The president is dying every day

Unexpectedly, the ball of wool turned out to be an important envoy to promote the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries. Jiang Huan seemed to have found a breakthrough. He hid the [-] kinds of weaving tutorials on the wool he bought, and made a lot of stupid tricks every day. My messy semi-finished product asked Ren Dongsheng for various reasons.

Again and again, Ren Dongsheng was asked the same question seven or eight times, and he reminded Jiang Huan very tactfully, "It really doesn't work, let's go to the hospital."

To see if the IQ is at the level of normal people.

Jiang Huan was a bit awkward, and he didn't want his father-in-law to doubt his superior IQ of [-]. He let Ren Dongsheng say something more, and it would be a bit troublesome to think about it to all the employees at the annual meeting.

Mr. Jiang turned his head and wrote a program to virtualize Ren Dongsheng's image, adding special effects for beautification, and three-dimensional projection at the company's annual meeting, making Ren Dongsheng popular once at a young age.

When Ren Dongsheng looked at Jiang Huan, he finally became pleasing to the eye.

Ever since Ren Dongsheng asked Jiang Huan to call him Dad, he could hear "Dad" coming and going "Dad" every day. The voices kept coming and going. Ren Chuan suspected that Jiang Huan was going to rob him of his father, and couldn't help but feel a little crisis in his heart. consciousness.

The daring thief still wants to occupy the magpie's nest!

Ren Dongsheng came out of the study with his computer in his hands, opened his mouth and shouted, "Hey! Xiao Jiang! Why is the screen of my computer black!"

Ren Chuan held back a smirk in his heart, asking the programmer to fix the computer was the greatest insult to the programmer.

He rushed to show courtesy to Ren Dongsheng, "Dad, don't bother, I'll buy you another one, let's use the latest model."

Jiang Huan was warming milk for Ren Chuan in the kitchen. Hearing Ren Dongsheng's shout, he came out immediately. He didn't talk nonsense. He took the notebook over, took a rough look at it, then turned it off and unscrewed the back cover with a screwdriver, and began to be cautious. Check the parts carefully.

"It's nothing, there's too much dust." Jiang Huan took out the hair dryer from the bathroom and started cleaning the old dust from the computer.

After cleaning it up, install it back again and again, turn it on again, and it's done.

Ren Dongsheng took it over with satisfaction, glanced at Ren Chuan, disgusted to death, "Take a look, what would you do? You would spend money indiscriminately."

Ren Chuan: "..."

Who is the real son?

Years ago, Ren Dongsheng was going to do something himself, wanted to go shopping, and he hesitated for a moment about choosing who would drive him, and finally called Jiang Huan, "Xiao Jiang!"

Jiang Huan was playing games with Ren Chuan, and he glanced at Ren Chuan happily, with a rather smug look, then put down the game console, walking briskly, "Here comes Dad!"

Ren Chuan sneered at his stinky show off, and only said, "You can ask for more blessings."

There were a lot of people in Sanliyuan a few years ago, and every house of the street vendors was decorated with lanterns and festoons, displaying everything that was under the box, as if fighting martial arts, the scene was grand.

Ren Dongsheng walked in front with his hands behind his back, and Jiang Huan walked behind with his shopping bag. After walking around, Ren Dongsheng didn't buy anything.

"Dad..." Jiang Huan couldn't help but said, "What do you want to buy?"

Ren Dongsheng frowned critically, "This place is not good."

Sanliyuan is not enough?Jiang Huan asked patiently, "Then let's go to the import supermarket?"

Ren Dongsheng still shook his head. He sat in the co-pilot and instructed Jiang Huan to drive the car into an old residential area. He saw a large truck parked at the entrance of the residential area, which was loaded with tons of cabbage. Busy and busy moving cabbage, it was a scene of enthusiasm.

Ren Dongsheng came up and said to the peddler, "Give me a hundred catties."

