Legendary American Tycoon

"Iverson!" There was a voice calling him on the other end of the phone, followed by another whispering murmur, and when Iverson reconnected the phone, there was already an apology in his voice.

"I'm so sorry, White. Our party is about to begin, it seems I have to hang up first." Iverson said.

"Okay, Iverson, goodbye." Chen En hung up the phone and took a deep breath, wondering enviously that the life of young American college students is so rich, how is it like him? I lost my hair for thesis in college.

...... The past is unbearable to look back, not to mention it! Chen En subconsciously touched his hair, thinking that it was okay that the young man's hair was still lush.

Chen En took out the phone he had just hung up, and looked at the screen of the phone. The hairline was not very high. It seemed that his hair was insured in his later years.

The screen of the phone that gradually lit up showed the time at this moment, which happened to be two thirty in the morning. Chen En gradually felt sleepy, and yawned a few times, walked to the room and fell asleep.

I slept very comfortably and didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the morning. The dazzling sunlight shot in through the cracks in the window. Chen En on the bed rubbed his hair and sat up.

Hmm...who am I? Where am I? Where am i from

The three unsolved mysteries of the world popped out in Chen En's mind at this moment. For a moment, he felt the sun was dazzling. He subconsciously covered his face and wanted to wait for three to four minutes before getting up.

"Wait..." Realizing a problem, Chen En's drowsiness ran away. After a few rolls, he got off the bed and put on his shoes. He ran to the bathroom without looking back, holding his hands on the sink. Panting calmly.

I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I was actually reborn as an IT genius in Stanford.

It must have been too much pressure these few days, and too eager to make a fortune, that gave birth to such a strange dream. He urgently needs to calm down and tell himself to have a B-number in his heart, don't dream about everything, let alone it's still daytime.

However, when he raised his head and was about to wash his face, he suddenly bumped into the face in the mirror. Another experience last night made him shiver severely.

"Heaven... is real." Chen En muttered to himself, what is the name of this young man? White, Engerson? That's right, it was White Engelson. His roommate is a guy named Iverson, who didn't return last night, so he must have done friction dance with a girl in the end!

Two rows of wooden inserts hung on the smooth tiles of the bathroom, divided into upper and lower shelves, and White and Iverson’s supplies were neatly arranged in two horizontal rows.

Chen En took the upper row of White cups and toothbrushes, and began to grumble and brush his teeth. After a while, knocking on the door rang loudly, and Chen En wondered if his roommate named Iverson was back, too late He took it off, and ran out to open the door with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hi, White." A girl in a corset was leaning at the door, her forehead was still sweating, and she seemed to have just finished her morning exercise.

"Hi..." Chen En responded somehow for a while.

"Guess you didn't have breakfast. This is what I bought for you. It is just out of the oven. It is still your favorite cheese bread." The girl brought up a bag of hot and fragrant bread.

"Okay, thank you..." Chen En took the bread, and the girl was looking into the room. The undulating mountains were pressing up when she saw it. He quickly stepped back embarrassingly.

"There are no girls in the house today," said the girl.

"Uh..." Chen En thought with shame, how romantic and how many girls did this White have before... less than one day after he was reborn, he had more girls than he had seen before. idea.

auzw.com The girl suddenly leaned her body up and said softly: "White, we haven't seen each other for several days, don't you miss me?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen En's voice froze.

"This answer sounds really perfunctory. When you come back, just tell me, I'll come to you. Alas, my boyfriend looks so strong, but he really doesn't work well. I vomited blood yesterday. You know. , You are the best man I have ever seen." The girl said coquettishly with her finger in front of his belly.

"Oh...really." Chen En said thoughtfully.

"I'm also the best woman you've ever seen, haven't you? You said that." said the girl.

While Chen En pulled her arm away a little, he took a few steps without showing a trace, thinking in his heart, I don't know how many girls White has said this to! You still pretend to read countless people, extremely stupid!

The girl didn't realize Chen En's thoughts at the moment. She lay down in Chen En's arms and complained a few words, and finally straightened her sweaty body.

"I should go. There are still classes in the morning. It's a pity that I didn't stay with you for a while. The bread must be eaten. I'll go." The girl said regretfully.

"Well, goodbye." Chen En said.

After the door was closed, Chen En leaned against the door and took a big breath, grabbing his right hand, there was still a girl's soft touch on it, and his face showed an unsatisfactory expression.

Lao Mei's hobbies are really unique, even if someone else has a boyfriend, can they still get it? This is the so-called needs of each. But Chen En, he doesn't like this kind of thing. It's a good idea to have to make the girl submissive and submissive wholeheartedly.

That said, he hasn't realized it yet, haha, now he's daydreaming again!

Chen En went to the sofa in the living room and sat down, tore a piece of bread, and enjoyed it comfortably, feeling a little dry, so he took a box of ice milk in the refrigerator and poured it into the glass.

Reversed, Chen En patted his forehead, "Isn't it said in the letter yesterday that there are classes today?"

He quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, at half past nine... a mouthful of milk almost choked on his throat, and it was over an hour.

Or else, just stop going? What if it goes wrong.

Chen En drew a napkin, wiped his mouthful of white milk, and then changed his mind. It's okay to go to Stanford. How many people can recognize White Engelson on such a big campus?

Thinking about this, Chen En hurriedly swallowed the bread and washed the crumbs in his hands. Only then did he put his hands in his pants, opened the door, and walked downstairs unhurriedly.

"Hey, White!" A fat middle-aged woman with curly hair was talking.

"Hi." Chen En's pace slowed down.

"Dress up so casually, where should I go on a date with my girlfriend?" The fat woman was kind of gossip.

"Yes, go to soak the girl." Chen En walked away proudly.

"Poo girl?" The fat woman muttered, walking upstairs with her body full of flesh.