The president is dying every day

Although they live together, Jiang Huan regrets that Ren Chuan refuses to share the same bed with him.

"I sleep in the guest room." Ren Chuan spread out his bedding, "I don't want to squeeze with you."

Jiang Huan made up a reason, "Then what...it's cold in winter, and it's easy to get cold. How nice it is for me to hug you."

Ren Chuan remembered the things that were against him that night, and gave him a warning look, "Cohabitation is cohabitation, but don't think about messing around."

Jiang Huan was really wronged, "You will never find a dog that is better than me!"

Ren Chuan ignored him. Whose CEO is so dog-like, it would be embarrassing to say it.

Jiang Huan said he wanted to take care of Ren Chuan, so he really took care of Ren Chuan. He would cook every morning, make lunch for him and put it in a lunch bag for him to take to the company to eat, especially a good wife and mother.

It's culinary skills, especially not flattering.

For several days in a row, Jiang Huan was finally dissatisfied with how the lunch box was taken out and brought back, "Ren Chuan!"

Ren Chuan, who was dealing with official duties, looked up at him, "What are you doing?"

"Do you have a problem with me?" Jiang Huan was a little aggrieved, "Why don't you eat the food I cook?"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Because I want to live.

"I woke up at 05:30 in the morning, and it was still dark!" Jiang Huan said, "It takes two hours to wash and chop vegetables, wash rice and put them in the pot. I want you to eat better."

Ren Chuan: "..."

It will take two hours for the next poison.

"That's how you treat me!" Jiang Huan threw the lunch box in his hand, "Take it out and bring it back every day!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Then I throw it away next time.

"Ren Chuan!" Jiang Huan raised his voice, "Did you listen to me?"

"I was wrong!" Ren Chuan responded quickly, "I haven't had a good appetite for the past two days, I will definitely eat next time!"

"It's more or less the same." Satisfied, Jiang Huan turned his head and continued to toss in the kitchen, and gave Ren Chuan a preview, "Tomorrow we will eat sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Let go of the ribs, let me go too.

Jiang Huan's bento is like the hard-boiled egg that your mother stuffed you in the morning. You know what it tastes like and you can't swallow it, but you have to eat it.

At noon the next day, Ren Chuan opened the lunch box in his office as if he was dead.

The smell of ten-meter kill made Meng Chun, who walked into the office, vomit, pinched his nose and dared not breathe, "Boss, are you going to poison the whole company?"

"What are you talking about?" Ren Chuan gave him a reproachful look, "This is a box of love!"

He hypnotized himself, "It's delicious!"

Meng Chun: "..."

He has gained a lot of knowledge, "It seems that in the eyes of a lover, there is not only Xi Shi, but also New Oriental."

Ren Chuan did not allow anyone other than himself to say that Jiang Huan was not good at all, "I'll show you!"

As he said that, he picked up the biggest piece of ribs and stuffed it into his mouth. Before he could chew it, his face turned pale and he fell straight over.

He underestimated Jiang Huan.

Others have to spend money to cook, but Jiang Huan cooks with your life.

The last time I ate a sandwich, I almost got into a car accident, and this time I almost went to the hospital because of food poisoning.

Ren Chuan felt that his life was the most important thing, so he secretly dumped out the lunch box every day, and then went back with the empty box.

Let Jiang Huan mistakenly think that he is a good cook.

Occasionally, it's fun to tell a lie.

Ren Chuan has a full schedule every day, basically there is a drinking party. Drinking too much alcohol not only hurts the liver, but also makes him easy to gain weight. He just squeezes out an hour to exercise. Fortunately, Jiang Huan has a gym at home.

The sound of the exercise monitor stimulated people's heart and lungs. Ren Chuan only felt his blood pressure rising. He slammed the barbell in his hand and walked out roaring, "Jiang Huan!"

Jiang Huan, who was so fancied, was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

He looked Ren Chuan up and down, and protected the noodle bowl in his hand, "You want to grab my snail noodle?"

"I'm exercising there! You're a fan here!" Ren Chuan roared, "Can you eat something tasteless!"

Jiang Huan felt a little wronged, "But I just want to eat snail noodles."

Ren Chuan didn't eat for a whole day, and was exercising with hunger, his mother Jiang Huan was on the sidelines, "Go eat fart!"

Jiang Huan is so damn wronged, is it wrong to eat snail noodles?

The next day, when Ren Chuan came home from get off work, as soon as he opened the door, Jiang Huan greeted him with a gift box in his hand.

He glanced at the gift box, then at Jiang Huan, "What is this?"

Jiang Huan was very sincere, "I made you angry yesterday, this is an apology gift."

Only then did Ren Chuan's anger subside. It was alright. Knowing that he was preparing a gift, he took the gift box and unwrapped the ribbon. In such a big box, there was a... phone case inside?!

Ren Chuan took out the phone case, and a row of question marks popped out of his head?

Do you have a lot of question marks, kid?

Jiang Huan introduced, "This is a mobile phone case with snail noodles, and there is also a smell of snail noodles. In the future, whenever you want to eat snail noodles, you can take it out and smell it..."

Ren Chuan threw the phone case directly on his face, "Get the fuck out of me—!"

Then he walked into the bedroom and slammed the door loudly.

