The president is dying every day

"Mr. Ren! Mr. Ren!" Deng Liang took three steps together, followed by a beautiful girl who stopped Ren Chuan at the exit of the reception, "Let me introduce to you, this is a little girl with a height of 165" , weighing ninety catties, measurements 965468, graduated from the University of Chicago..."

Ren Chuan turned around, dressed in a well-tailored high-end suit, with profound features, and his well-manicured curly hair shone a little bit of starlight under the light. He smiled slightly, "President Deng, I'm afraid it's a little inconvenient."

Deng Liang groaned, "There is nothing inconvenient for lonely men and widows..."

"I have stomach cancer." Ren Chuan interrupted him, "advanced stage."

Deng Liang was stunned, "Ah...ah?"

Ren Chuan stroked his hair and let out a sigh of relief, "There is nothing to hide. The reason why I attended today's reception is to say goodbye to everyone. I will go to the hospital for treatment tomorrow. The shares in hand will also be transferred to the members of the board of directors."

Deng Liang's eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand, "I still drink in the late stage of gastric cancer..."

Ren Chuan drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and handed the glass to the assistant, "This is the last sip of wine in my life, and I will cherish it."

Deng Liang still didn't give up, "Mr. Ren, which hospital, I'll take my little girl to see you."

"Central Hospital." Ren Chuan had already taken care of it, and it was impeccable. "When you come to see me, remember to bring a fruit basket. I don't eat apples with skins, oranges with sour ones, and red dates with pits. I don’t eat bananas, big or small, and I’m allergic to white dragon fruit, so I can only buy red dragon fruit, and it’s best to cut it into pieces and put it in a box with a pair of knives and forks.”

Deng Liang staggered back two steps, "I made a note, and I will definitely take my little girl to the hospital to visit someday."

Ren Chuan's eyes finally fell on Deng Liang's daughter. The girl was delicate and lovely, and she was dressed in a cheongsam that outlined her graceful curves. He smiled, "It's best to wear a swimsuit. I like the three-point bikini with grooves the best. "

Deng Liang's face was completely dark now, and Ren Chuan strode out of the reception venue without looking at the father and daughter again.

As soon as he got in the car, his assistant Meng Chun looked at Deng Liang, "President, you really need to go to the hospital..."

Ren Chuan tore off the tie around his neck and exhaled, "If I don't find a place to hide, those bosses will bring their daughters and eat me alive."

Meng Chun was a little speechless, "Then there is no need to say that I have advanced gastric cancer."

Ren Chuan put up a finger and pressed it against his lips, "From now on, I have advanced gastric cancer, no matter who asks, it is gastric cancer, advanced, critically ill, understand?"

Meng Chun nodded, "Got it."

Ren Chuan ordered, "Drive."

The driver turned around and asked, "President, where are you going?"

"Central Hospital." Ren Chuan said, "By the way, remember to feed the parrot for me."

An hour later, Central Hospital.

Ren Chuan changed into a hospital gown, and sat cross-legged on the hospital bed to eat melon seeds. Meng Chun looked around the entire ward, still a little uneasy, "How about I come to accompany you on the bed."

Ren Chuan directly pushed him back, "What kind of bed to accompany the bed, if you want to climb into Lao Tzu's bed, there is no way!"

"What I mean is to stay and take care of you." Meng Chun was a little speechless, reminding him, "After all, you are now, with gastric cancer, terminal and critically ill."

"Go back to the company and help me with my affairs." Ren Chuan spat out the melon seeds with a bang, "Isn't it just such a trivial matter as being hospitalized?"

Meng Chun: "I'm worried that you can cremate yourself alone."

He picked up his cell phone, "I'll call you Mr. Xiao."

"What's it called?" Ren Chuan kicked over, "We broke up!"

"Oh." Meng Chun blankly wrote a note in his notepad, "The 126th unlucky guy in half a year. What's the reason for the breakup? Tell me in detail."

"He squandered with my money, not only bought it for himself, but also arranged for the whole family, old and young, distant relatives. I have a few million in a minute, and he also has a few million, as my ATM. Ah!" Ren Chuan gritted his teeth in resentment, "Damn it, I finally pinned him down on the bed, took off his pants, and what happened! Such a big hemorrhoid!"

"Understood." Meng Chun closed his notebook, "I will arrange a detailed physical examination next time."

Ren Chuan was filled with righteous indignation, "Not only the whole body check, but also the genealogy for me!"

Meng Chun nodded no matter what the boss said, "Okay, do you need to arrange special services during your hospitalization?"

"I, gastric cancer, terminal, critically ill." Ren Chuan looked at him coolly, "May I ask what fuck?"

"Understood." Meng Chun wrote a stroke on his notepad, "If someone asks, I'll just say, you can't do it now."

Before leaving, he left two gift boxes on Ren Chuan's bedside.

Ren Chuan took a look, "What is this?"

"A little gift." Meng Chun is always so meticulous and appropriate, "Give it to patients, it will help promote relationships, and then create a pleasant and harmonious medical environment, which may help the condition."

"Okay." Ren Chuan waved his hand, "Let's go."

"Then I wish you a happy life." Meng Chun bowed to him, "You don't have to call me when you are cremated."

Ren Chuan kicked him, "Get lost!"

When the door was closed, Ren Chuan immediately opened the gift box beside the bed, and saw a pair of pink and tender mugs inside, with a sculpture of a bunny on the handle, full of cute and girlish hearts.

Meng Chun really came prepared, did he know that there is a cute girl living in the opposite ward!

Ren Chuan took a rose from the bedside vase, put it in his mouth, and straightened his hair in front of the mirror. Even if he was wearing a hospital gown, he could wear it like a Paris catwalk with all his muscles .

Ren Chuan smiled at the mirror, with standard eight teeth, handsome and charming.

He took the gift box, kicked open the door, stood at the door of the opposite ward, cleared his throat, and knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside. Ren Chuan looked down and saw that the door was ajar.

"Sorry to bother you." Ren Chuan pushed the door open and entered.

The man sitting by the bed picking his feet raised his head and met his eyes, "Who are you?"

The man's facial features are very deep, with a kind of classical artistic beauty, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, even the hands that pick the feet are very slender, the joints are well defined, the shoulders and back are broad, and the hospital gown is straightened up.

Ren Chuan took a step back, only feeling that something hit his heart.

What is Dabo Mengmei? He doesn't know!

"Why?" The man frowned a little irritablely, "Who are you?"

"I live opposite." Ren Chuan smiled handsomely, "I was just admitted to the hospital today, and I..."

The man looked at the gift box in his hand and understood, "A gift?"

He took it naturally, "Thank you, let me see..."

"Wait!" Ren Chuan suddenly remembered what was in that box, "Don't—"

But it was too late, the man opened the gift box, and his eyes fell on the pair of pink mugs.

"Fuck—"

Ren Chuan secretly thought it was bad.

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he patted Ren Chuan on the shoulder excitedly, "How do you know I like pink?"

Ren Chuan was stunned, "Ah...ah?"