Let me tell you a story? Late at night on January 31st, Hao Yunyang suddenly broke the previous silence and softly laughed, not caring whether Zhao Chenxin would speak. The story is called “Future Phone”, and the protagonist is just like me. His name is also Hao Yunyang, originally just an ordinary young man, lacking culture and skills, not even handsome.
Zhao Chenxin looked up, her eyes flickering with a faint light. Staring at Hao Yunyang.
After a pause, Hao Yunyang smiled slightly at Zhao Chenxin and continued: “This story begins with him breaking up with his ex-girlfriend. At the time, he had money in his pocket and went to a phone store. He was only willing to spend 400 yuan on a phone and wanted the boss to throw in a SIM card. He actually bought one, then returned to his dorm and, out of boredom, dialed his new number. Guess what happened?”
“What?” Zhao Chenxin vaguely guessed something.
“He actually got through to his own number, but the person who answered wasn’t himself.” Hao Yunyang took a deep breath. “It was his future son, named Jia Zhenhua. After contacting his son, his life trajectory was reversed, undergoing earth-shattering changes. In the end, like me, he controlled trillions of wealth, and with just a stomp of his foot, the entire China would tremble.”
“And then?” Zhao Chenxin had already confirmed the time on the wall clock. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Hao Yunyang’s slender waist, laughing softly: “He now…”
“Ah,” a soft cry, Zhao Chenxin was embraced by Hao Yunyang and taken to the bedroom. On the bed…