Jiang Huan had never seen the love of cabbage in the north, and he didn't know that buying cabbage in winter is a large-scale sport that all people, old and young, participated in. He was immediately shocked by the figure of one hundred catties, "Dad...it's too much Bar……"

An aunt next to me said, "Where is this? I will pickle [-] catties of cabbage this winter, and my grandchildren love it!"

When Ren Dongsheng heard this, he became excited, "Then I want three hundred catties too!"

Jiang Huan spent almost a year of exercise today. He went back and forth many times just to load three hundred catties of cabbage into the car. The smell of cabbage, no matter how luxurious the interior was, it was completely defeated in front of [-] catties of cabbage. The leather trunk was scratched everywhere by mud, and he wanted to cry without tears.

The uncles and aunts watched enviously Ren Dongsheng standing on the side of the road with his hands behind his back, directing Jiang Huan to move around, and said, "Brother is so lucky to have such a son."

"That's not it!" Ren Dongsheng was waiting for this sentence, with a smug face, "Where are our two sons!"

After finally moving the cabbage and getting into the car, the Bugatti Veyron was seriously overloaded. Jiang Huan walked on a small road without traffic police, and looked at Ren Dongsheng, the co-pilot, "Dad..."

He intended to remind Ren Dongsheng that Ren Chuan could not eat anything containing nitrite, so three hundred catties of sauerkraut had no room to digest it.

Ren Dongsheng looked over beamingly, and patted Jiang Huan on the shoulder, "Wait for Dad to pickle sauerkraut for you!"

This shot basically set the tone for Mr. Jiang's food for the next year.

Instructing Jiang Huan to put three hundred catties of cabbage into the jar, Ren Dongsheng condescendingly sprinkled a handful of salt and poured a little water, and then the three hundred catties of cabbage turned into his pickled cabbage.

Jiang Huan's two arms were basically useless, and he lay motionless on the bed, waiting for Ren Chuan to apply a plaster on him.

Ren Chuan had known for a long time that he was going to have this catastrophe, and even secretly rejoiced that Ren Dongsheng finally stopped torturing him this year. With a lollipop in his mouth, he tore off the sticker on the back of the plaster, and then slapped On Jiang Huan's wound, Jiang Huan howled in pain, "Ren Chuan, you fucking murdered your own husband!"

Before Ren Chuan could laugh at him, he heard Ren Dongsheng's voice from downstairs, "Old son, don't bully Xiao Jiang!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

He has no place in this family.

The corners of Jiang Huan's eyes and brows were full of pride, "I have my father to support me."

He bumped Ren Chuan with his shoulder, "Do you hear me, treat me better."

Ren Chuan let out an expressionless "Oh".

The so-called "support" in Jiang Huan's mouth is basically aimed at Ren Chuan. Whenever Ren Chuan secretly drinks ice soda, Jiang Huan will turn his head and sue Ren Dongsheng. The father and son will join hands to punish Ren Chuan. A special lecture that lasted several hours was called, "Ten Hazards You Must Know About Soda".

In terms of Ren Chuan's health, Jiang Huan and Ren Dongsheng have the same goal.

"Forgive me." Ren Chuan chewed the lollipop, "Six grams of salt a day is the rule, and it's even more difficult for me to embarrass the chef. This is the north, and any restaurant serves two spoons even if it's a cucumber. Soy sauce?"

"Not only six grams of salt per day, but also 35 grams of sugar..." Jiang Huan stared at the lollipop in his mouth, "Which traitor gave you sugar! You seriously exceeded the standard! Come here ——!”

Mr. Ren runs faster than a rabbit.

The traitor was interrogated that night. Sister Shanshan vowed not to give the enemy a single needle or thread. By the way, she revealed that Ren Chuan had stolen two packs of potato chips and two cans of Coke the day before yesterday. I bought five packs of spicy strips and a dozen lollipops.

Mr. Ren died down at this point, and suffered a severe injury. He couldn't recover his blood for a long time, and he became listless.

New Year's Eve was lively enough, because Ren Chuan's birthday and the Spring Festival came together.

