The president is dying every day

Jiang Huan was stupid, Ren Chuan just used a little trick, and he was already stunned, like a fool who has never seen amorous feelings.

"Chuan'er..." He stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to grab Ren Chuan, "Say it again..."

He wanted to hear the word "couple" from Ren Chuan's mouth.

"I see..." Ren Chuan looked at him with a smile, and touched the back of Jiang Huan's hand, "It's a good match."

The feeling of skin touching was like an electric shock, and Jiang Huan was shocked by the electric shock.

His breathing was a little messed up, and he moved to Ren Chuan's side, hoping that Ren Chuan would touch him a little more, and said in a reproachful and coquettish tone, "You secretly wore my clothes."

"What?" Ren Chuan took another look at him, "You want interest?"

"If you wear it for one day, you have to eat one meal with me, if you wear it for two days, you have to eat twice, and if you wear it for a week, you have to..." Jiang Huan really didn't know where he got the courage to say this to Ren Chuan, "...you have to kiss Me."

Ren Chuan gave a low laugh, grabbed Jiang Huan's tie and kissed him, the bees pecked at the honey, and they left immediately.

He let out a pleasant laugh from the back of his throat, "Then I... order from a week."

Jiang Huan couldn't believe what happened just now, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he was in a daze, not yet recovered.

Ren Chuan was about to leave, "Okay, I'm leaving."

After being stunned for two or three seconds, Jiang Huan came back to his senses and hurried to catch up, but Ren Chuan had already walked several meters.

He yelled, "Go home for dinner tonight! I'll make soup for you!"

Ren Chuan didn't look back, but just waved his hands.

Jiang Huan was a little out of his wits. As soon as he turned around, he heard a discussion behind his back, "Wow, what did the boss just say?"

"Oh my god, is the proprietress just here?"

"No, no, is the boss married?"

"No, that's a man!"

With a thought in his heart, Jiang Huan called Zhong Nian.

Zhong Nian had just had a secret kiss with Meng Chun in the tea room, his lips were swollen and his clothes were a little messy, he walked over while tidying up, "Boss, what are your orders?"

Jiang Huan pointed to the seat where Ren Chuan sat just now, "Here, write me—"

"——The proprietress' seat."

Ren Chuan returned to the office, continued to look through his address book, listed the available relationships and the unavailable ones one by one, and sent Zhu Kaifeng a message, asking him to introduce himself to a few wealthy second generations who are stupid and rich .

Zhu Kaifeng called immediately, "Chuan'er! What's wrong with you!"

Ren Chuan didn't tell him the truth, "It's just... the funds are a little tight."

Zhu Kaifeng immediately said: "How much is the difference? I will give it!"

The good brother said nothing, but Ren Chuan refused, "Save your little money to buy a sports car, maybe one day your dad will stop your card."

Without financial independence, people are not tough enough. Zhu Kaifeng muttered a few words, "I'll go ask for you and see if anyone wants to invest."

Zhu Kaifeng came forward and helped Ren Chuan save a game. It was not so much about business as it was about playing around, sports cars, wine and beauties, and a group of people went crazy.

Before attending, Zhu Kaifeng specifically told Ren Chuan to target Mr. Du, who is the richest master here.

The place was arranged in a private mansion, and as soon as the car stopped, you could hear the loud music. Ren Chuan hadn't participated in such a round for a long time, so he let out a sigh of relief, stuffed his business card into his pocket, and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The eighth floor was completely covered, with blaring music playing, and scantily clad beauties everywhere. Ren Chuan shuttled around in suits and leather shoes, attracting a lot of attention.

Young Master Du was lying on the beauty's body with his chest open and drinking. Before Ren Chuan could say a few words, he glanced at him with extreme contempt, "Clothing like this?"

Mr. Du's voice made the whole audience look over and focus on Ren Chuan, which was really embarrassing.

"I'm laughing." Ren Chuan laughed, and then started to unbutton his suit. The suit worth tens of thousands of yuan was thrown on the ground. He grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it. All three buttons fell off, revealing a small piece of his chest. , the originally neat and stylish hair was also messed up, and the original clothes and beasts, at this moment, only the word beast remained.

He looked at Mr. Du, "Is that all right?"

Mr. Du snorted, ignored him, and then clinked wine glasses with other people, singing an inexplicable electronic song.

Ren Chuan stood there, a little embarrassed, every circle had its own rules, he couldn't fit in, and couldn't get out.

Suddenly a rich second generation greeted him, "Have some drink."

Ren Chuan picked up a bottle of wine, knocked off the cap on the corner of the table, touched the man, and then he did it.

The bottle of wine did not know how much alcohol was in it, his stomach was burning hot, and Ren Chuan squeezed in a group of rich second generations to drink indifferently, and what he was thinking about was actually the mouthful of hot porridge that Jiang Huan left for him.

There were more than a dozen empty bottles on the table before someone finally asked, "Hey, what do you do?"

Ren Chuan exhaled, pressed his painful stomach, and took out business cards to share with everyone, "Blackstone Technology, CEO."

There are only a few big companies that the rich second generation are familiar with, and Blackstone Technology has never heard of it. They threw away the business card after glancing at it, and ran to sing with the girl in their arms. I can't see clearly.

