The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan couldn't believe his ears, what did Jiang Huan just say?

He stood there without moving, but the men behind him had already caught up, and the tattooed man at the head grabbed his wrist and was about to pull him back.

Jiang Huan strode forward and directly hugged Ren Chuan in his arms.

The bridge of Ren Chuan's nose hit Jiang Huan's hard chest, and he was stunned for a moment.

Is this really Jiang Huan?

Jiang Huan saw Ren Chuan when he ran out of the alley. He was so beautiful that it was hard not to notice him. jaws of death.

"What are you doing?" The tattooed man looked at Jiang Huan with an unkind expression, "Steal someone?"

Jiang Huan's expression was very cold, and he only said one word, "Get lost!"

"Fuck! How dare you talk to me like that!" The man with the tattoo was angry, "That's my boyfriend, why don't you mind your own business!"

The corner of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched, and he snorted, "Boyfriend..."

The man with the tattoo stretched out his hand to grab Ren Chuan's wrist, "Get the fuck out of me—"

Jiang Huan punched him on the cheek without even looking at it. He was steady and accurate, making him stagger.

"Fuck!" The tattooed man covered his face, a little in disbelief, "You fucking—"

Jiang Huan followed with another punch.

The rest of the gangsters immediately rushed forward, Jiang Huan pushed Ren Chuan behind him, rolled up his sleeves and greeted him.

Ren Chuan watched helplessly as Jiang Huan fought five against one, with the corners of his clothes flying and fists to the flesh, showing the man's fierce side to the fullest.

After realizing it, he remembered to call the police, his voice was trembling, "Hey, I want to call the police..."

Bar Street is located in the downtown area, the police dispatched the police very quickly, quickly controlled the scene, and separated the fighting crowd, "Stop! Don't move! Don't do anything!"

Jiang Huan had been punched in the face several times, his eyes were blackened, and the corners of his mouth were broken. He looked really embarrassed.

He tilted his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, took out a pocket towel from his chest and wiped the corner of his mouth. When he touched the wound, he hissed in pain.

Ren Chuan was a little afraid to go forward and ask him if it hurts.

The police packed everyone up and took them back to the police station.

The tattooed man refused to admit that he had attempted rape, and kept saying that Ren Chuan was his boyfriend. He winked at the police, "That kind of boyfriend, one night."

Ren Chuan can't prove his innocence, and the legal definition of rape is man to woman, and there is no statement about man to man.

The police only treated the incident as a fight. The circumstances were not serious, nor did they constitute minor injuries. After criticizing and educating them, they let them go.

Ren Chuan followed Jiang Huan out of the police station, keeping his head down all the way.

Jiang Huan opened the car door and greeted, "Get in the car."

Ren Chuan didn't want to have more contact with him, "I will take a taxi by myself."

Jiang Huan didn't want to repeat it a second time, "I said—get in the car."

Ren Chuan could only sit in the co-pilot.

He secretly looked at Jiang Huan who was driving, and he could see the bruises on his eye sockets at a glance, and the eyeballs were congested/bloody from the beating, and the redness was a bit scary.

Ren Chuan hesitated to speak, "How about...go to the hospital."

Jiang Huan didn't say anything.

Ren Chuan lowered his head and stopped talking.

The Bugatti Veyron galloped all the way and merged into the city traffic. At the gap of the red light, Jiang Huan finally spoke. He put his hands on the steering wheel and looked at Ren Chuan with scrutiny, "Why did you run when you saw me just now? "

Ren Chuanxin said, how do I know you will help me.

"Were you deaf when I called you over?" Jiang Huan was not polite at all, he wanted to scold Ren Chuan bloody, "How old are you? Four or five gangsters are behind you, don't you ask for help ,What do you want to do?"

Ren Chuan's voice was like a mosquito buzzing, "I can beat myself..."

Jiang Huan reached out and poked his forehead, "You fucking drunk like that grandma? Who do you want to hit?"

Ren Chuan really dared not speak out.

For the sake of saving Lao Tzu, I won't quarrel with you for now.

Jiang Huan himself was so angry that he slammed his fists heavily on the steering wheel and honked harshly, "Aren't your brains not enough? It's obviously a black hole. You go in alone in the middle of the night?"

Ren Chuan thought angrily, if you weren't angry with me, I wouldn't be going to the bar.

When the green light came on, Jiang Huan could only put aside the matter of cursing and concentrate on driving.

There was silence in the carriage, and neither of the two people spoke.

Ren Chuan was bored looking at the city lights outside the car window, scratching the window with his fingernails, making a creaking sound.

Suddenly, a sentence came from my ear, "Anyone can be your boyfriend?"

Ren Chuan turned his head, looked at Jiang Huan, and thought to himself, what do you mean by that?

Jiang Huan looked a little unhappy. What the tattooed man said tonight made him worry about it. What is a boyfriend?

There was another red light, Jiang Huan turned his head to stare at Ren Chuan's face, frowning, "Is it so casual for you to find a boyfriend?"

Ren Chuan didn't want to talk about boyfriends with him, so he said perfunctorily, "It depends on your mood."

