The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

The ruined vermilion wall paint in the old city reflects the orange halo of the sunset, from one piece to another.

Everything is slow in the old city at sunset——

An old man walking in the shadow of a tree under the warm sunlight, and a child babbling slowly around a toddler.

Not far away was a shambling grandmother leading an old dog that was staggering and panting every step of the way.

Even the light in the old city is lazy, lazily shining down, half of the city is exposed to the warm orange of the setting sun, and the other half is not swayed enough and is covered by shadows.

And the two people in the back seat of the car seem to slow down into a long shot in the movie, extending continuously through the Wanjin Xiaguang lens.

They looked at each other silently.

The setting sun peeked in from the car window, casting a warm halo on Jiang Che's dark black hair.

The light shone, inexplicably softening his sharp facial lines.

Song Yuanzhou also saw the slightest smile in Jiang Che's eyes, and the corners of his upturned mouth were glowing.The halos in the eyes are warm, with gentle ripples.

I don't know if this is Song Yuanzhou's illusion.

It just melted him down.

Why are there such beautiful people in this world?

The whole car was very quiet, Song Yuanzhou could only hear the sound of his heart beating his eardrums shaking the sky.

Being looked at by the opposite gaze, his face became more and more red.

Almost ashamed to get under the car.

After a while, the shy Song Yuanzhou finally couldn't hold on any longer, "You...why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Che didn't speak, turned his body slightly, and slowly approached him, the breath around him almost wrapped Song Yuanzhou tightly.

Song Yuanzhou leaned back subconsciously out of his instinct for danger.

Jiang Che put his left hand on the back of Song Yuanzhou's car seat, and said softly, "Don't move."

These words seemed to be cast by magic, Song Yuanzhou really obediently did not move any more.

He... he... leaned over, he, is he going to kiss me?

Song Yuanzhou closed his eyes, feeling the warm breath sweeping across his face, and then slowly brushing against his ears.

The kiss he was looking forward to did not fall after all, and the passing breath seemed to be just a breeze in the setting sun.

He sighed regretfully from the bottom of his heart.

Then he fell into a broad chest—

Jiang Che sat on his side and hugged Song Yuanzhou loosely into his arms.

When approaching, the tastes of each other are intertwined and entwined at the tip of the nose.

They hugged like this for 10 minutes.

Until Jiang Che let him go, Song Yuanzhou got out of the car in a daze.

He didn't even know why Jiang Che came here.

The meeting between the two of them in the afternoon was like an unknown dream. In the dream, his sweetheart smiled and gave him a long-awaited hug.

Song Yuanzhou walked back so preoccupied that he even forgot to buy vegetables.

Pharaoh got back into the car.

In the distance, the two children who had just confessed their love to Song Yuanzhou remained vigilant, standing at the gate of the community and watching their car not too far away.

After Song Yuanzhou got off the car, the two of them slowly approached suspiciously and surrounded them.

Special assistant Qian lit a cigarette outside, and there was still half a cigarette butt left in his hand.

The two children came up and circled around him, looking him up and down.

It was probably because Special Assistant Qian had chatted with them before, and although they were full of guard, they were not too afraid of him.

The little boy asked, "Why did you call Miss Sister into the car?"

Another little boy: "Do you know Miss Sister?"

Special assistant Qian snuffed out the half of the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can on the side, and asked them with a smile, "Do you care about him?"

The little boy took it for granted: "Yes, she is my future girlfriend."

Another little boy: "Mine."

Qian Tezhu patted their heads, amused by their childish words, and wanted to tease them, "But this young lady already has a boyfriend."

Not to be outdone, the little boy said, "Cheating, adults are the best at lying, and we won't let it go."

Another little boy glanced at their imposing car and hesitated, "I won't let it go, unless I give more."

Before Special Assistant Qian could speak, Jiang Che opened the car door and got out of the car.

If Song Yuanzhou was still there this time, he would find that even if the setting sun illuminated his whole body as if it were on fire, his face would still look like frozen ice, and his expression would not change at all due to the smudged light.

"What are you talking about?"

His voice was cold, and the two children were frightened by his cold eyes, and they shivered and hid behind Qian Tezhu.

Qian Tezhu guessed that the conversation outside could be heard in the car.

He was just about to turn his head and explain with a smile that they were just "children's talk", about daughter-in-law and money, they were all children's talk.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Che took out two red banknotes that came from nowhere.

"Does it mean what you say? Is it enough?"

The two little boys poked their heads out, and were finally lured by the "heavy money" and moved a few steps away.

The boy who said "I'll give you a lot" happily took it, and the other boy hesitated for a moment before taking it too, muttering, "Then... I'll leave it to you."

Special assistant Qian didn't know whether to be happy or worried for the boss's wife.

Sure enough, children's liking changes with time, and it changes in a blink of an eye.

It's okay to sell it for 200 yuan.

After getting in the car, Qian Tezhu sat back in the co-pilot, took the opportunity to send the seat belt and quietly leaned over to ask Lao Wang, "Where did the boss get the 200 yuan?"

Pharaoh Wang was still in shock and was extremely frightened, his hands were still shaking, "Boss... find... find... borrow it from me."

Lao Wang shook his lips and gestured with his hands, feeling a little agitated, "Damn, I was so scared to death, the boss found it out of my pocket."

Qian Tezhu couldn't help feeling sad——

Damn, I told you to be idle, what kind of cigarettes are you smoking when you have nothing to do!

This is Jiang Che!

Usually he is so cold and serious, it is not easy to meet him when he is so serious and naive.

Beat your chest, beat your chest!