Jiang Huan was murdered out of nowhere, he was really wronged, he made this snail powder mobile phone case himself!

It must be the wrong posture of giving gifts!

When he went to work the next day, Jiang Huan was still thinking about it, when the R&D staff of the technology department sent him a sample, "President, this is a newly developed smart product, let me show you first."

It was an alarm clock, boxy, with a digital screen, and it looked nothing special.

Jiang Huan fiddled with it himself, but didn't see any tricks.

The developer introduced to him, "This alarm clock can record sounds and simulate human voices, so that when your lover wakes up, you will hear your most moving voice."

The light bulb on the top of Jiang Huan's head lit up after rubbing it, this is good!

"I'll take it back and try it out first." Jiang Huan took the alarm clock as his own, "If it's good, we'll put it into production."

The developer has something to say, "That..."

Jiang Huansheng was afraid that he would take his things back again, so he interrupted quickly, "I have to work, you can go!"

The developer also wants to say, "Be careful not to touch..."

Jiang Huan picked up the phone, "Hello? Is there a meeting now? All right, all right, I'll be right there!"

He pushed the developer out of the office, "Okay, I'm going to a meeting, and I'll tell you how I feel about it, bye!"

Only when the door is closed, the R&D personnel have the opportunity to say what they didn't say, "Be careful not to touch the red button on the back..."

Jiang Huan fiddled with the alarm clock and saw a red button on the back. He pressed it, but there was no response, and he didn't know what it was for.

I have a gift, how should I give it?and.Hee.彖.right.

Ren Chuan asked Zhong Nian for advice, "How do you give your boyfriend presents?"

Zhong Nian replied, "Send it directly."

Jiang Huan became picky, "No! It must be deep! Let him remember that this gift is from me for the rest of his life!"

Zhong Nian thought for a while, and answered him, "Then you can destroy one of his things first, and then give a better one, creating a psychological gap, so that he will always remember that this gift is from you .”

Jiang Huan nodded, learned.

When he returned, he buckled Ren Chuan's alarm clock in a shoebox and put it on the coffee table.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ren Chuan rushed back from the wine bureau, reeking of alcohol and a little drunk.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Huan sitting on the sofa with a shoebox upside down on the coffee table in front of him.

He frowned. "What is this?"

Jiang Huan's face was serious, "This is the cockroach I caught."

Ren Chuan: "..."

"Kill it!" He was about to go crazy, "What are you doing with the cockroach!"

"I dare not!" Jiang Huan huddled on the sofa, "Waiting for you to come back and fight!"

Ren Chuan was convinced, he turned his head and went to the utility room to take out a hammer, "I said one, two, three, you just open it."

Jiang Huan nodded, "Okay."

Ren Chuan counted down, "One, two, three—"

The shoe box was opened, and Ren Chuan swung a hammer to smash it. At this time, there was only a sound of breaking, and his alarm clock was torn apart, and the spring jumped out.

Ren Chuan: "..."

Where are the cockroaches?

He picked up the hammer and was about to fight Jiang Huan desperately, "You tell me it's a cockroach!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Huan ran away frantically, "I, I, I...give me a chance to argue!"

"No chance!" Ren Chuan turned into a tyrannosaurus rex and chased Jiang Huan with a hammer. "This alarm clock is signed by Zuckerberg! You fucking ruined me! What are you going to pay for! Take your life!" !"

Jiang Huan fled to the cloakroom, took out the prepared surprise gift box, and covered his face, "Stop!"

The hammer suddenly stopped in mid-air, only three centimeters away from his head, and blood was almost splashed on the spot.

Jiang Huan sent out the gift in fear, "It's for you."

Ren Chuan was worried that there was another moth in it, "What is it?"

"I asked the R&D department to develop an alarm clock for you." Jiang Huan put on a face, stuck out his tongue like a dog, to please Ren Chuan, "Don't let Zuckerberg wake you up again, this alarm clock contains If you lose my voice, I will wake you up every day from now on."

Ren Chuan glanced at him, "You have Zuckerberg?"

Jiang Huan was unconvinced, "Zuckerberg is not as handsome as me!"

Ren Chuan snorted coldly, barely accepting the alarm clock, "Forget it, I will spare your dog's life today."

Jiang Huan let out a sigh of relief and escaped unharmed.

Ren Chuan casually placed the alarm clock by the bed, and then set the alarm clock for 06:30 in the morning. He was still looking forward to what it would be like for Jiang Huan to wake him up.

At 06:30 in the morning, everything is quiet.

Ren Chuan was still asleep, the alarm clock on the table lit up, measured the distance accurately, and then stretched out a mechanical hand from behind.

Jiang Huan's gentle voice sounded, "Bao'er, wake up."

In the next second, a slap was slapped on Ren Chuan's face.

Ren Chuan woke up suddenly, "!!!"

Jiang Huan's voice was still calling softly, "Bao'er, wake up."

Another slap came, and there was an earth-shattering crisp sound.

Ren Chuan's mother was stunned, and after receiving more than a dozen slaps, she remembered to turn off the alarm clock, and the mechanical hand behind the alarm clock retracted it with a squeak.

Ren Chuan looked at the alarm clock, feeling troubled like never before.

Jiang Huan...does he want to die that much?

The author has something to say

Mr. Jiang himself did all the domestic violence.

How many days have you lived together?