The president is dying every day

The weather is getting colder, the originally green trees have turned into dead branches, the hospital gowns have been replaced with thicker ones, the incision has long since grown, leaving a scar like a centipede, Ren Chuan's various indicators should be improved , The drop that should drop, finally reached the normal range.

Cui Minghao looked at the test results and pushed his glasses, "It stands to reason that he can be discharged from the hospital to recuperate..."

"Great!" Ren Chuan cheered all of a sudden, "Discharged! Go home!"

Cui Minghao had never seen such an unorganized and undisciplined patient. He slapped the table and roared, "Did I let you out of the hospital!"

"How dare you not let me out of the hospital!" Ren Chuan looked at him seriously, "Believe it or not, I will report you for taking bribes!"

Cui Minghaoheng snorted and laughed. He is upright and upright, and he is not afraid of his shadow being crooked. "What did you bribe me for?"

Ren Chuan counted with his fingers, "Yesterday's little ravioli, the day before yesterday's little barbecue, and the day before yesterday's hot pot!"

He slapped the table, "The amount involved is huge, you have to think it over before you talk about it!"

Cui Minghao blew on the hot tea in his hand, "Then shut it down for another ten years."

Mr. Ren really used all kinds of tricks. Jiang Huan found no one in the ward. When he came to the office, Ren Chuan had already pulled down half of Cui Minghao's pants and almost lost his clothes.

Cui Minghao never gave this ancestor another chance to torture him, with blue veins jumping on his forehead, "Good good good! I will be discharged from the hospital on the weekend!"

Mr. Ren won a complete victory, jumped up and cheered, "Yeah!"

The little vitality that Ren Chuan lost in the past three years has not fallen at all and even overflowed. The whole thing is "Give some sunshine and it will be brilliant, give some floods and it will flood." The oncology department strolled around, just like the chairman inspecting, and announced from door to door that his old man was about to leave this bitter cold place and was pardoned and returned to court.Yuxi team finishing

After looking forward to it for a long time, the weekend finally arrived. Jiang Huan went to complete the discharge procedures and made an appointment for a follow-up visit. Then he walked back to the ward. Ren Chuan had consciously packed his luggage, and packed himself by the way. Sitting obediently on the sofa, waiting to be taken away like a lost item.

Jiang Huan limped up, picked up his luggage, and held onto Ren Chuan, "Let's go."

"Brother." Ren Chuan sniffed, "Hug me."

The hug that has never been fulfilled can finally be realized now.

A smile appeared on Jiang Huan's face, and then he opened his arms.

Ren Chuan rushed over like a swallow throwing himself into the forest.

Where is the hug moving?

It's just a simple physical contact, far less in-depth than a kiss, and it can also be a little interactive.

But it's like adding sulfuric acid to water. As soon as the chest touches, a magical chemical reaction will occur in the body. The body temperature will rise, the cheeks will flush, and even the breathing will become rapid. What kind of scenery is different from person to person.

Ren Chuan buried the tip of his nose on Jiang Huan's chest. At this moment, tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes. After three years of thinking and looking forward to it, fate finally compensated him for everything at this moment.

Jiang Huan reached out and pressed his head into his arms, hugging him firmly, "Go home."

Ren Chuan has been ill for so long, and the company is too busy. Meng Chun, the man who used to be the closest to the boss, was forced to take the lead and became the vice president of the company.

When the position was promoted, Ren Chuan's assistant also changed, but on the day Ren Chuan was discharged from the hospital, Meng Chun took the initiative to be the driver and brought Zhong Nian with him.

Seeing the people coming and going in the hospital, Meng Chun and Zhong Nian recalled the pitiful days of being squeezed and tortured by the boss, and shivered fiercely.

"It's... because I miss it." Zhong Nian was the first to laugh.

"Three years..." Meng Chun tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "This year is almost over, rounding up it is four years."

Four years, whether it is long or short, it takes less than two years for a baby to go from being born to walking like flying.

Those chicken feathers flew all over the sky in the past, but now they have settled down, exuding a thick smoke and fire.

Ren Chuan looked alive and kicking, if Jiang Huan didn't stop him, he even wanted to go back to the company with Meng Chun on the spot and perform a triathlon for the whole company.

Meng Chun understood this spirit, turned his head and stood in the company's small group, announcing that the emperor's body was safe and that he was about to return to bring disaster to the country and the people.

Sending the person downstairs, Meng Chun was as wordy as a mother, "Boss, I found a reliable housekeeper for you, and the house has been cleaned. It's warm today, and the weather is a bit dry. Remember..."

"Okay, okay!" Ren Chuan said, "Okay, let's go, let's go back to your little life."

Meng Chun spat out the second half of his sentence, "...remember to eat dumplings."

After the assistant team left, Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan belatedly, "What day is today?"

Jiang Huan told him, "Winter Solstice."

It's time to eat dumplings.

Opening the door of the house, nothing has changed, what should be is what it should be, Ren Chuan took three steps and two steps, and subconsciously walked to the balcony, halfway there, only to belatedly realized that the two parrots were no longer there .

"Romeo and Juliet..." Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan apologetically, not knowing what to say, "I buried them in the old house."

Jiang Huan let out a "hmm", "hmm."

Ren Chuan was afraid that he would be sad, so he breathed out, "Let's raise a tortoise! ​​The kind that can send us away! I checked, the tortoise is easy to feed, but it really can't raise bastards..."