Special Assistant Qian whispered, "It's really surprising."

Lao Wang didn't dare to say it out loud, he only dared to force him in a low voice, "Isn't that right, who knew that the boss would even be jealous of the two children!"

Special Assistant Qian: "..."

As long as you live long, nothing strange will happen to you!

Jiang Che half-closed his eyes and fell asleep. He changed into a more comfortable position, and snorted through his nose, "What are you muttering? The car won't start?"

On the other side, Song Yuanzhou returned home distraught, and ran into Hu Qi who was out to throw garbage at the stairs.

Hu Qi greeted him, and he brushed past him like a ghost.

Hu Qi didn't throw any trash away, and threw it at the door of his house with a "slap", fearing that he would be hit, so he followed him into the house.

Song Yuanzhou sat on the edge of the bed in a daze as soon as he entered the door, and Hu Qi waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Yuanzhou, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yuanzhou's black pupils slowly turned around and shook his head at him.

Hu Qi sat down next to him: "Didn't you say to go out to buy vegetables? Where's your food?"

As soon as the food was mentioned, Hu Qi suddenly had a brain hole, "Damn, you won't be robbed, right?"

While talking, he pulled him up and down: "Are you injured anywhere?"

Song Yuanzhou turned his face and blinked his big eyes, "No injury. The food looks similar, I forgot."

Hu Qi pursed his lips, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Dinner, my dinner!"

Seeing him pitifully, Song Yuanzhou got up and rummaged in the refrigerator, barely finding a few tomatoes and some leftover eggs, "Why don't you have some fried rice with eggs tonight?"

Hu Qi nodded helplessly: "Okay."

Song Yuanzhou put the tomatoes on the chopping board and cut them into small pieces. While cutting, his thoughts returned to the hug that just ended.

I don't know why, such a hug made his heart beat faster than the previous skin-to-skin kiss, and his thoughts were out of place.

Hu Qi looked at Song Yuanzhou in horror, his eyes were a little dazed, straight, and he seemed out of focus.But the tomatoes were quickly cut by hand.

Hu Qi: "..."

Open your eyes, it turns out that the masters cut vegetables like this.

Just as he was relieved, he saw Song Yuanzhou filling the pot with water.

Hu Qi: "???"

Although I don't cook much, do I need to add water to the egg fried rice?

Song Yuanzhou walked around the red tomatoes, took the kitchen knife that had just been cut, and threw it into the pot filled with water.

The water splashed on his face, but he didn't seem to have heard it, and fumbled to turn on the natural gas switch.

Hu Qi quickly stood up, took a few quick steps, and pinched Song Yuanzhou's arm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Yuanzhou, what happened to you today? Are you going to burn a knife?"

Song Yuanzhou woke up completely, and quickly took the kitchen knife out of the pot.

Hu Qi withdrew his hand, and at a glance saw a golden object in the small front pocket of Song Yuanzhou's T-shirt, reflecting the light of the chandelier on the ceiling.

Hu Qi poked his head over to look: "Yuanzhou, what's in your clothes?"

Song Yuanzhou lowered his head, wondering when there was an extra piece of paper in the small decorative pocket of his clothes——

It's a hot stamped business card.

Song Yuanzhou took it out and looked at it carefully. It was not a conventional company, company position, or name.

Simply wrote: Jiang Che, XXXXXX phone number.

Song Yuanzhou carefully recalled when it was in his pocket.

He thought of that long hug again.

Song Yuanzhou squeezed his business card and fell into thinking again.

Hu Qi took advantage of him in a daze and wanted to take the piece of paper from him to see what was written on it, making Song Yuanzhou laugh, foolish and dazed!

It's a pity that Song Yuanzhou squeezed too tightly, Hu Qi was alerted by Song Yuanzhou as soon as he touched.

Song Yuanzhou gave him a wary look, and put it back in his small front pocket with great care.

Hu Qi: "QAQ"

They agreed to be each other's cuties!

She curled her lips and said sourly, "Be stingy."

Song Yuanzhou finally came back to his senses, his mood turned 180 degrees, he hummed and twisted his waist.

Song Yuanzhou poured the water in the pot and asked him: "You said, for a person who met once, you thought that your fate might be over. Who knows that one day this person will suddenly appear in front of you, and nothing will happen to you." Said, I gave you a hug, left a number, and left like when I came. You said, what does he mean?"

Hu Qi rolled his eyes towards the sky: "It's not interesting! Don't talk about the love between men and women so fresh and refined. It's very simple. He either wants to chase you or sleep with you."

After finishing speaking, Hu Qi deeply reviewed himself, whether what he said was too realistic and explicit, which would hurt the heart of the innocent boy, and then added, "It depends on what you want him to be."

Song Yuanzhou turned to look at him: "Then what if I want to chase him and sleep with him? Of course, it's okay if I chase him instead."

Hu Qi: "??!"

Hu Qi: "Are you showing off the post?"

The sour smell of love!

So what are you waiting for, if you don't chase you, it will be two hundred and five.

In the evening, when Song Yuanzhou launched the live broadcast, he was humming a ditty, and his mood was soaring.

Jiang Che sat at his desk and clicked on the live broadcast as usual.

Special assistant Qian happened to push open the door and come in with the document.

Jiang Che didn't avoid him either, but slightly raised his eyebrows at Tezhu Qian.

Captured very well by Special Assistant Qian.

How old is Special Assistant Qian,

From the meaningful eyes of the boss, he interpreted a kind of sullen showing off——

You see, he was in a particularly good mood when he saw me, he must like me!