The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen and kicked open the door of the master bedroom.

Jiang Huan didn't know anything about it, he was still sleeping soundly hugging the quilt, his thighs were exposed, his buttocks were pouted, he was like a fucking pig.

Ren Chuan directly kicked his ass, kicking him off the bed.

Jiang Huan fell to the ground with a bang, and he was stunned. He was quite angry when he got up, and just about to growl, he saw Ren Chuan standing at the head of his bed with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Jiang Huan suddenly felt his neck a little cold: "..."

Can anyone explain to him why?

Why is this world a bit magical?

Ren Chuan roared angrily, "You fucking mean it!"

Jiang Huan was puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

Ren Chuan reminded him loudly, "Alarm clock!"

Jiang Huan understood, Ren Chuan was talking about the voice ringtone he recorded for the alarm clock, and he was a little proud, "I didn't mean it, I was—"

Shyness floated on his face, "—on purpose."

Ren Chuan: "..."

Holding a kitchen knife, he rushed up, "You don't want to die today!"

Jiang Huan was so scared that he went crazy, so he ran up and down the house wearing a pair of underwear, "Ah!"

"What are you doing—!"

"do not come--!"

"Help me—!"

"Murdered my husband—!"

Half an hour later, Jiang Huan knelt on the electronic scale with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Ren Chuan stood by with a kitchen knife in his hand and kicked him, "Kneel down!"

Jiang Huan had severe pain in his buttocks, so he had to adjust his posture and knelt obediently.

"Thirty catties, one catty can't be more, one catty can't be less." Ren Chuan weighed the kitchen knife in his hand, "Kneel while watching."

Jiang Huan felt aggrieved, "How did I offend you..."

Ren Chuan roared, "Everywhere is offended!"

He still has to go to work, and he doesn't have the time to waste time with Jiang Huan at this critical time, "I'm going to work, if you don't kneel down to thirty catties, don't even think about it!"

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Jiang Huan refused to accept it, and deliberately said at the top of his voice: "Man, man, who is afraid of you——!"

His face was three points cold, three points sneering, four points careless, and then...

He continued to kneel obediently.

Speak the cruelest words and be the most cowardly man.

President Jiang is worthy of being President Jiang.

Cattle!

Originally, he made an appointment with the vice president of an investment bank for tea in the morning, but the other party had something to do, so he pushed back. Ren Chuandu went to the bottom of the teahouse to receive the news, but he had no choice but to turn around and drive to the company.

As soon as he entered the gate, he brushed past two men in suits. They had never seen each other before. Ren Chuan paid more attention and saw that Wanfeng Investment Bank was written on their badges.

What do investment bankers do in the company?

Ren Chuan frowned. He walked quickly to the front desk and asked the lady at the front desk, "Show me the visitor records."

The lady at the front desk immediately called up the visitor records, and Ren Chuan saw that the two people came in and went straight to the vice president's office.

Song Qiwen found it?

Ren Chuan's throat tightened instantly and he couldn't breathe at all.

Song Qiwen wants to sell the company?!

He walked into the elevator, and his brain was thinking crazily during the tens of seconds that the elevator was slowly ascending.

He and Song Qiwen each hold 30.00% of the company's shares, and the remaining 40.00% are in the hands of other shareholders.

When the rectification was suspended, Ren Chuan encountered doubts and pressure from shareholders. Now that the capital chain is broken, many shareholders want to sell their shares and cash out.

If Song Qiwen took over more than 20.00% of the shares at this time, he would have the absolute right to speak.

How to do?

Ren Chuan's heart was beating wildly, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

How can we stop Song Qiwen?

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Ren Chuan walked towards his office. The door of the vice president's office opened, and Song Qiwen was taken aback when he saw the document in his hand, "Are you here?"

"Yeah." Ren Chuan murmured vaguely, on the surface he looked calm, but in fact he wished Song Qiwen could pick him up and force him to ask why he wanted to sell the company.

Black Stone is their painstaking effort!

"I'm going to a meeting." Song Qiwen passed him by, and Ren Chuan stopped him before he walked two meters away, "Qiwen."

Song Qiwen turned to look at him, "Huh?"

Ren Chuan asked as usual, "Is the company okay?"

Song Qiwen replied: "Very good."

Ren Chuan patted him on the shoulder, "I'm not often in the company these days, thanks to you."

"It's nothing." Song Qiwen brushed off his hand, "I should do it."

They looked at each other with fake smiles on their faces.

From the moment they turned around, all the smiles disappeared completely, as if they were the most strange people to each other.

Ever since Song Qiwen brushed off his hand, Ren Chuan knew that there would be no eternal brothers in this world.

There is only betrayal forever.

Jiang Huan came back a bit late today, and discussed the details of the press conference. The main creative team was very excited, because this is the first appearance of YGGDRASIL in China, and it must be guaranteed to surprise everyone.

He opened the door, but was stunned, Ren Chuan was already at home.

In the past two weeks, Ren Chuan left early and returned late, and often came back in the middle of the night, still smelling heavily of alcohol.

