Chapter 2 This is not a book, but...
After closing the bedroom door, Xu Chunian patted his chest, almost revealing himself.
After calming down, she walked around the bedroom. Generally speaking, there must be some clues in this room, such as her identity.
Sure enough, there was a mobile phone on the bedside, and the ID card was in the cabinet next to the bed.
Xu Chunian
She had the same name and surname as her, but she couldn't remember which novel she had read where the heroine and supporting character had the name Xu Chunian.
"Oh my god, their birth dates are the same," she murmured.
She took the phone from the bedside table, sat on the floor without any image, and unlocked the password with her fingerprint.
It seems that his soul has been transported.
There is a pinned message on WeChat: A Yuan, this can’t be her husband.
I opened the chat interface with doubts.
The screen is full of green, making the original owner look like a clown. The most recent post was yesterday. Scrolling up, she is basically the only one talking, sharing all kinds of trivial things.
"I'm a little annoyed with you two." Xu Nianchu frowned, and the face of her paper husband automatically appeared in her mind.
I imagined a scene in my mind where the cold and aloof husband was pulled down from the altar.
Further up, on May 1, he replied.
[A Yuan] You are such a loser.
There is a red exclamation mark behind it. I don’t know why it was added.
Is this still a sadistic script?
Xu Chunian returned to the desktop and glanced at the time.
May 25, 2023.
Wait a minute
There is a time difference in the book
Last night was May 20th, 2017. Because it is a memorable day, I chose that day to confess my love.
Suddenly remembering something, she ran to the dressing table.
The self in the mirror is much more mature than when she was 18, but you can tell that this is her grown up. Her hair has turned into big chestnut waves, and her facial features are bright and three-dimensional. Xu Chunian suddenly opened her right hand, and there was a small cinnabar mole in the palm of her hand, the color was very light. When she was a child, her mother said that she was disobedient when she had her period, and was stabbed by Meng Po.
So, she didn't travel through the book, she traveled to 2023, so now, she is her 24-year-old self.
Oh, right, on her chest. She also had a mole on her chest. She pulled open her clothes, widened her eyes in surprise, and pressed her clothes back hard.
I didn't expect it to be a potential stock.
"No, no." Xu Chunian opened the collar of his clothes again and pressed down the corners of his mouth.
Sure enough, there is a mole that is somewhat hidden.
She bit her finger and analyzed, "So now I have traveled to six years later. Instead of marrying Jiang Huaixu, I married the man named A Yuan, and became a resentful woman in a deep house."
Tsk.
Didn’t Jiang Huaixu agree to the confession? So who was the one who broke up?
Oh, right, "Ali!"
I wonder how 24-year-old Ali is doing.
Xu Chunian took the phone and dialed the familiar number.
"Hello, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please call again later. Sorry..." A cold female voice came from the phone.
Hit several times in a row.
Xu Chunian frowned and scrolled through WeChat from beginning to end, but couldn't find any account related to Shen Qingli.
She took a look at her circle of friends, which was full of sad and sorrowful messages that made people dig their toes into the ground. Fortunately, some embarrassing comments were only visible to Ayuan, so Xu Chunian deleted all the messages in her circle of friends.
She didn't even see the marriage certificate, nor any wedding photos, so how did this marriage take place?
After a series of questions, Xu Chunian suddenly thought of something, opened the bedroom door, and went downstairs.
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