The president is dying every day

It took Ren Chuan half a month to lose weight, and he was finally able to put on the ring.

Jiang Huan was very satisfied, and started to move on to the next step, preparing for the wedding.

Determine the wedding date, choose the dress, invite relatives and friends, arrange the venue...

There are so many things to do, enough to overwhelm any couple.

At this time, Jiang Huan showed the qualities that a president should have. He divided up the huge and complicated tasks and handed them over to professionals. As for him, he was responsible for holding Ren Chuan, lying in bed until the sun was up, and then got up to go to the company. Make a card.

Mr. Jiang no longer has the high spirits he had when he was working hard for the country. Now he seems to have retired early. He doesn't know what self-motivation is. He drinks tea every day and takes Mr. Ren for a walk. Life is very good.

After Mr. Ren experienced a serious illness, he also understood the truth of drinking today and drinking now. He can say three times a day on average, "Why don't you sell the company to someone else? I don't want to do it anymore."

At the breakfast table, facing the bread and milk, the two presidents seriously thought about the future of their company, "..."

"No." Jiang Huan struggled a bit, "We can't be so decadent."

Ren Chuan lay on the dining table, he was so lazy even sitting, "But I really don't want to go to work."

Jiang Huan also took advantage of the situation and lay down on the dining table, "I don't want to go to work either..."

In the corridor of the Twin Towers, Meng Chun and Zhong Nian were in suits and leather shoes, each holding a mobile phone, with almost exactly the same expressions, and they called with gritted teeth, "..."

"I can't get through." Zhong Nian suppressed his anger, "Jiang blocked me!"

Meng Chun was about to get angry, "The one with the surname Ren also blocked me!"

From the respectful "boss" to the current "surname Jiang" and "ren" in their mouths, the journey they have traveled is no less than the Red Army's [-]-mile Long March, and the hardships and hardships are no less than climbing snow-capped mountains. over the grass.

They were all forced out alive! ! !

Meng Chun and Zhong Nian looked at each other, with only one thought in mind——

Forget about seeking power and usurping the throne! ! !

"They're getting married..." Meng Chun almost gritted his teeth, "I won't come to work to play and disappear..."

Zhong Nian also gritted his teeth and sucked blood, "And when we were going to get married... we were still working overtime on the first fucking night!!! Even after we got married, we didn't even have a day off for marriage!!! And we were sent two fucking days A very insulting cup!!!”

At the same time, they roared with ferocious expressions, "Evil capitalism!!!"

At the same time, the two presidents were still lying on the dining table and didn't want to get up, but they sneezed hard at the same time, "Ah Qiu!"

Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan, "Is someone scolding us?"

Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan, "Impossible, we two have nothing to scold."

Not only did the two presidents not reflect on themselves, they didn't even know themselves! ! !

They hang out like this until the eve of the wedding, because Ren Chuan is the only one who has a natal family. According to the old rules, he needs to stay in the old house for a few days before the wedding. Ren Dongsheng personally ordered him to go home.

But the rules didn't say anything, Jiang Huan was not allowed to go.

Mr. Jiang followed him to the old house.

"I'm not talking about my dad, it's this age, I have to do something like this." On the way back to the old house, Ren Chuan babbled, "Actually, I think it's because he wants us to go home, so I'm sorry to say so. So what if I'm married? I'm not married far away, I'm all in Beijing, we can meet each other anytime, anywhere, besides..."

"Ren Chuan..." Jiang Huan drove the car, and said very tactfully, "You..."

Ren Chuan was still babbling, "It's not impossible to go back to the old house. It stands to reason that you should really visit your old father before getting married, but..."

Jiang Huan still wanted to say, "Ren Chuan, don't..."

"But I don't agree with his practice of feudal superstition!" Ren Chuan slapped himself on the thigh suddenly, "If you say that you are old, you are confused. I think my dad is not far from dementia..."

Jiang Huan finally interrupted him, "Ren Chuan...I'm on the phone with Dad..."

Mr. Ren, who was completely dumbfounded, "..."

Ren Dongsheng, who heard every word of Ren Chuan's words, "..."

Jiang Huan didn't know what to say, he just looked at Ren Chuan sympathetically, this is what you asked for, don't blame me for not saving you.

The car stopped at the gate of the old house. When getting out of the car, Ren Chuan's calf was soft. If it wasn't for Jiang Huan's sharp eyesight and quick hand to help him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"I..." Ren Chuan's voice was trembling, "I'm a little scared..."

"It's okay." Jiang Huan comforted him, "At least that's your real father."

The word "Dad" hit Ren Chuan's heart like a heavy hammer, making his heart beat hard.

What if it doesn't happen in the future...

Ren Chuan walked into the old house tremblingly, not even daring to take off his shoes, so that it would be easier for him to escape.

