The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Jiang Ye became a standard domineering president at the age of thirty-three.

  He wakes up earlier than a chicken and sleeps later than a dog every day. He is dedicated to scientific research and manages the company.

   No, this opening remark does not fit the image of the overlord, so start over.

  Jiang Ye, thirty-three years old, graduated from International…

   Forget it, let’s not mention this.

  In short, in the eyes of outsiders, as the young owner of Huaxing Media, with high IQ and ability, and with a face that makes countless women follow suit, Jiang Ye is already at the pinnacle of his life, and he should have no regrets.

  Money, power, and sex, come when you call, and go away when you wave.

  Jiang Ye has always been indifferent to the evaluation of the outside world and lacks interest.

  Don’t ask, it’s because you were crazy when you were young.

   "I'm getting old, I don't have the energy."

   "Jiang Ye!" Hearing the man's foolish voice, Jiang's mother was so angry that her heart was pounding, her brows stood erect, and she slapped the table.

   "Are you in your thirties this year?! Others at this age are divorced and have two children. What do you have! Have you lived a lifetime with your laboratory and that bunch of sports cars!"

   "I have a younger sister and a brother-in-law."

  The man sitting on the sofa is calm and relaxed. He is wearing a loose gray sweater. His face is very upright and youthful.

   "I will definitely die before them, and they will give me a pension at that time."

   "You're proud to die before them, aren't you?"

   "It's okay, that's all." Jiang Ye replied modestly.

"roll!"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   This family, Jiang Ye, didn't want to stay for even half a second. He urged the marriage for three hundred and sixty-five days. Is he so worthless?

   At night, Jiang Li'an sent him a WeChat message after hearing the news: [? 】

  【I heard that you asked me and Shen Qingzhuo to die for you today? 】

  Jiang Ye had no place to stay, lived in the laboratory, sat alone by the window, lit a cigarette between his fingers, and it was raining outside the window, with a lonely and decadent temperament. 】

  Jiang Li'an: [Think beautifully. 】

   Immediately afterwards, she sent: [I will send you to a nursing home at most. 】

  【Mr. Shen, don’t count on it, he said he would donate your body to the country. 】

  Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, laughed for a long time, threw away his mobile phone and smoked, feeling bored, leaning against the window to watch the rain outside, just so quiet.

  In the past, I was rarely alone. I was always high-spirited and high-spirited. I drove a Rolls-Royce in the desert to play off-road. It was exciting.

  How come after 30 years old, they are directly developing towards the direction of providing for the aged?

  Insomnia became a habit, Jiang Ye couldn't sleep, so he wandered casually and went out, bought an oden at a nearby 24-hour convenience store, and met a charlatan on the way back.

   Very unlucky.

  The charlatan said as soon as he came up: "Sir, is there anything you still regret today, and I can give you a chance to do it again."

  Jiang Ye: "..."

  Jiang Ye calmly held a can of soda, and pointed to himself: "Look at me, what am I missing?"

  The liar hesitated for a few seconds: "It seems that there is no shortage."

   "So, **** off."

  The liar jumped anxiously and shouted: "Don't you really want to go back to the past? I can help you!"

  Jiang Ye was indifferent, even yawned, and passed him lazily. His back was under the warm yellow street lamp. He was tall and long-legged, and his hair was lightly gilded. He was very ruthless.

"In no mood."

  Who the **** wants to do it all over again, he is living a good life, he can get what he wants, why should he feel regret, Jiang Ye never had the word regret in his life.

Yes.

He did not want.