"This is the smell of wine, where does the fragrance of women come from?"

"I believe you."

Lin Simu pushed his face away, turned over and sat up.

"You go to bed by yourself. Let's see what you say when you wake up tomorrow."

Looking at Lin Simu's leaving, Yi Cheng pounded the bed with regret.

What a great opportunity!

It's so uncomfortable.

Why are good things always going to be harder?

Why is the moon full and the person not full?

Yi Cheng lay on the bed, staring at the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight spreads all over the room.

Romantic and sad.

...

When I woke up again, time returned to 2006.

The future time for redemption is exhausted.

Yi Cheng sat on the bed at home and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

The sunlight outside shines in.

Light half of his body golden.

Although this body is not as hangover, the feeling of getting drunk last night remains.

He covered his face with both hands and lowered his head and laughed.

Fortunately, Lao Xu didn't see this, otherwise the old mother would have thought that her son was crazy about studying.

Yi Cheng smirked for a while, jumped off the bed, and opened the curtains.

There was a clear sky outside.

The birds soar freely, making chirping sounds.

Another wonderful day.

My 2006.

Yi Cheng's mouth raised slightly.

For a happy life in the future, it may be time to put the money-making plan on the agenda.

...

Yi Cheng was ambitious to exchange for an hour of future time first.

When I went there for 20 years, I found that my eyes were pitch black.

After all, it's in a sleep.

The system prompts him to add at least 10 future points.

So Yicheng added another 10 points to exchange for 10 hours.

By the time he woke up completely, it was already the next morning of October 2020.

It's noon, and the headache is very bad.

This is the effect caused by a hangover.

Yi Cheng put on his slippers and walked around the room, but could not find Lin Simu.

There is a bento on the dining table, which contains a sushi and caviar.

"You eat first, I'm going to work. Lin Simu."

Yi Cheng looked at Lin Simu's signature, which was like a string of notes, obviously a signature designed by a master.

Although it looks a bit like a ghost talisman, he thinks it looks pretty good.

He put down the note, sat on the table, and started to check the lottery tickets for 2006 while eating.
Chapter completed!