Every Day After Marriage Is Really Fragrant[Book Wearing][MTL]

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Yu Antong opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the car. The driver drove the car smoothly. There was a cute lucky cat ornament in front of the car. Yu Antong remembered that this lucky cat was given to him by the old Yu who adopted him.

Wait, this car...this is the car he was in the day he got into the car accident!

Yu Antong suddenly turned his head and looked out the window. Outside was the familiar street scene he lived in for the first 20 years of his life.

How is this going? Didn't he wear books?

"Master, the theater is here." The driver stopped the car gently, reminding Yu Antong, who had been silent.

Yu Antong looked at him, only to feel that the driver Lao Chen's face was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The day he wore the book, Lao Chen had a car accident while driving him to the theater, and now they arrived at the theater safely.

There was no car accident, no book, as if everything before was just a dream for him, and now he wakes up and everything is back on track.

A burst of heart palpitations came, Yu Antong covered his heart and got out of the car with a disappointed face.

"Master, you didn't get the drama ticket." The driver, Lao Chen, saw the drama ticket left by Yu Antong on the seat, so he hurriedly took it and caught up with him.

"Master?" Noticing Yu Antong's appearance, he worried, "Are you feeling unwell, let's go to the hospital?"

Yu Antong shook his head and walked towards the theatre with his ticket in hand.

Is it a dream? After he wears the book, those people and things are so real, Xing Lixuan and Xiao Nian, how could they be a dream.

Having had a healthy body for too long in the "dream", he was no longer used to the current weak body, and the dull pain in his heart made him as if he could not breathe.

However, this lack of habit seems to be more proof that those years of reading books are not dreams.

Yu Antong looked blank, grabbed the ticket and found his seat to sit down.

"Hello, please let me go, I'll go over." A tall man walked up to Yu Antong and pointed to the seat behind him.

Yu Antong looked at the reputation and saw a face he was all too familiar with. It was thousands of men who stayed with him day and night in the same bed.

Yu Antong stood dumbfounded on the spot: "Xing Lixuan..."

The cold-faced man obviously didn't know Yu Antong. He frowned and said coldly, "You know me?"

Your son and I are both three years old, can I not know you!

This can't be said, others will think he is crazy, but now Yu Antong himself almost thinks he is crazy.

After the whole play, Yu Antong's neck was sore. He didn't know what the play was about. He just turned his head to look at Xing Lixuan.

They look exactly the same, and have the same name. Yu Antong can be sure that he never knew Xing Lixuan before wearing the book. Could it be that when he wore the book and came back, Xing Lixuan followed suit?

But why don't he know me?

At the end of the play, the audience left the stage one after another. The man turned his head to look at Yu Antong, his eyes slightly fierce: "You've watched me for more than an hour, and you haven't seen enough?"

Suddenly his husband and son were gone, the more Yu Antong thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and being treated viciously by this Xing Lixuan who didn't know him, Yu Antong was suddenly aggrieved to the point of exploding, and he couldn't hold back his eyes.