I Told You To Manage The Reserve Unit For Me Instead Of Turning It Into A Special Troop - Chapter 1092 - 633 Qin Yuan Takes on a New Research

Xie Yang has spent many years in the apocalypse and is tired and worn out. Then he transmigrated into a simple and superficial novel about the entertainment circle.

The protagonist of the novel was handsome, smart and reborn. The female protagonist of the novel was beautiful, inspirational and had a golden finger. Some male and female roles were also beautiful and had a deep background. If he casually transmigrated into one of them then he could close his eyes and enjoy himself. However, he didn’t transmigrate into any of them and instead became the hidden husband of the biggest villain in the novel, the male protagonist’s uncle.

He was called a husband but it was more similar to a babysitter. This was because the biggest villain in the novel was a terminally ill patient with a terrible personality and a sick brain (really sick). They got married for the sake of happiness.

Xie Yang: It doesn’t matter if you are the male lead, the female lead or the villain, whoever dares to stop me from living a comfortable life will die.

Five years ago, she was schemed by her sister and became pregnant. Five years later, she returns with strength and becomes a money god in everyone's eyes.“President Jiang, Mr. Xu sent over two pairs of 10-carat earrings, hoping to collaborate with you.”“Vulgar, throw them away.”“President Jiang, Mr. Zhang bought a plane and sent it over, asking where you plan to invest in the next project?”“President Jiang, the kindergarten teacher called, saying the little miss was bullied.”She drove straight to the school, only to see her brothers nervously surrounding her sister. She smiled lightly and walked over slowly.

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?