Ren Chuan had a stomachache and wanted to find a cup of hot water to drink. The waiter kindly made him a cup of brown sugar water.

Before he could take a sip, someone bumped into him from behind, and the hot water in his hand spilled out! "

"Fuck!" Mr. Du cursed, the shoes on his feet were wet, "My shoes!"

"Sorry." Ren Chuan knelt down and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe off his leather shoes, "It's my fault."

A majestic man, but squatting down to shine another person's shoes, if the news spreads, just forget about it.

Mr. Du was finally willing to look him in the eye, "What's your name?"

Ren Chuan stood up, took out a business card and handed it over, "Ren Chuan, CEO of Blackstone Technology."

"I've never heard of it." Mr. Du didn't accept the business card at all, "What kind of rotten company."

Ren Chuan was neither humble nor overbearing when people slandered the company face to face, "We are doing self-media short videos, and we have developed a variety of apps under our banner, with more than 3000 million downloads, which are very popular among young people."

"Heh." Mr. Du is used to seeing no one, "I only know about money."

He sat on the sofa, picked up a bottle of wine, bit it open with his teeth, and drank it in an extremely rough manner, "Didn't you come here just to ask me to invest money? Then let me tell you, you have to take care of the uncle first, and the uncle is in a good mood." Well, I will invest this money."

Ren Chuan looked at him, "How do you want to play?"

What do the rich second generation like to play?Beauty car or yacht?

Mr. Du smiled. He looked Ren Chuan up and down, as if looking at something, "You look pretty good."

Ren Chuan suppressed his anger and waited for him to continue.

Mr. Du drank a bottle of wine, pointed at his feet contemptuously, "There is a reception on the floor below, you put on a skirt, go to the reception and ask for a man's tie, I will vote for you as much as you want."

Ren Chuan couldn't take it anymore, turned around and was about to leave, it was his fault for giving hope to a group of rich second generations! "

"Go!" Young Master Du shouted, "As long as you go out today, you will never be able to step into this circle!"

Ren Chuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Mr. Du had expected it a long time ago, he snorted, hooked his fingers, and immediately someone presented a woman's skirt.

Ren Chuan turned around and looked at the skirt. The pure white skirt and the intricate lace trim would definitely look stunning on a woman, but he is a man, and it would only make people laugh and become a laughing stock if he wore it.

One side is dignity, and the other side is the future of Blackstone.

The balance is right in front of him, it just depends on how he chooses.

His muscles were trembling slightly, and he was so angry that he smiled, "Okay."

The wig, lipstick, and skirt are a complete set. After Ren Chuan put on them, he looked at himself in the mirror and didn't recognize himself. He pursed his lips and put on lipstick, which was a little sticky.

The off-the-shoulder skirt can't cover the collarbone, the waist is designed with a hollow back, and it's cool.

He still had a feather fan in his hand, and he took the fan and unfolded it to cover his face, and walked out.

Mr. Du was waiting at the door. Seeing him like this, he blew a whistle to remind him, "I need a man's tie."

Ren Chuan stared at him, "I hope you keep your word."

Mr. Du smiled, "Naturally."

Ren Chuan walked into the elevator, and the few seconds he went down was probably the longest time in his life.

Uneasy, uneasy, the tearing of dignity and reason, he never thought that one day he would take the initiative to tear off his face and let others step on it.

He now believes a word.

People can't always be on top.

A red wine tasting party is being held on the seventh floor. The invited guests are all elites and celebrities from all walks of life. They are full of clothes and shadows, elegant and decent, and they are not at the same level as the demons dancing on the eighth floor.

The men who come here are either famous or mature, how can Ren Chuan get a tie from them?

Ren Chuan took a deep breath, lifted his skirt, and stepped here.

He covered his face with a feather fan, his face was already scorching hot, he was wearing high heels, and he had to be careful with every step he took.

He is afraid of other people's eyes.

He is like a prey, trying to hide his whereabouts, and at the same time, he is targeting the men on the field to see who he can get a tie from.

At this time, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened by the waiter, and a tall figure walked in. Ren Chuan glanced over, but suddenly held his breath.

It's Jiang Huan!

Can't be discovered by him... This was the only thought left in Ren Chuan's mind. His blood pressure suddenly rose. He panicked and turned around to run away, but accidentally bumped into the chest of a rich businessman.

Ren Chuan sprained his foot and fell directly to the ground.

All the eyes of the audience were projected over.

There was severe pain in his ankles and knees, but Ren Chuan couldn't care less about it. He wished he could disappear into the cracks in the ground. He apologized to everyone in a low voice. He lifted the hem of his skirt and was about to stand up when he heard the sound of fabric tearing. The straps on the back were all broken, and the skirt lost its restraint and immediately fell down.

The most embarrassing, the most unbearable, everything was seen cleanly, Ren Chuan grabbed his skirt tightly, unable to hold back any longer, tears rolled in his eyes.

At this time, a suit fell from the sky to wrap him up, and a familiar and gentle voice sounded, Jiang Huan half hugged him, "Follow me."

Ren Chuan looked at him as if asking for help, "Brother..."