The president is dying every day

Mr. Ren had just had an operation that hurt his vitality, and he was not a young man, so he had already stopped cooking when he arrived at the entrance of the hospital.

His forehead was full of sweat, and he felt a little jittery when the cold wind blew, "Ah, a little..."

Before he could say the word "cold", Jiang Huan put his hat on for him in the next second, and put a big scarf on him.

The two of them held hands together and walked towards the parking lot together. As they walked, they saw a young couple in front of them, also holding hands, but they were more advanced, wearing those kind of couple gloves, holding hands in winter is not afraid of the cold .

Ren Chuan patted Jiang Huan, "Hey, that's good!"

Jiang Huan gave a "hmm", and then walked up to greet the two young couples, and asked which company bought the couple's gloves.

Knowing that it was a Taobao store, Jiang Huan frowned. He didn't even have a good impression of Taobao stores. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to weave one by himself.

Think of me as Mr. Jiang, who can go up to the hall, go down to the kitchen, tame the president, and beat up gangsters. Will I knit gloves soon? What’s the point of knitting hundreds of them every minute for you to see!

Mr. Jiang started to wrestle with balls of wool. Probably every handicraftsman, when he first bought materials, would have some kind of blind self-confidence that what he made was a boutique that would be sold on the Internet every minute. Mr. Jiang was not immune , All kinds of colors, all kinds of materials, including all kinds of knitting needles, he bought them all, which made the house look like a woolen fair.

But as soon as I started, I found that the situation seemed a bit wrong.

How did this thread go around?Where did this thread come from? How should I knit the next stitch? Why is my knitting different from the tutorial?

Mr. Jiang attributed all the reasons to the wrong material. If this kind of wool ball is not good, he will replace it with another one. Anyway, he has a big forest, and he can always try to find out which one is the crooked neck tree he wants.

After several days of tossing and going back to the old house for the New Year, I haven't seen Mr. Jiang's finished product.

Jiang Huan refused to admit defeat, so he specially packed a suitcase of wool and needles, preparing to continue his glove-knitting business during the Chinese New Year!

Before returning to the old house, Ren Dongsheng made a special phone call, "Come back with a good car."

As Jiang Huan's new son-in-law, the father-in-law must get a place in everything he says. He cleaned his Bugatti Veyron and replaced it with a new interior, even the trunk is made of genuine leather.

Ren Chuan didn't expect him to make such a big show, "Eh...you will regret it."

"What's the matter!" Jiang Huan groaned, "I'm 100% sure to do what your father ordered!"

Ren Chuan couldn't say anything, "All right."

Ren Chuan was driving, Jiang Huan was in the co-pilot, Bao Bao was lying on the back seat, the two of them and a dog just returned to the old house.

Sister Shanshan heard that Ren Chuan raised a dog, so she specially found someone to build a dog house in the garden, just like in a Japanese cartoon, but she didn't know that it was already the twelfth lunar month, baby, this old dog couldn't enjoy such a 360 at all There are no dead ends to ventilate the mansion, all the painstaking efforts were in vain.

Three days before New Year's Eve, the old house has been decorated up and down. The chef at home is preparing the menu for the Spring Festival, and asked Ren Chuan specifically what dishes Mr. Jiang likes to eat.

"Whatever." Ren Chuan let the chef do whatever he wanted, "He's easy to feed."

How to feed the pigs, Jiang Huan will feed them.

Jiang Huan glanced at the slippers on his feet, which were exactly size 43, and then at Ren Chuan who was talking to the chef. A feeling that he had never experienced before filled his heart. A light waiting for him.

Probably the reverie about home that he lacked in his childhood.

Ren Dongsheng was originally staying in the reception room, thinking about meeting the new son-in-law for a while, prepared cigars and red wine, and made a gesture of meeting the country's leaders.

It had been more than half an hour since the clinker had entered the house, and Jiang Huan's footsteps did not go into the reception room at all.

He is being dragged by Sister Shanshan to learn the usage rules of the bedroom and visit the bathroom, cloakroom and balcony.

Ren Dongsheng couldn't hold back his face anymore.

Ren Chuan walked into the reception room and saw that the coffee table was full of red wine and cigars, and said, "Dad, why are you doing this!"

"What am I doing?" Ren Dongsheng raised his voice, "Why don't I try him!"

"What can you try out?" Ren Chuan muttered, "Can your experience be the same as mine!"

What kind of stupid words are these, Ren Dongsheng patted the coffee table, "Which side are you facing!"

This sentence seems to be that the two countries are at war, and Ren Chuan is the tiny piece of land caught in the middle, and there is a danger of destroying the country and massacring the city on either side.

"Which side do I lean on..." Ren Chuan picked up a cigar from the table, cut it, lit it, and hesitated, "I'll see who treats me well."

"What do you smoke!" Ren Dongsheng snatched the cigar from his hand, "Drink more milk! That thing is calcium supplement!"

"Don't you think it's a bit late to say this now? What's the use of me making up more? Can it grow to [-] meters!" Ren Chuan smiled and stretched out his hand to Ren Dongsheng's cigarette on the coffee table box.

"Don't move!" Ren Dongsheng pressed it quickly, "If you dare to smoke, I will..."