"Ren Chuan." Jiang Huan called him from the kitchen, "Come and help."

Ren Chuan walked over, only to see Jiang Huan making noodles with dumplings.

Jiang Huan asked him to go to work, "Pick and wash vegetables."

"Actually, you don't have to eat dumplings during the winter solstice..." Mr. Ren usually chooses to escape when it's time to work, "I think fried dishes are also good..."

Jiang Huan snorted and kissed his pouting lips, "Noisy."

Mr. Ren held the dish, dipped his ten fingers in water symbolically, and considered that the task was completed, he put down the pick, and while the class enemies in the kitchen were not paying attention, he rushed to the refrigerator with a whoosh, and pulled it away. In the cold room, I want to do some tricks secretly.

When he saw the contents of the refrigerator, he was dumbfounded. All kinds of wine that had filled the refrigerator were gone, replaced by vegetables, fruits and milk, and the lotus root alone weighed twenty catties.

Good guy, it's changed!

"I lost my happiness!" Ren Chuan wailed, "You were sent by the landlord!"

"Quit drinking." Jiang Huan was unmoved, "Quit smoking."

"If you say quit, just quit!" Ren Chuan still wanted to resist, "Shouldn't it be done step by step!"

"Let me take a step by step step by step." Jiang Huan glanced at him, "I want you two to be brave."

"I..." Ren Chuan's move to seize power and usurp the throne was stuck at the first step, and he didn't dare.

Unable to resist the tyranny and losing his family status, Mr. Ren rolled around on the sofa, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Jiang Huan turned a deaf ear to it, and made a dumpling by himself, and served it steaming hot on the table, shouting like a pig, "Dinner is ready!"

Ren Chuan embraced the pillow, stretched his neck, and shouted, "Class enemies cannot sit at the same table to eat!"

Jiang Huan said "hmm", "Come and eat while you sit down, and I will eat on my knees."

As soon as he said "kneeling", Ren Chuan thought of Jiang Huan's leg. He didn't know whether the stubble after the bone was broken would grow back. Kneeling must hurt.

Ren Chuan lost his words, "It's not necessary..."

He walked over, opened the chair and sat down, put a round dumpling into his mouth, looked at Jiang Huan while eating, a little cautiously, "Your leg... can it be cured?"

"Yes." Jiang Huan ate the dumplings, "I have made an appointment for this weekend's surgery, and it is not difficult to correct it. It is estimated that it will take two to three months including reconstruction."

The dumpling that Ren Chuan was holding fell down, "Have you...arranged everything?"

"Yeah." Jiang Huan raised his eyes to look at him, "I won't give you any chance to change your husband."

Ren Chuan blushed for a moment, "I don't want to change..."

Jiang Huan's tone was very serious, "Even if there is even the slightest possibility, it will not exist."

His words made Ren Chuan shiver fiercely. Thinking about Mr. Jiang's great achievements, would Mr. Ren still dare to be a little ambiguous with others?

He still wants to live well.

After eating, all the dishes and chopsticks were thrown into the dishwasher. Mr. Ren cheered that the dishwasher is the greatest invention to save mankind in the 21st century. Then he secretly put a box of condoms in the bedroom. After thinking for a while, he felt that one box was not enough , took another box.

Everything was ready, he went to the bathroom to clean himself from inside to outside, and looked at himself in the mirror, there was a centipede-like scar on his belly, which was really disappointing.

After thinking about it, Ren Chuan put on a slippery silk nightgown for himself, and decided not to be honest with each other.

A great spring is waiting for him, Ren Chuan walked out of the bathroom with half of his thigh exposed, swaying out of the bathroom, making people wonder if the place in this house is not enough for him.

When I went out, there was no one in the living room and no one in the bedroom.

Ren Chuan was a little dumbfounded.

Fuck, what did the old rascal do?

There was movement in the kitchen, Ren Chuan frowned and walked over to investigate, and saw Jiang Huan standing in the kitchen with a large basin in front of him, which contained twenty catties of fresh lotus root, and he was grinding There is already half a pot of lotus root puree.

"You..." Ren Chuan didn't know what he was going to do, "What are you doing at night?"

Come fuck him!

To waste a second is to live up to the spring!

"Make some lotus root powder." Jiang Huan finally looked up at him, then frowned, "Go back and change your clothes! Wear thick and fleece pajamas!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Fuck, can we have some fun?

"Why do you make lotus root noodles?" Ren Chuan couldn't figure it out, "Can't you just buy ready-made ones?"

Jiang Huan continued to grind the lotus root paste without looking up, "The ready-made lotus root powder does not contain much tannin, which is not as good as homemade."

Mouth opening is a proper term. Ren Chuan was stunned. He used his mobile phone to browse the Internet and found out that handmade pure lotus root powder is rich in tannins, which can protect the gastric mucosa, prevent gastric ulcers, and nourish the stomach.

Not to mention that President Ren's stomach had just been cut in half.

"Don't feed your stomach." Ren Chuan stuck to it, "You feed me first!"

He hung on Jiang Huan's body like a boneless one, "This little flower of mine hasn't been moistened for a long time, if I don't water it, I'll die!"

Jiang Huan wanted to say something else, "I..."

Ren Chuan chose to tell him to shut up, and kissed him directly.

Lips and teeth intertwined, breathing hot, Ren Chuan's eyes were full of charm, "Boss Jiang, time is not waiting for me..."