The president is dying every day

"Buy fried chicken wings..." Zhong Nian didn't know what expression he should have. After finally living together with Meng Chun and abducting him into bed, his mother Meng Chun actually wanted to buy fried chicken wings, and there was only one!

Zhong Nian quit completely, "No! Don't go!"

Meng Chun was in a dilemma, his lower body was still stiff, and finally put Zhong Nianmo on the bed, everything was ready, Ren Chuan called at the critical moment.

Zhong Nian stretched out his hand to grab Meng Chun's finger, shaking it pitifully, "Husband..."

"Wait for me, soon." Meng Chun kissed Zhong Nian on the forehead, "My husband will be right back."

He got out of bed and looked around for his underwear, but he couldn't see them. "Hey? Baby, where are my underwear?"

"Let's go naked." Zhong Nian raised his chin proudly, and raised the underwear in his hand, "There is a price for getting out of Lao Tzu's bed."

Meng Chun: "..."

Meng Chun didn't even know how he drove out, endured strange looks from all around him in the restaurant, and sold his face, only bought a fried chicken wing, but spared seven or eight packets of sauce.

He gritted his teeth bitterly, he was so fucking mean to Ren Chuan, if he didn't have a month's vacation this year, he wouldn't do anything!

Meng Chun had a dark face, carrying a takeaway box. Just as the security guard was about to come up to ask, he was put off by his cannibalistic expression. He walked to the oncology department familiarly, knocked on the door of the ward, and Ren Chuan poked his head out. "Hey, it's finally here..."

His eyes fell on Meng Chun's lower body, "You...why don't you wear underwear?"

Meng Chun: "..."

You have the nerve to ask.

Meng Chun turned to leave, but Ren Chuan called him back, "Hey..."

He still has a little conscience, "I'll give you three days off."

"Thank you, boss." Meng Chun's anger dissipated by two points, "After following you for so many years, you finally became a human again."

Ren Chuan still wanted to persuade him, "Hey, your boyfriend..."

"Boss, this is my private matter." Meng Chun nodded slightly to him, his face tensed, like a fierce beast defending his territory, "What kind of person he is does not depend on other people's evaluation."

"All right, all right." Ren Chuan had nothing to do with him. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something in a trance, "You like scum so much, maybe it's because you can't ask me for it!"

Meng Chun: "..."

He took a step back and drew a clear line with Ren Chuan, "You are really worrying too much."

Ren Chuan looked like he wanted to say a few more words, but Meng Chun didn't have the time to listen to his nonsense, and hurried back to his wife and children to heat up the kang, "I'll take a step first, and you can go to the trouble yourself."

Ren Chuan chased after him and shouted, "I am not a troublesome woman!"

"Who are you talking to?" Jiang Huan walked to the door, wanting to see who was outside, how could Ren Chuan let him see that it was Meng Chun, and hurriedly pushed him back, "No one, My former colleague specially delivered fried chicken, and I asked him to deliver one to us."

"I heard it." Jiang Huan was not deaf, "What kind of beauty is troublesome."

Ren Chuan was in a hurry, stumbling over his tongue, "Ah, this..."

"This is a line of poetry." Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan solemnly, "It is the spring water of the Seine River that wanders, and you are my beauty."

Jiang Huan laughed, "Is there anyone who talks to brother like that?"

Ren Chuan couldn't bear Jiang Huan's voice when he laughed lowly, his spine was numb, as if he had been electrocuted, "Eat...eat chicken wings."

"You eat first." Jiang Huan let him, "I'll eat after I'm done."

It's just a chicken wing, is it necessary to give it back and forth like this? Ren Chuan took the chicken wing and brought it to Jiang Huan's mouth, insisting that he take the first bite, "Take a bite first."

Jiang Huan bit off a little bit of the skin, and then pushed the chicken wings to Ren Chuan, "Okay, bro, I'm done eating, you can eat."

Even if there is filet and foie gras in front of him, he will not be satisfied at this moment. Ren Chuan couldn't help but think of the past when he and his ex went to various high-end restaurants, and they were far less at ease than they are now. He cautiously He took a bite of the chicken wings and handed them to Jiang Huan, "You eat."

The two of them just took one bite, and I ate the poor chicken wings one bite at a time, like two beggars who spent all their money in exchange for such a bite of meat, and they cherished each other very much.

This kind of feeling has never been felt before, flat, peaceful, but down-to-earth, this kind of happiness is like the kind of satiety that comes from smelling the simmering broth, with a strong smoke, it will appear In the homes of ordinary people, Ke Renchuan, a president, has never experienced it.

Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan anxiously, leaned over, and asked, "Is...is the surgery risky?"

What Jiang Huan is actually going to do is radiofrequency ablation of the heart. For heart surgery, it is like cutting the appendix. He shook his head, "It's not big."

Ren Chuan automatically filtered out the water in this sentence. For advanced liver cancer, surgical treatment is nothing more than liver transplantation or tumor resection. If there is a bad one, he will not be able to leave the operating room. "You..."

He grabbed Jiang Huan's arm, "What else do you wish for?"

After finishing the fried chicken, what should we eat again... Jiang Huan lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Will we be discovered if we cook snail noodles in the ward?"

