Young Miss's boyfriend

She's weird.

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Angel looked at the mansion before him. He stepped up and opened the door without waiting for the waiter to open for him. Feeling thirsty, he walked towards the kitchen and only glanced at a servant who was shocked by his presence.

"You, gather all the servants in the courtyard." the order was clear.

The waiter nodded unconsciously. He was still unable to say anything because he was very surprised. Especially when I saw Angel go upstairs.  In the room, Angel examines her room and smiles coldly when she does not find any valuable items she has. The room looks empty and ordinary. It was very different from Xin Narra's room back in China.

Stepping over, Angel opens her wardrobe and finds old clothes that are very unappetizing for a great artist named Xin Narra. That heavy sigh sounded with a small mutter.

"Angel, how bad is your life?as a girl you should pay attention to your clothes. My God, why are all these clothes for old age? Well, I'm really frustrated,"

Angel opened all the clothes stored in the closet and continued muttering in annoyance. His head shook repeatedly because

I didn't find any clothes that fit. He took a short break by throwing his body on the bed. Look at the ceiling of the room reluctantly.

"My age is twenty-one years old, but I haven't got any titles? Angel, what exactly have you done in your life? At this age you should have graduated college and earned a college degree. My God, from tomorrow I have to catch up with this."

Angel nodded her head once, she was determined to go to college and finish college in no time. It made her compare the life of Xin Narra and her current self.

Xin Narra, at the age of twenty-one years has finished his bachelor's degree and has a brilliant career. Growing up very beautiful with high intelligence. I have many friends and very nice. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a good love story. His life ended badly even though the world was initially very disinclined by him.

"Huh, then what's the difference between me and you? We both have poor nasip. Fooled with love and false sweet promises."

Angel sighed, putting her hand over her chest with a grim look. His lips spoke slowly.  "Angel died because he had no spirit of life. But I, Xin Narra, will not give up that easily. I can't let them live happily. So Angel, since God entrusts your body to me, I will use it for our purposes. In this life, I will fix your life and avenge me."

Angel suddenly wakes up and pecks her face in front of the mirror. Her eyes looked at some of the things that were on her dresser. His hands touched slowly and his eyes closed for a moment. Before finally a groan appeared on his thin lips.

"Baby powder? All this time you've only been using this? Angel, My God,"

Her body sagged and sat on the makeup bench. His hand moved open the desk drawer and was stunned when he found some photos lying down. His hands stretched out and took the photo. Staring for a long time until suddenly a longing seeped in his heart.

"Dad, Mother,"

The fingers trace the face in the photo. His smile grew thin with glittering eyes longing. He held his breath for a moment and tried to think normally. The person in the photo is definitely not his father, but the memory of the body he lives in seems to have its own emotions. Feeling that he smiled faintly. For her, it was quite good since at least she had lived to be an Angel.

"Miss, you were called by the Great Lord,"

The knock of the door accompanied by a loud tone was heard breaking the silence. Angel closed her eyes and realized that none of the servants in the house appreciated her. She moved after tidying up her hair for a while and ended up using baby powder in front of her.

Angel descended the stairs slowly, her eyes glancing at the entire person who had gathered in the main hall with a mocking look as she watched him descend.

"Oh, are you conscious?"

The cold greeting was heard as Angel's feet just stood on the floor of the main hall. He turned his head and found the fifty-year-old man staring at him from top to bottom. If he does not remember wrongly, the man is his paternal uncle named Alexander Blanche.

Angel's gaze turned on the beautiful girl with her waist-length maroon red hair color. Those words of greeting clearly made her smile happily. The girl is his cousin, Meida Aqueena Blanche. Which is also the affair of his lover. Given that his interest grew more fertile. So he observed Meida from top to bottom. And a thin arch is formed.

"She's not pretty enough to be compared to me when I was Xin Narra" she said in her heart.

"You're satisfied you've made a fuss? Why are you collecting us all? Absolutely useless," heckled Alex lazily with a look of annoyance when he saw Angel did not speak at all. He went up and passed Angel just like that heading upstairs.

"Uncle," hold the melodious Angel. His smile was gentle yet his eyes were densely misty.

Meida who heard that just smiled mockingly. He just stood up and passed Angel. Alex is restrained and turns his body around. Staring at Angel with anger that began to appear on the surface.

"Get out of my house," continued Angel clearly made Meida's steps also restrained.

"What?" meida asked as if she did not believe her hearing.

"Do I need to repeat?" Angel runs her body, opposite Alex and Meida. His eyes stared as if challenging them as they were afraid. "I want you out of my house!"

"Haha,"

Laughter then sounded crowded. It was the laughter of some servants who looked amused by Angel's words. Alex, looking at Angel, was upset. He took two steps down and sneered.

"Your head must have hit hard for daring to say that,"

Meida came down and stood not far from Angel. "Let's straighten your brains."

Plakkkkp! A slap landed on Angel's cheek violently. Angel held onto her hot cheek and looked at Meida who was smiling mockingly. His anger began to come out with two corners of his lips drawn thin.

"You slapped me?"

Meida was stunned as that calm and deep gaze fearlessly intimidated her. He clearly sensed that Angel was a little strange and invisible as usual.

"Go back to your room, and don't act," Alex recalled as if he didn't take Angel's words. But the next second he was glued when he saw Angel's hand held high and landed on his daughter's cheek.

Plakkkp!

Silent! No one dared to speak. All was silent and only saw Angel who dared to slap Meida.

"You!!!" scream Meida emotion.

But Angel looks calm and cold. "Eye for eyes. And the slap will be the same, too,"

Alex was stunned. He didn't know since when but he began to realize that this niece of his looked different. Same with the servants. They all looked down and did not dare to move.