The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan is a Buddha, and he will be served wherever he goes. Jiang Huan found out a change of clothes and new underwear for him, and urged him to take a bath, "It's all clean, put on my clothes first."

Ren Chuan didn't know where his confidence came from, "I won't be too small in your underwear, right?"

"No!" Jiang Huan became furious, "Do you think you are big!"

"Heh." Ren Chuan snorted, "At least bigger than you, and yours will shrink by three centimeters!"

Bringing up this issue again, Jiang Huan taunted him, "That's not as good as you, you have to take a break for 5 minutes!"

The two of them stared at each other like fighting cocks, then turned their heads and snorted.

Ren Chuan went to take a bath first and smoked all night. His body smelled a little choking. He stood under the hot water to relax his whole body. When he picked up the shower gel, he froze for a moment. Even with a peach-flavored shower gel.

He took a closer look and found that it was bought by Watsons.

After taking a bath, I put on Jiang Huan's pajamas, it's okay, not too big or too small, and the underwear fell down a little, but it's a small problem.

Jiang Huan was waiting in the living room. When Ren Chuan came out, he smelled the pleasant peach smell on his body first, which was the smell he used to smell in Ren Chuan's neck.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Huan closed the book in his hand and walked into the master bedroom, "It's getting late."

"Then what..." Ren Chuan took two steps back, "I'll just sleep in the guest room."

"The guest bedroom is not cleaned up." Jiang Huan took him to see the guest bedroom. There was only a bare mattress and no bedding.

Ren Chuan didn't want to share a bed with Jiang Huan, "Then I'll sleep on the sofa."

Jiang Huan intentionally knocked over the water glass on the coffee table, spilling the sofa, "Oh—!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Such poor acting.

Jiang Huan looked at him pointedly, "Don't you want to try my bed?"

He blinked deliberately, "Kingsize."

Ren Chuan had no choice, he was very tired, and now he just wanted to sleep well, so he first warned Jiang Huan, "You'd better stop making trouble."

Jiang Huan felt aggrieved. The 1.8-meter-six-foot-tall tattooed man was showing off his cuteness at this moment, "You will never find a better-behaved dog than me."

Ren Chuan went into the bedroom first, lifted the quilt and lay down to sleep, while Jiang Huan dawdled in the bathroom. In the middle of the night, he sprayed himself with thick perfume, as if he had been marinated.

Brush your teeth and rinse your mouth with mouthwash to keep your breath fresh.

Who can guarantee not to kiss?

Think about what Ren Chuan said today, "You are my 10086." "When I see you, I will be cured of all diseases."

Isn't this just a secret promise of love and chaos? !

It can't be said that Ren Chuan lost the key today on purpose.

With everything ready, Jiang Huan walked into the bedroom, slowly took off his coat and changed into his pajamas, and carefully lifted the corner of the quilt to lie down, the rebound of the mattress was simply trembling.

Ren Chuan was already in a deep sleep, with his back to Jiang Huan. In the darkness, he could only vaguely see his body rising and falling, but the sound of his breathing was a little heavy, and he didn't know if there was something on his mind that he couldn't let go of.

Jiang Huan moved himself, and every inch he moved in, the mattress creaked. He moved little by little, and finally stuck to Ren Chuan's back. can feel.

Jiang Huan stretched out his arms around Ren Chuan's waist, and the two bodies became closer together. He seemed to be a thief, and his heart pounded against his breastbone.

Being hugged by someone felt a little uncomfortable, Ren Chuan struggled a bit, and uttered a nonsense, "Brother..."

Jiang Huan was stunned for a moment, leaned over, and rubbed the hair on each other's foreheads together, "What?"

Ren Chuan didn't know what he had dreamed about, he frowned, as if he had suffered some great grievance, and said again, "Brother..."

"Bao'er." Jiang Huan folded his arms and hugged him tightly. The pajamas were smooth and slippery, and the touching warmth could be felt through the silk. Jiang Huan whispered into Ren Chuan's ear, "Brother's Bao'er..."

The bodies fit together, and the slightest bit of friction was magnified infinitely. Jiang Huan hugged him too tightly, Ren Chuan was a little out of breath, and began to struggle slightly, chest to back, rubbing back and forth to get angry.

Jiang Huan hissed suddenly, turned over and pressed Ren Chuan down, "Don't f*cking move."

The subwoofer-like voice exploded, and Ren Chuan woke up instantly.

Then he felt something hard and hot against him.

Ren Chuan: "..."

Three minutes later, Jiang Huan was thrown out together with his pillow.

Jiang Huan hugged the pillow to feel his mother's grievance, it was not his fault that it was hard, "Don't do this!"

Ren Chuan closed the bedroom door, and said coldly, "Get lost!"

Jiang Huan yelled aggrievedly, "At least give me a blanket!"

His voice woke up the two parrots. Juliet hugged Romeo, looked at him mockingly, and said, "You don't deserve it."

Jiang Huan: "..."

With no one to disturb him, Ren Chuan occupied the entire bed and slept comfortably.

There was a wind last night, and it stopped before dawn, and the fallen leaves covered the ground, which was golden.

Ren Chuan accepted the bed, but this sleep was rare. He opened his eyes and reflected for two seconds before he remembered that he was at Jiang Huan's house.