Ren Chuan didn't expect that he would play such a thrilling and exciting game, "You..."

"...you are so courageous."

Cui Minghao had a box of snail noodles in his office. Ren Chuan had already spotted them. He called Cui Minghao away, and then took the opportunity to sneak in and buy two packs of snail noodles.

Cui Minghao was fooled by Ren Chuan's inexplicable phone call. He walked more than ten meters away, suddenly recalled, and walked quickly to his office. First, he counted his inventory. As expected, two packs of snail noodles were missing.

Cui Minghao was furious, "Ren Chuan!"

He rushed towards the ward aggressively, but there was no one in the ward.

In the innermost compartment of the men's toilet, Jiang Huan was holding a hot water bottle in his hand, "Hot water, OK."

Ren Chuan took out two packs of snail noodles from under his hospital gown, as if dividing the spoils, "Snail noodles, OK."

Jiang Huan and Ren Chuan each squatted in front of the toilet, with the hot water bottle on the toilet lid, "Quick, quick."

As soon as the package was torn open, the smell of snail noodles spread out. Jiang Huan sniffed obsessively, "It smells so good."

Throw the sour bamboo shoots, yuba, fungus, and soup rice noodles into the kettle, and then plug it in. The hot soup gurgles, and the stench wafts out.

At this time, I heard a big brother who had just walked into the toilet, yelling, "Who the hell doesn't poop!"

Both Ren Chuan and Jiang Huan held their breath, for fear that the eldest brother would find out about their cubicle and carefully guard their snail noodles.

Fortunately, the eldest brother just kicked the door and left.

"Scared me to death." Ren Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his chopsticks and stirred the snail noodles in the hot water pot, "Don't be taken away before you take a bite."

"Okay." Jiang Huan couldn't wait to look at the delicious and rich snail powder, and his saliva flowed out, "You can eat it."

"Wait a little longer." Ren Chuan looked serious. He is a professional at cooking snail noodles. "It will take another 3 minutes."

The two of them were silent in front of a pot of snail noodles, as if they were in some kind of business negotiation. They didn’t know what delicacies were boiled in the kettle. The smell of the toilet was mixed with the smell of snail noodles. It's unspeakable, the two CEOs seem to be motionless in this toilet cubicle as if they didn't have long noses.

When the 3 minutes were up, Ren Chuan opened the lid of the kettle, "It's done!"

Jiang Huan took out his bowl and chopsticks proficiently, "I'm ready."

The two people first scooped rice noodles from the hot pot, and then held the handle of the pot, you poured a little soup, and I poured a little soup, as if they were adding wine to each other.

Ren Chuan laughed, holding his own bowl, "Come here to offer you a bowl."

Jiang Huan touched him with a bowl, "I want to respect you, without you, there would be no snail noodles today.""

"Oh, it's too much to say." Ren Chuan raised his hand to signal, "I do what you want."

Jiang Huan said the scene, "Since you have done it, then I have to accompany you."

After talking, the two of them buried their heads in it and ate it. It was so delicious, what kind of fairy thing is snail powder, how can it be so delicious!

Halfway through eating, Jiang Huan suddenly remembered, "Wait!"

He looked at Ren Chuan, "Can I eat snail noodles in the late stage of gastric cancer?"

Ren Chuan was also stunned for a moment, sucked the rice noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth and slipped it into his mouth, "Eh... yes."

Jiang Huan looked at his red soup bowl, "You still add so much chili oil!"

"Eh..." Ren Chuan didn't know how to explain it, but it was impossible to prevent him from eating snail noodles. He planned to repeat the old trick, "Snail noodles raise..."

Jiang Huan still has this bit of IQ, "How can snail noodles nourish the stomach!"

He directly snatched the snail powder from Ren Chuan's hand and poured it into his own bowl, "You are not allowed to eat it."

Ren Chuan: "I..."

He watched Jiang Huan eating alone with relish, drooling uncontrollably, "Give me the leftover soup..."

Jiang Huan raised his head and drank all the soup, leaving Ren Chuan feeling lonely, "No."

Ren Chuan: "..."

Regret, now I am quite regretful, why did I say that I have stomach cancer, his mother's kidney cancer is stronger than stomach cancer.

After the two of them finished eating the snail powder, they also knew how to destroy the corpse and wipe out the evidence. Jiang Huan washed the kettle and returned it to Ren Chuan, "Hey."

Ren Chuan: "???"

He seemed to be stepped on his tail, "You fucking use my hot water bottle!"

"It's been cleaned!" Jiang Huan shouted at him, and his reason was very good, "Your pot has a large capacity!"

"That can't be..." Ren Chuan hugged the pot and quarreled with Jiang Huan all the way outside the ward.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Cui Minghao waited for him with a cold face, it was obvious that Xingshi came to question him.

Ren Chuan put on a smiling face, "You are here."

"Don't pretend to be me." Cui Minghao took two steps closer, "Where's my snail noodles?"

"This..." Ren Chuan's eyes became flustered, and he poured a glass of water for Cui Minghao with a kettle, "You must be thirsty, drink first."

Cui Minghao almost didn't spit it out after taking a sip, "Damn it! There's shit in this water!"