Rebirth As A Cub And Happy

chapter 1

　　An Yuzhuo died at the celebration party of his company’s listing on Nasdaq at the age of 27.

　　That night, he felt flustered and short of breath and wanted to go out to breathe, but he was stopped by his half-brother before he left the banquet hall.

　　"Congratulations." An Jin said sinisterly, "For such an achievement, Rong Sheng is completely yours."

　　The two brothers have been tit for tat since childhood. They automatically entered fighting mode when they met. An Yuzhuo refused to lose. Holding back the discomfort, he curled his lips and said lightly: "I'm delighted."

　　An Jin: "..." This guy is pretending very well.

　　Just two words showed the calmness of a winner. An Jin gritted his teeth and said: "Grandma asked you to go back to the old house after you finish."

　　Unexpectedly, Xiao An would not give him face this time.

　　"You are a happy family. Why did you ask me to come over?" He sneered, bumped away from An Jin, and loosened his tie at the same time - he felt really out of breath. In order to prepare for the IPO, he had been so busy that he had not slept well for nearly a year. Recently, I often feel heart discomfort and difficulty breathing, but I never found time for a physical examination.

　　However, others didn't know that he was uncomfortable. They just saw the young and promising handsome CEO pulling open the collar of his black suit, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

　　An Yuzhuo perfectly inherited the look of her celebrity mother. At this time, her fair complexion was tinged with unhealthy redness. Due to the difficulty in breathing, her brows were slightly furrowed and her red lips were stretched out. She was inexplicably lustful and made several celebrities blush. Face.

　　Already, a bold rich man from a financial group walked up to him with champagne to strike up a conversation.

　　"Monster!" An Jin almost crushed the champagne glass and cursed, "Both the mother and the son are foxy!"

　　However, instead of seeing the handsome man and the beautiful woman mingling in harmony with each other, they heard a panicked noise.

　　"Mr. Xiao An, what's wrong with you?"

　　"Call an ambulance!"

　　...

　　An Yuzhuo's consciousness left his body and drifted for a while. He saw that the emergency doctor classified his death as "sudden death from overwork and overwork"; I saw my mother's hair turning gray overnight, crying in front of her soul and saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you." I saw people in the circle talking about "workaholic, inhumane, and even after he died, not many people would feel sorry for him."; The wealth he earned at the expense of his health all went to Anjia, who usually looked down on him, and his eldest brother was still the biggest beneficiary.

　　...just very angry.

　　An Yuzhuo thought that if God gave him another chance, he would not want to fight anymore.

　　Whoever wants to inherit this broken family business will inherit it. Whoever wants to join this broken family business will join it! He no longer wants to make wedding clothes for others. He might as well eat, drink, have fun, and be a happy salted fish. After all, if the An family doesn't want to see their mother and son, they will not be short of their living expenses! 　

Unexpectedly, God heard his prayer. An Yuzhuo woke up again and found that he was back in his familiar home and sitting in a baby chair.

　Um? 　　

An Yuzhuo blinked, looked around, and saw his own shadow reflected on the glass of the bookcase. 　　

The three-headed cub version of Mr. An is wearing a yellow-orange one-piece Pikachu pajamas. He has chubby baby cheeks and big, round eyes. He shakes his head in disbelief, and the long ears on his hat follow suit. Tremble and tremble. 　　

!Is he reborn? Or dreaming? 　　

An Yuzhuo stretched out his short hand, ready to pinch his own cheek, and then... 　　

"Pa!" 　　

It hurt to be beaten, didn't he dream? 　　Ms. Guo Lin came back with a stack of colorful English cards and knelt down casually on the toddler's crawling mat:

"How many times have I told you not to eat your hands! You are four and a half years old!" 　　

An Yuzhuo: "!"
His memory Still stuck in the mother's white-haired people sending black-haired people.