Ren Chuan is no longer in pain or itching, what kind of threat can Ren Dongsheng say? Now he does not rely on Ren Dongsheng for living expenses, nor does he live in his house. If he wants to sue, he has nowhere to sue.

Ren Dongsheng also felt this, the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat for a long time, his face was about to turn red, and he said, "...I'll tell your husband!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

He thought that the two countries were still at war, but he didn't expect that they were compatible and became one country!

The trend is over!

God will kill me!

Ren Chuan has a heart that wants to watch the excitement, and wants to learn how the two countries established diplomatic relations.

I saw Ren Dongsheng walking around the house with his stomach full of generals, like inspecting the site, taking down some collections to have a look at from time to time, and watering the waterlogged flowers from time to time.

It's the same as brushing the sense of presence.

Jiang Huan came down from the second floor, came to him, and called out, "Uncle."

Ren Dongsheng suppressed his mental activities and ignored him.

Jiang Huan thought it was the wrong address, so he changed his words, "Ren Dong."

He took the kettle from Ren Dongsheng's hand, "I'll help you water it."

First "Ren Dong" and then "you", they completely treat him as a stranger, as if he is not the producer after abducting his son!

Ren Dongsheng's internal organs suffered heavy blows, and he had already thought of his dying time in his later years. It is impossible to say that Ren Chuan would be stopped by Jiang Huan if he wanted to take a look at him.

Ren Dongsheng didn't give Jiang Huan a good face immediately, and left with his hands shaken.

Jiang Huan didn't know what was wrong with taking the initiative to work, and looked at Ren Dongsheng's leaving back in a daze.

There is nothing wrong with rushing to work, but it is a means of establishing friendship during elementary school, and children who rush to work usually get the love and praise of their parents.

Mr. Jiang is already 31, and he hasn't come up with any new tricks yet.

After Jiang Huan realized it for a while, he took out a gift for Ren Dongsheng and sent it to the study.

Ren Dongsheng was wearing reading glasses to read the newspaper. When he saw Jiang Huan coming, he immediately took off the reading glasses, refusing to show any signs of aging, as if he wanted to have a forbidden year-end relationship with his son.

"Director Ren, I have picked some gifts for you." Jiang Huan presented carefully prepared dried red wine and cigars, "I heard from Chuaner that you like these, the wine is from France, and the cigars are from Cuba."

Ren Dongsheng felt uncomfortable. He used to call "Chuan'er" from a young age, but now being called out by other men, why is it so unpleasant.

He nodded condescendingly, cherishing words like gold, "Yes."

Jiang Huan was blocked by this "um", and didn't know what to say.

"Then you..." He withdrew, and even said a little inappropriately, "Take a good rest."

Ren Chuan went for a walk with the dog, and sister Shanshan went to do housework. Jiang Huan and his colleagues didn't know what they could do, so they sat on the sofa and started knitting gloves.

He racked his brains to fight with the wool, and the ball of wool rolled away from his feet unknowingly, and stopped at Ren Dongsheng's feet.

Ren Dongsheng had been watching him knitting gloves for a long time, and he didn't know what he was knitting. He just saw that he was struggling, and he even wondered if this child had a cerebellar atrophy?

He didn't even notice, in his heart, he already regarded Jiang Huan as another child.

Jiang Huan was concentrating on knitting gloves, and it took a long time to notice that there was another living creature in the space. He raised his head and saw that it was Ren Dongsheng. , "Uncle...not Ren Dong."

Ren Dongsheng walked up with his hands behind his back, "What are you weaving?"

Jiang Huan was embarrassed to let Ren Dongsheng see his masterpiece, and held the semi-finished product in his palm and hid it behind his back, "No... nothing..."

Ren Dongsheng made a guess himself, "Gloves?"

"Ah..." Jiang Huan nodded in embarrassment, "Yes..."

He explained dryly, "Last time at the hospital gate... I saw a young couple wearing those couple gloves... I thought it was pretty good, holding hands in winter won't freeze... So..."

Ren Dongsheng sat down on the sofa, and took away the needle and wool from his hands, "Then your knitting is a bit wrong..."

Jiang Huan leaned over and looked at Ren Dongsheng weaving gloves. He didn't expect that Ren Dongsheng, who was already a successful person, had the skill of weaving gloves.

Ren Dongsheng and Jiang Huan, one as a teacher and the other as a student, sat on the sofa and started teaching on the spot around the ball of wool.

Sister Shanshan passed by, saw this scene, took a photo and sent it to Ren Chuan, with the accompanying text, "Look at these two."

Ren Chuan, who was walking the dog, smiled knowingly, and he was so warm that he clicked "Like".

The couple's gloves gradually took shape in Ren Dongsheng's hands, and they were many times better than Jiang Huanzhi's, dense and warm.

Jiang Huan felt embarrassed, "Uncle, how could you do this?"

Ren Dongsheng glanced at him, not angry, "Call me Dad!"

He stuffed the gloves into Jiang Huan's arms, and walked away with his hands behind his back, "Why are they so popular these days, I have been knitting couple gloves 30 years ago!"

He was still a little proud, "You are all leftovers from my play!"