The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan was half-hugged by Jiang Huan, took him away from the venue, and bought a room for him to stay temporarily.

Ren Chuan was sitting on the bed wearing Jiang Huan's suit, with tears still hanging from his eyelashes. Jiang Huan finally had time to look him over. The lace skirt, the nude diamond-encrusted high heels, and the gorgeous Red lipstick, these things actually appeared on Ren Chuan's body.

"Bao'er..." Jiang Huan couldn't believe it, "You are..."

He was afraid that Ren Chuan was being bullied, "Who did what to you?"

Ren Chuan's chest was full of humiliation and helplessness, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails pierced into his flesh, no one could see the heavy burden on his shoulders, he was full of thoughts, and no one told them.

"It's nothing." He swallowed all the grievances, put on a smiling face and looked at Jiang Huan, calmly, "I played truth or dare with people, and if I lost, they made me wear women's clothes and go around .”

"Really?" Jiang Huan frowned, but didn't relax, "You tell brother the truth."

"This is the truth." Ren Chuan blinked at him, and he stood up and turned around, "Am I not good looking?"

The lace and diamond-encrusted skirt unfolded with his movements. The skirt seemed to be flowing with a galaxy of stars. The straps were intertwined and tied with a murderous thin waist. It was different from the style of a woman. This kind of beauty had its own name. The surname was Ren Mingchuan .

Jiang Huan lost his breath at this moment.

Ren Chuan asked him, "Does it look good?"

Jiang Huan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "It's... nice..."

But he immediately became dissatisfied, "You dress like this for so many men to see?"

"No!" Jiang Huan seemed to be suffering from illness, "I won't allow it!"

Ren Chuan followed his breath and stroked his back, "Then I won't show it to others, but I will show it to you."

Jiang Huan was satisfied, and muttered, "It's more or less the same."

Ren Chuan looked at his doggy manner, smiled, and hooked his fingers, "Come here."

Jiang Huan hurriedly leaned over, "What are you doing?"

Ren Chuan stretched out a finger and hooked his tie, "I want your tie."

Are you starting to ask for such personal items?Jiang Huan's breathing stopped for a moment, and the man followed the dog, "No."

Ren Chuan was still thinking about using Jiang Huan's tie to make up for it, "Why can't it work?"

"A kiss." Jiang Huan stared at Ren Chuan like a hungry wolf, "I want interest."

You only get one kiss after wearing a suit for a week, but you only want to earn one kiss with a tie?

Ren Chuan is not a fool.

He snorted, stretched out his tongue and licked his bright red lips, then he hooked Jiang Huan's tie and pulled him over, kissing his Adam's apple with his lips.

When the soft lips touched the most sensitive part, Jiang Huan felt a high fever flowing down the blood vessels to the lower body, and a prairie fire ignited all over his body, breaking the string of reason directly.

Ren Chuan touched the lip marks on his Adam's apple with a smirk, "I'll see if there is another girl who dares to come up to you and strike up a conversation."

"There are no girls..." Jiang Huan was hot even for breathing, he buried his head on Ren Chuan's neck, sniffing his scent, "Brother only has Bao'er..."

Ren Chuan took the tie from Jiang Huan and returned to the eighth floor in Jiang Huan's suit.

Pushing open the door, he was dumbfounded, the crazy rich second generation had all gone, and only a few unconscious drinking girls were left sleeping on the sofa.

At this moment, he realized that he was being played by someone.

Ren Chuan laughed angrily, clenched the tie in his fist tightly, and made a note of this in his heart.

The one with the surname Du is cruel to you!

He changed back into his shirt in the bathroom, and the suit jacket was stained with wine, so he just didn't want it.

Just as he was about to leave, Ren Chuan's footsteps stopped. A girl was drunk and lay unconscious on the cold ground.

Ren Chuan couldn't bear it, walked over, picked her up, placed her gently on the sofa, and asked the waiter for a thin blanket.

Just as she unfolded the blanket to cover her, the girl dimly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm not a bad person." Ren Chuan tucked in the quilt for her, "Don't worry."

After he finished all this, he got up and left. The girl raised her hand, looked at the business card she took out from Ren Chuan's pocket, and read out the two words on it with a drunken eye, "Ren Chuan."

The next few days were filled with countless wine games.

There are dozens of bottles of beer at every turn. The big bosses are drunk, and they serve it with white beer, and they can't even get a mouthful of hot rice.

Ren Chuan put down all his figure, he took off his own layer of glory, 20 years ago, he relied on his father, and in the next five years, relying on his own hard work, he got used to applause and titles , I am used to wandering between politicians and businessmen with a red wine glass.

But the reality told him that the rich are the masters.

Ren Chuan vomited after drinking, his esophagus tightened, his stomach churned with nausea, his throat was convulsed, he lay down next to the toilet, and vomited violently.

Vomit sprayed out from the nose and throat at the same time, the yellow water was mixed with bile, the stomach cramped after not eating for a long time, and the mouth was filled with strong bitterness and blood.

Ren Chuan was dizzy from vomiting, his retinas were swollen, his eyes were dizzy, his heart was pounding, and the blood in his body rushed to the top of the sky.

Collapsed in the bathroom, Ren Chuan suddenly began to miss home, not the home he grew up in, but the one Jiang Huan said was protected by his brother.

He dragged his heavy body, staggered back to the private room, and continued shopping with a few bosses, drank and vomited, vomited and drank, and so on, until three o'clock in the morning, the bosses waved and said they would consider you Proposal, and then each went back to each house.

When Ren Chuan walked out of the clubhouse, there was no one on the road, only the bleak leaves and cold wind remained.

The winter in Beijing has come so quietly.