Ren Dongsheng sat on the sofa with a cup of hot tea in his hand and a ruler in his other hand, obviously he had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Huan couldn't bear to see Ren Chuan being punished, and wanted to intercede for him, "That...Dad..."

Ren Dongsheng probably didn't want to beat his son in front of him, so he told Jiang Huan directly, "You go upstairs."

Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan helplessly, and gave him a thumbs up, which meant that he was asking for more blessings.

After Jiang Huan went upstairs, Ren Chuan stood against the wall, trying to make peace with Ren Dongsheng, "That...Dad..."

"I don't have a son like you." Ren Dongsheng snorted coldly, "I don't know you."

"Why don't you know each other!" Ren Chuan yelled, "I am your own son who was raised by shit and piss!"

Ren Dongsheng killed him with one sentence, "I am demented."

Ren Chuan, who had nothing to say, "..."

"I'm talking nonsense..." Ren Chuan groaned, "Dad, don't talk to me in large numbers..."

Ren Dongsheng picked up the ruler and slapped him on the buttocks, "Little bastard, if you don't fight for a day, you will go to the house to expose the tiles! What are you saying behind my back? I will lend you thirty guts!!!"

Mr. Jiang, who pricked up his ears on the second floor, listened to the movement downstairs. A chill rose from his liver and gallbladder. He rubbed his arms quickly, and even felt his butt began to hurt.

He walked into Ren Chuan's bedroom, looking for something like safflower oil, and prepared it for Ren Chuan.

This bedroom was lived by Ren Chuan since he was a child, and it witnessed his childhood and even his entire youth. After he grew up and left home, Ren Dongsheng still kept this bedroom, and sister Shanshan also cleaned it twice a week.

But Jiang Huan seldom came in. He came to the old house and Ren Chuan didn't live in this house, so he was not familiar with it. He just subconsciously thought that safflower oil and other bruise medicines were in the drawers of hyperactive teenagers. .

He sat in front of the young man Ren Chuan's desk, opened the drawer under the desk, and searched layer by layer. Suddenly, an iron biscuit box broke into his sight.

The biscuit box is the kind of imported cream cookie box. When Ren Chuan was a child, imported food was a rarity, but given his family's economic level, he could eat three meals a day without any problem.

But Jiang Huan knew that when Ren Chuan had tooth decay when he was a child, Ren Dongsheng never gave him sweets.

Such biscuit boxes hardly appear in his life.

In addition, this box is very beautiful and exquisite, and the appearance design will not be outdated even if you look at it more than ten years later.

So Jiang Huan instinctively thought that this box contained important things.

This is probably the secret of the young Ren Chuan.

Jiang Huan took the box out of the drawer, shook it a few times, and listened to the sound inside. It was very light, and he felt that there was nothing in it.

He suddenly hesitated, wondering whether he should open it or not.

Emotionally, he really wanted to know what secrets Ren Chuan hid when he was a teenager. It might be a little jewelry, a love letter to a girl, or a yellowed report card. In short... ...that represents the youth he missed and will never come back.

But rationally told him that it was not appropriate to peek at other people's secrets without authorization.

Just like this, Jiang Huan was fighting with his own heaven and man, and his inner emotions were very complicated. Suddenly, his fingers touched a string of numbers on the outside of the biscuit box - XXXX31.

The mantissa is 31, Mr. Jiang thought happily, I am 31 years old this year, and the things in this may be related to me, so I should take a look and there should be nothing wrong.

He looked at the biscuit box in his hand with bated breath, and carefully opened a corner with a feeling of anticipation.

The biscuit box is not Pandora's magic box, nor does it contain any earth-shattering secrets, only a simple letter.

Jiang Huan suddenly felt a little disappointed, and picked up the letter casually and unfolded it.

The edge of the letter paper has turned yellow, showing how old it is. The opening is a classic English love sentence, still in fancy handwriting, "Youaremytodayandallofmytomorrows. (You are my today and all of my tomorrows.)"

Jiang Huan murmured "True coquettish", and then continued to look down, simply thinking that this was a love letter that Ren Chuan received when he was young.

But the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong.

He is too familiar with the content of this letter, even the font, he...

His mind was full of ancient memories, how when he was just in college, with a secret love, he wrote a love letter and put it in the apple tree at the gate of Trinity College In the tree hole.

He left his student number on the letter, and if someone sees and contacts him, they will form a partner.

Jiang Huan gradually held his breath. With trembling hands, he turned the letter to the last page, and as expected, he saw a string of very familiar numbers at the end.

His student number.

With a bang, the torrent of time descended from the sky at this moment.

Jiang Huan even felt a little dizzy.

His love letter was taken away by Ren Chuan.

It's... the young Ren Chuan.

They never lost each other.

Instead, in their own world, try their best, travel through time, and run towards... each other's embrace.

They're... made for each other.