The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan was fierce, how could he let Jiang Huan touch his butt casually, he was unwilling, and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Huan's butt, "No! You have to let me touch it!"

Jiang Huan pressed him on the bed, "What are you doing, what if I lose control again!"

"I'm going to touch it!" Ren Chuan struggled, but Jiang Huan's hands were like iron tongs, and he couldn't break free. He was sweating all over his forehead, and suddenly realized that this posture was too much After receiving it, he blushed and roared thickly, "Let me go!"

Jiang Huan was a little proud, and raised his chin at him, "Do you still touch it?"

How could Ren Chuan not touch it? He held his breath and pushed it hard, "I..."

But Jiang Huan subdued him very easily, pressed him firmly on the bed, looked at him condescendingly, raised his eyebrows, meaning you continue.

Ren Chuan lost face. Anyway, he is also a black belt in Taekwondo and has a few muscles in his arms. He shouted: "Are you still in the late stage of liver cancer?"

Jiang Huan smiled, "Even if I'm lying in the morgue, I can easily restrain you."

He let go of Ren Chuan and pulled him up from the bed, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Ren Chuan's hair was blown up on the bed. Jiang Huan took a comb and stood behind him to help comb his hair. The warm light of the setting sun came in from the window, and a leaf fell from the sycamore tree. Everything was quiet .

Jiang Huan suddenly said: "You are the second."

Ren Chuan looked at him, "What's the second one?"

"The second person who asked me to comb my hair." Jiang Huan put away the comb, flicked it on his forehead, and signaled, "The first one is my younger brother."

They had been sick friends for so many days, and it was the first time for Jiang Huan to mention his family. Ren Chuan was sensitive to the complicated story and asked cautiously, "Why doesn't your brother come to see you?"

Jiang Huan said: "He can't come."

Ren Chuan immediately apologized and said: "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I shouldn't ask."

"Huh?" Jiang Huan poured himself a glass of water, and looked over while drinking, "What's the matter? He's in his third year of high school, and he can't escape from his daily homework."

Ren Chuan was furious all of a sudden, "But you're talking like he's dead!"

Jiang Huan did not deny it, "Aren't senior high school students the group of social death?"

Ren Chuan looked at his adam's apple that moved up and down when he drank water, and suddenly felt thirsty for a moment. He asked, "Why don't you see your family come to accompany you?"

Jiang Huan was silent for a moment, "I didn't tell them I was sick, they were all farming in the countryside."

In fact, his father is playing yachts in the United States, and his mother is playing mahjong in Macau.

He looked at Ren Chuan, "What about you? Why haven't you seen your family?"

Ren Chuan was silent for a moment, lit a wax for his old father Ren Dongsheng in his heart, and opened his mouth and said, "I didn't have a mother when I was young, and my father passed away three years ago."

Jiang Huan patted his head, "My condolences."

"It's nothing." Ren Chuan became more and more involved in the drama, and almost said his tears, "Actually, I'm used to living alone, wandering alone and helpless in a big city, as if I was on a river. Duckweed has no roots anywhere, so it can only drift with the current, wherever it goes.”

Jiang Huan looked at his weeping appearance, and thought of his poor life experience. He was still at the advanced stage of stomach cancer, so he could only go to the hospital silently and wait for the god of death to come, and then he was sent to the incinerator to become a carbon-based inorganic substance. Knowing where it is sprinkled, not even a tombstone will be left.

"In the future..." Jiang Huan squeezed the water glass tightly in his hand and made a sound, "Let me..."

Ren Chuan's hopeful eyes lit up, it's done, and bitter tricks are easy to use.

Jiang Huan suddenly hugged Ren Chuan's head in his arms, very affectionately, "Shout brother."

Ren Chuan's head hit his hard chest, still a little dazed: "..."

Why doesn't it look right.

Jiang Huan hugged his head and said loudly: "From now on, I will be your half-brother!"

Ren Chuan tried to explain, "Brother, that's not the case..."

Jiang Huan agreed enthusiastically, "Hey!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

The more you describe, the darker.

Jiang Huanzu was born in the Northeast and naturally liked being called big brother. Looking at Ren Chuan was like looking at his younger brother. Ren Chuan couldn't bear that look, so he gave up and said: "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

They picked up their lunch boxes and went to the cafeteria. When they passed the hospital hall, they suddenly heard a noise, "No! You can't leave! You put my father to death, and you have to pay for his life!"

Ren Chuan and Jiang Huan glanced at each other, doctor?

The voice came from the doctor's office. Seven or eight men of various colors gathered around the door, squatting and standing, and stared fiercely at everyone passing by, not letting anyone approach.

Jiang Huan walked over with a lunch box in his hand, and someone immediately blocked him, "What are you doing?"

"Look for my doctor." Jiang Huan said, "Why, you also come to treat the illness?"

"No!" The man snorted fiercely, "No one is allowed inside now!"

"I didn't hear that security guards were specially recruited for the doctor's office." Jiang Huan's tone was very casual, and he tried to take two steps forward.

The man pushed his shoulder hard, "Go away!"

Jiang Huan staggered, and Ren Chuan's soul was so scared that he was about to fly away. Damn it, he has terminal liver cancer!

Before Ren Chuan stepped forward to hold Jiang Huan, he saw Jiang Huan take a lunge, and then the lunch box in his hand hit the man's forehead firmly, and then turned around and kicked him directly. Kicked out.

Ren Chuan was stunned, "Damn it."

All the gangsters stood up, Jiang Huan smiled casually, hooked his fingers, and motioned for them to go up together, "Come, show Dad."

Ren Chuan rushed up, hugged a gangster's head, and directly pushed his knees up, hitting the bridge of his nose, causing nosebleeds to splash out.

Someone rushed up from the side and punched him in the head, but Jiang Huan locked his throat and knocked him down with one blow, "Huh? Is that enough?"

The two of them seemed to be two wolves rushing into the flock of sheep. The gangsters had no power to parry at all, and fell to the ground in just three to two minutes.

Jiang Huan picked up his lunch box from the ground, blew the ashes on it, and glanced at the gangsters lying on the ground moaning, "You still learn to make trouble in medicine with this little skill?"

Ren Chuan also pulled out one from the doctor's office and pressed him to the ground, "Lie down honestly."

Not only the gangsters, but even the doctors were trembling. The hospital security guards arrived late, and Jiang Huan whistled loudly at Ren Chuan, "Let's go, let's eat."

Ren Chuan put his arm on his shoulders, and the two brothers headed towards the cafeteria, brushing off their clothes after the matter, without leaving credit or fame.