Mr. Ren, the birthday star, got up very early this day, and he was full of energy and had nowhere to vent. He just hoped to hurry to the evening so that he could see what gifts his father and brother had prepared for him.

During the Spring Festival, even Sister Shanshan dressed up. She prepared a set of bright red autumn clothes and long trousers for Ren Chuan, and said, "You must wear red this year! So that there will be no diseases and disasters in the coming year! This is all The master has calculated it! Hey hey...don't run away——!"

Ren Chuan turned his head and shouted at Sister Shanshan, "I won't wear Da Hong on my body even if I die!"

In the next second, he bumped into Jiang Huan's chest with a bang.

Just the words "no disease, no disaster" alone determine that Mr. Ren has no room for resistance.

"I want to go to the third party, and I still wear red autumn clothes!" Ren Chuan pulled the red autumn clothes on his body and said angrily, "Jiang Huan! Have you lost any humanity!"

Jiang Huan didn't care what he said, "No."

Ren Chuan still wanted to resort to force, and the next second Jiang Huan jumped out of the room and shouted, "Dad! Ren Chuan bullied me!"

Ren Dongsheng rushed out from the study, "I think he owes a lesson!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

They all forgot that Jiang Huan still practiced and sued Dafa!

Ren Dongsheng seldom beat children with his own hands. When he was a child, Ren Chuan Shangfang Jiewa, or if he beat up a child, he would just let him stand as a punishment.

This trick is still working so far.

Jiang Huan stood beside him eating melon seeds and admired it for a while, with a smirk on his face.

"Go back and forth!" Ren Chuan yelled at him, "Get out of here!"

Jiang Huan shouted again at the top of his voice, "Dad—!"

"Get it!" Ren Chuan couldn't take it anymore, "I'm afraid of you!"

"Stand up straight!" Jiang Huan kicked him, "Stand like a pine, sit like a bell, look at you, just like a maggot."

Ren Chuan couldn't help but wanted to kick him, but the disciple above his head fell off, and Ren Dongsheng who was passing by just saw him, and howled, "You stand on your back—!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

When you are old, you have to relive your childhood.

Why bother.

Mr. Shou Xing was punished to stand for a long time, and his legs were numb when he sat down to eat. Ren Chuan gritted his teeth, no matter how smooth Jiang Huan's rhetoric was today, he couldn't let him go to bed!

Each person has a bowl of longevity noodles, and Jiang Huan's gift is the couple's gloves he wove, in various colors and styles, and assembled the twelve constellations.

Ren Chuan saw that he had been knitting for half a month, and it was the first time he appreciated the finished product, and it was actually not bad.

"So-so." He said with disgust, and then turned his eyes to Ren Dongsheng, grinning, "Dad, you have to show something?"

"Show." Ren Dongsheng was very forthright, and he handed over a gift box.

Ren Chuan opened it, and when he saw it, he was dumbfounded.

Inside the gift box was his household registration book.

"Just..." Ren Dongsheng didn't know what to say, "A man has to start a family and start a career. Don't always worry about career, you have to be appropriate..."

What he said was like a summary of a meeting. Ren Dongsheng lowered his head, knowing that he was bored, "Hey, don't talk about it, Dad. Dad is already out of date. It's not just a joke when you get old."

Jiang Huan glanced at Ren Dongsheng, then at Jiang Huan. He never knew that marriage was something that would be pushed to the shelves.

In the next second, Ren Chuan knelt on the ground on one knee, holding his household registration booklet with both hands, and looked at Jiang Huan with burning eyes, as if swearing to join the party, "Mr. Jiang, I have the household registration booklet, and I also have nine yuan. , would you like to..."

Jiang Huan lowered his head and smiled. There was no ring or flowers. He wrapped a piece of red wool on Incheon's ring finger, and tied the other end to his ring finger.

Jiang Huan looked at him and swore with his own soul, "Yes."

"From this moment to this lifetime forever."