He took a taxi home, but accidentally fell asleep in the taxi. The driver took his wallet, threw him in the corridor, and walked away.

Ren Chuan couldn't even get up to open the door. In December, the temperature at night was below zero. He was wearing only a suit and sleeping in the corridor.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Huan hadn't slept yet, and had been looking at his mobile phone. The last call with Ren Chuan was still six hours ago.

Ren Chuan said he would not come back today.

There was indeed no movement at the opposite door.

But Jiang Huan couldn't let go of his heart.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number again, the phone rang, it was the song "Wonderful World", it seemed very close, just outside the door.

Jiang Huan pushed open the door while making a phone call, but saw Ren Chuan sleeping in the corridor defenseless, scared out of his wits, "Chuan'er!"

He hugged Ren Chuan, his body was already freezing cold, Ren Chuan felt the warmth, leaned over and murmured, "I want to go home..."

Jiang Huan looked at him, "Which family?"

Ren Chuan muttered, his breath smelled of alcohol, "I'm looking for someone surnamed Jiang..."

Jiang Huan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Why are you looking for Jiang?"

Ren Chuan snorted twice, "I have something to do..."

Jiang Huan carried him into the bedroom and put him lightly on the bed, "What's the matter?"

"You don't care..." Ren Chuan was annoyed by the question, "He is my brother..."

Jiang Huan heard that it was funny, and started to strip his clothes. Just as he unbuttoned a button, he heard Ren Chuan mutter again, "He's also my boyfriend..."

Jiang Huan paused for a moment.

He looked at Ren Chuan eagerly, wanting to hear him say again, "What did you just say?"

Ren Chuan had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Huan scratched his heart, afraid that the "boyfriend" just now was just his own auditory hallucination, but Ren Chuan was already asleep, a drunkard, he couldn't ask why.

"It's up to you." Jiang Huan stripped off his clothes, put on a nightgown, stuffed a hot water bottle under the quilt, stepped onto the bed, and hugged Ren Chuan firmly from behind, "You can let me serve you like this."

This feeling was uncommonly stable and long.

In the early morning, Ren Chuan dimly opened his eyes, and in front of him were muscular shoulders. He was a little dazed, and just sitting up, he found that there was still an arm across his waist, Jiang Huan's thigh was still on his body, and the quilt was rolled up under his body , showing a little abs.

I can't recall what happened last night. He obviously took a taxi home, but why did he still sleep at Jiang Huan's house?

Ren Chuan rubbed his forehead. He felt the most uncomfortable after a hangover. He was just about to go down to find water to drink when he found a glass of honey water by the bedside.

He picked it up and drank it. He didn't know if it was because of the honey, but his heart also tasted sweet and honey.

Jiang Huan yawned, opened his eyes, and said to him, "Morning."

Ren Chuan asked him, "Why did I come to your house last night?"

Jiang Huan got scared when he mentioned it, "As soon as I opened the door, you fell down in the corridor, scaring me to death."

Ren Chuan was drunk and couldn't remember clearly, but after thinking about it, he knew that if Jiang Huan hadn't been there, he would have been sleeping in the corridor this winter, and if someone found him in the morning, his body would have been cold.

"Why do you drink so much?" Jiang Huan walked to the cooking counter, ready to make breakfast, "What happened?"

Ren Chuan didn't want to talk about his predicament in front of Jiang Huan, so he vaguely said, "It's the end of the year, and there are a lot of drinking parties."

"Bring your assistant." Jiang Huan worried about him, "someone has to accompany you."

Ren Chuan didn't want to pull Meng Chun, "I don't want to occupy his private time, he has a boyfriend."

The word "boyfriend" reminded Jiang Huan of last night, when Ren Chuan called out, his whole back suddenly went numb.

Putting the oat milk on the table, Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan and shouted, "Hey——"

Ren Chuan picked up the milk and drank it, his cheeks puffed up, "Huh?"

"Come and live at my house." Jiang Huan said seriously, "Brother will take care of you."

It was a bit too sudden, Ren Chuan almost choked on the milk, "Ahem...why?"

Jiang Huan came over and pulled him into his arms, "You see, you've been living with me these days, and there's no difference between the two houses. Living in your house is the same as living in mine."

He is like a poor paparazzi, "Also, I want to take care of you..."

Ren Chuan didn't want to live in that house for a long time. He planned to mortgage the house to the bank for a loan and rent another one, but Jiang Huan proposed to live together.

Cohabitation is no small matter.

Ren Chuan had to make it clear to him, "I don't have a fixed schedule, I don't go home when I'm busy, and I often leave early and return late. I can't make a sound when I sleep, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Jiang Huan listened carefully. In his eyes, Ren Chuan's words were like consent in disguise.

Ren Chuan made a lot of demands in a long way, and he just waited for Jiang Huan to say no.

But Jiang Huan looked at him very tenderly, "What else?"

Ren Chuan was speechless, "Not for now."

Jiang Huan squeezed his palm, "I see."

"Really move?" Ren Chuan finally asked his opinion, "You won't regret driving me away, will you?"

"No." Jiang Huan reassured him, "If I want to go, I will go."

Just doing what he said, Jiang Huan started to help Ren Chuan move, first the clothes in the wardrobe and cloakroom, then the jewelry, perfume and skin care products, and the teddy bear on the sofa, all packed and moved to the opposite door.

In Jiang Huan's cloakroom, there were more clothes from Ren Chuan, shoes in sizes 43 and 42 on the shoe rack, a computer and a waist massager in the study room, and even Ren Chuan's birds in the birdcage.

After packing everything up, Jiang Huan hung a sign on the doorknob, which read, "Jiang & Ren".

This is their home now.