On the Day of My Remarriage, I Returned to My Senior Year of High School

"Chen Jiayu, bend down low when you toast, the contract with the Forestry Bureau depends entirely on your glass of wine." Listening to his second daughter-in-law's advice, Chen Jiayu felt that living in this life was quite boring. Then, he plummeted back to being eighteen years old. Looking at the spitting head teacher on the podium, looking at the so-called fate-determining test questions on the blackboard. Chen Jiayu smiled. Who would have thought that in this body that has not yet been hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol, there is a veteran who has been working in the shopping mall for more than ten years? This year, real estate has not gone crazy yet, and the Internet is still waiting for the wind to take off. This year, the best girl has not been worn away by life. Chen Jiayu patted the dust on his body: "Since I have to do it again, the rules of this world must be mine."