Jiang Huan really has never heard such a scumbag speaking. Finding a boyfriend depends on his mood. This means that he is in a good mood for seventeen or eight, and he is in a bad mood for two or three?

His chest seemed to be blocked by something, and it was so stuffy that it hurt, as if his heart was about to explode.

He looked at Ren Chuan, wanting to get an answer, "Do you treat your feelings so casually?"

"Why am I so casual!" Ren Chuan was furious, "I'm fucking consistent with every relationship, isn't it just a little too often? Adult love is a process of trial and error, and I can't meet the right one. Yes, blame me?"

Jiang Huan's next sentence got stuck in his throat, and he almost uttered it.

What he wanted to say was, "You met me."

But in the next second, he remembered Ren Chuan's prayer wheel.

Ren Chuan likes him.

With this liking in front of him, Jiang Huan was at a loss as to what to do.

This is a man's love.

The Bugatti Veyron drove into the underground garage, stopped and opened the door, and the two got out of the car and walked into the elevator together, pressing the same floor.

The elevator slowly ascended, and there was a silent atmosphere in the air.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and the two of them took a step at the same time——

"You go first." Ren Chuan took the initiative to retreat.

They came to the door one after the other, took out the key, and opened the door.

Ren Chuan has been hesitating, his movements are slow, in fact, he wants to say thank you to Jiang Huan.

But before he could say anything, Jiang Huan had already closed the door.

Ren Chuan walked into his home, sniffed, first changed into bear pajamas, and then rummaged through the medicine cabinet at home.

Holding the medicine box in his arms, he knocked on the door of Jiang Huan's house.

No one opened.

He kept knocking.

Three minutes later, footsteps came from inside the door. Jiang Huan was naked from the upper body, wrapped in a towel, and seemed to be planning to take a bath.

Holding the medicine box, Ren Chuan stammered, "Then what... I have medicine at home, and the wound on your face hasn't been treated... I won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Jiang Huan's expression looked a little impatient, which meant that he had something to say and fart.

Ren Chuan gritted his teeth and said directly, "I'll give you medicine."

Jiang Huan backed away from the door and let him in.

Ren Chuan walked into Jiang Huan's house and looked around. The decoration style is very simple, a post-modern style, the floor is made of marble tiles, and the lights are patchwork, making it look cold and impersonal.

Jiang Huan walked to the living room, took a glass of water to drink, and told Ren Chuan, "Put down the medicine box, and you can go."

"No... no!" Ren Chuan hugged his medicine box tightly, "I don't agree!"

Jiang Huan turned around and looked at him, meaning what happened to you?

Ren Chuan stumbled, "I..."

He came up with a wonderful reason, "I have bear stickers on my medicine box, they are so cute, I'm afraid you will steal them."

Jiang Huan: "..."

Listen, is this speaking human language?

He looked at Ren Chuan, but he didn't notice just now, it turned out that he was wearing bear pajamas.

A president, wearing bear pajamas.

Jiang Huan couldn't help a little laughter from the back of his throat. He sat down on the sofa, stretched his arms, and raised his face, which meant that Ren Chuan could give him medicine now.

Good guy, the emperor is not as crazy as you.

Ren Chuan thought that if you hadn't saved me tonight, I wouldn't have served you!

He took out the anti-swelling and pain-relieving spray from the medicine box, approached Jiang Huan's face, and said to him, "Close your eyes."

Jiang Huan looked at him motionless.

Ren Chuan frowned, "How can I spray the medicine if you don't close your eyes?"

Jiang Huan said: "I'm afraid that if I shut you up, you will do something wrong to me."

Ren Chuan: "..."

Damn, doing something wrong to Jiang Huan is worse than doing something wrong to a dog.

"Don't worry." Ren Chuan said to Jiang Huan, "I'm not interested in you at all."

What Jiang Huan said is uncomfortable, why is he not interested, what is wrong with him, "I..."

Ren Chuan pointed the spray at his face and sprayed wildly.

"Fuck!" The medicine got into his eyes, Jiang Huan covered his eyes, "Can you be gentle!"

Ren Chuan dipped a cotton swab in iodine and touched the wound on the corner of Jiang Huan's mouth. He said simply and rudely, "No."

Jiang Huan jumped up in pain, tears streaming down his face, "Damn it, you're fucking going to kill—!"

Ren Chuan originally intended to repay his kindness, but suddenly found that Jiang Huan was not worthy of his repayment at all, so he naturally had no tenderness, "Oh, if you want to be gentle, you can find it yourself..."

At this time, I heard a voice from the balcony, "My dear—"

Ren Chuan: "..."

what to say.

He suddenly remembered the box of condoms he saw at the door of his house tonight!

Jiang Huan really brought someone home!

"I..." Then it wouldn't be appropriate for him to stay any longer, so he packed up the medicine box and left, "Please don't send me away..."

It looked like his butt was burned by fire.

He came here just to torture Jiang Huan inhumanely.

Jiang Huan covered his eyes, and walked to the balcony. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling birdcage on the balcony, and there was a macaw in it. He flapped his wings twice, and shouted to Jiang Huan, "My dear—— "

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