He got up, got dressed, and went out, intending to see if Jiang Huan was alive or dead.

It seemed that there was no one in the living room, but there was a movement from the kitchen. Ren Chuan followed the sound and saw Jiang Huan standing in front of the stove in an apron, cooking something.

Ren Chuan's face turned green all of a sudden, "..."

Poisoning early in the morning.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Huan put two bowls of porridge on the table, as if he was a good wife and mother, and smiled, "Wait a minute, the meal will be ready soon."

He didn't take what happened last night to heart at all.

Ren Chuanxin said that after finishing your bowl of porridge, am I still alive? He picked up the briefcase and stumbled a little, "Then what, I don't have enough time, so I won't eat..."

Jiang Huan was already prepared, took out a steaming sandwich from the breakfast machine, put it in a brown paper bag and handed it to Ren Chuan, "Then take this with you and eat it on the road."

Fearing that Ren Chuan would not eat it, Jiang Huan deliberately said, "I got up at 05:30 in the morning to make it."

Did Ren Chuan not throw the sandwich into the trash can?

While waiting for the red light, he glanced at the sandwich he had thrown on the co-pilot, thinking that something as simple as a sandwich would not go wrong.

He picked up the sandwich and took a trembling bite.

It was this mouth that directly lifted him to heaven, his body twitched, and he stepped on the gas pedal, almost colliding with passing vehicles in a series of collisions, and gave up his life.

When dealing with accidents, the traffic police wondered, "Didn't you all stop? Why are you stepping on the gas pedal?"

Ren Chuan looked at the traffic policeman with a sincere face, "You may not believe this, but I really—"

"... by a sandwich."

Because of a traffic accident, Mr. Ren was an hour late for work, and his driver's license was deducted five points.

Displeased, very displeased.

Sitting down to deal with official business, Ren Chuan took a sip of coffee, remembering that he hadn't reviewed the financials for this quarter, and dialed the internal line, "Let the chief financial officer come to my office."

Two minutes later, it was Meng Chun who walked in, "Boss, the chief financial officer didn't come today."

"Didn't come?" Ren Chuan was a little puzzled, "Why?"

"The chief financial officer asked for leave for a week first, but he didn't explain to the personnel when the time came." Meng Chun showed him the attendance of the personnel, "The personnel cannot contact him now."

Ren Chuan frowned, "No one went to his house to see?"

"Going." Meng Chun shook his head, "But there is no one."

Ren Chuan felt something was wrong, "Let the deputy chief financial officer come over and bring the financial report for this quarter."

Meng Chun went out to order, and 10 minutes later, the deputy financial director came in a hurry. It was late autumn, but he was sweating profusely.

Seeing his empty hands, Ren Chuan frowned, "Where's the financial report?"

The deputy chief financial officer stammered, "Not yet..."

"Haven't done it yet?" Ren Chuan suddenly became angry, and dropped the document with a snap, "How many months has it been, and you told me that the financial report for the last quarter was not done? What is your entire office doing for food? "

"It's not that we don't want to...it's just..." the deputy chief financial officer confessed straight away, "There's no way to do it."

Ren Chuan directly asked the entire financial office to come to him with a computer, and settle the accounts on the spot, and give him a clear account of everything.

The whole office went to battle together, computers, calculators, abacus fingers, neither eating nor drinking, until six o'clock in the afternoon, the accounts were finally settled.

A full 6000 million has evaporated from the company's accounts.

There are even six guaranteed loans, and Ren Chuan has never heard of those six companies. After careful inspection, they are all fucking empty shells.

Add up to more than 3000 million US dollars.

The deputy chief financial officer took office only this month, and he couldn't explain the previous asset status at all, so he almost took a knife and cut himself in front of Ren Chuan to prove his innocence.

Moreover, a large amount of misappropriation of funds occurred when Ren Chuan pretended to be sick and was hospitalized. He signed everything at that time, so Ren Chuan himself was also responsible.

All eyes were on Ren Chuan, holding their breath, wondering how the boss would react.

Facing the shortfall of 3000 million US dollars, Ren Chuan was stunned for 10 minutes.

The loans from banks and major funds have not been repaid, and it was originally hoped that it could be listed this year.

God gave him such a play?

Ren Chuan took a deep breath and asked the deputy financial director, "How much liquidity does the company have?"

The deputy director of finance tapped on the computer for a while and told him, "66 sixty-six cents."

Ren Chuan rolled his eyes and fell over.

Meng Chun rushed up, helped him up, and grabbed him, "Quick! Call an ambulance!"

It cost money to call an ambulance, and Ren Chuan got up all of a sudden, panting, "Stop! Don't call!"

The employees looked at him in fear, "President..."

"Let's all go out." Ren Chuan urgently needed some space now, he pretended to be calm, "Close the door for me."

Meng Chun was most worried about him, what to do if he jumped off the building, first locked all the windows, made sure that there were no dangerous objects in the house, and then led a group of employees to close the door and go out.

With trembling hands, Ren Chuan lit a cigarette and watched it burn out quietly.

He built the Black Stone from scratch, and now he watched it collapse and shatter.

Life is really exciting.