It's rare to come back so early.

Jiang Huan pulled off his tie and unbuttoned two buttons, "I'm going to cook, eat something..."

His words stopped, because he saw that Ren Chuan was wearing a pair of ballet shoes on his feet, black satin, reflecting soft pearls, lining the slender ankles, and those legs were even more beautiful.

Ren Chuan put a record on the phonograph, looked at Jiang Huan and said, "This song is called Raymonda."

He stood on the spot and stretched his toes, first a PASDEBOURREE rotation, followed by an ATTITUDE jump, and then started a big FOUETTE jump, with one leg kicking the ground all the time.

Then ECHAPPE starts to rotate, CHAINE moves forward, and then a big jump.

The legs wrapped under the suit pants are gracefully rotated, and the dance music adds a classical temperament to people. Ren Chuan is addicted to the music, sweating profusely, and his neck is gracefully raised, like a swan spreading its wings.

Jiang Huan looked at the dancing Ren Chuan. To be honest, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect him to have such deep artistic accomplishment.

Jiang Huan doesn't like art. His understanding of ballet is limited to four little swan jumps. He didn't expect ballet to be so masculine, open and close like this, as if it has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers.

Ren Chuan was like a thug in a suit who had just killed a man with half his body covered in blood. He danced with a gun in his hand in the rainstorm. He was full of murderous intentions, but he only focused on dancing at this moment.

When the dance music reached the last moment, Ren Chuan appeared on one knee, ending the dance.

Jiang Huan was almost speechless after watching the whole process.

Give birth to a son and send him to learn ballet, he's so fucking handsome.

Ren Chuan knelt on the ground, his chest heaved slightly, sweat slid down the hair on his forehead, and his eyes at this moment were extremely sexy.

From the dance he danced, Jiang Huan could tell that Ren Chuan was venting and poured all his energy into this dance. It couldn't be called dancing, but it should be said that he was torturing himself. Every big dance, every time The rotation reveals a kind of decadent aesthetic feeling of self-abandonment, and the blood and tears in the heart are swayed along with the sweat.

If there is a video recorder here, instead of just him as an audience, such a dance should win a gold medal in an international competition.

Jiang Huan watched Ren Chuan knelt on the ground dripping with sweat, his body curled up together, as if he was suppressing great pain.

Ren Chuan is like a rose blooming in a place of obscenity, absorbing the nourishment of flesh and blood, exuding a sickly redness and tenderness, but it has prickly thorns all over its body.

Jiang Huan stared at his trembling nape, and suddenly remembered a sentence: "My flower life is short, she only has four thorns to protect herself and resist the world, but I left her alone on my planet! "

He walked up, wrapped his arms around Ren Chuan's body, and called out loudly, "Chuan'er, Chuan'er..."

Ren Chuan's nails left five deep blood marks on his neck. As if he could not feel the pain, he suppressed all his voices between his teeth, and people could only see his convulsed face. But he couldn't imagine that there was an abyss of pain hidden under this flesh and blood body.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Huan held him in his arms, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ren Chuan clenched his teeth tightly, tears rolled in his eyes, but he didn't let himself cry, it was too difficult, really too difficult...

When he was about to leave the company today, an old backbone of the company came to ask him, his tone was full of timidity, "Boss, Black Stone won't... just break up like this?"

Ren Chuan didn't know what to answer him at the time.

If it was another president, he would definitely say, "No."

But Ren Chuan didn't have the confidence.

In the past two weeks, he didn't know how many drinks he drank, how many smiles he lost, and he vomited and vomited, but where is the money and where is the future of Black Stone?

The phrase "It's gone" was stuck between his lips and teeth, like a fish bone, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

At least for a certain moment, he really wanted to just leave.

"Don't think about it." Jiang Huan leaned close to his ear and gently lifted him up, "Let's go, brother will take you to relax."

Ren Chuan thought that Jiang Huan would take him to some feasting place, but it turned out to be the swimming pool on the top floor of the apartment.

It's also good to take a swim. If you get some water in your mind, you won't be thinking about it.

The two walked into the locker room separately, and Jiang Huan came out first, with his tight-fitting swimming trunks outlining his perfect figure.

He soaked in the swimming pool and waited for the lights, and even swam two laps to warm up, but Ren Chuan still couldn't come out.

Jiang Huanzheng was thinking wildly, and even imagined that some thugs rushed into the locker room and snatched Ren Chuan's swimming trunks.

A figure finally appeared at the door of the locker room.

Ren Chuan came out, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, and took a shower. His collarbone was wet, glowing with radiance, and his legs were muscular, straight and smooth, and they were astonishingly good-looking.

Jiang Huan moved his gaze down and suddenly stopped.

Ren Chuan also wore a... small yellow duck swimming ring around his waist.

Ren Chuan was dissatisfied with his gaze, "What are you looking at!"

He yelled, "I'm a good swimmer!"

What are you laughing laughing!Mr. Ren is the next generation of Phelps!Kindergarten big class competition level!