The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

The person I like must not be like this!

But in fact, Jiang Che was really standing by the bathtub with his arms folded, as if he was waiting for Song Yuanzhou to quickly stand up from the bathtub.

I rely on, sometimes people may not be human, but you are a real dog!

Song Yuanzhou gritted his teeth.

In any case, fight for yourself.

He supported both sides of the bathtub with his hands, slowly propped himself up from the water, halfway through, he saw Jiang Che's eyes looking over.

Song Yuanzhou blushed: "You...what are you looking at, don't you know that no evil is seen? You...turn around..."

Jiang Che turned his back obediently, the corners of his mouth curled up.

It seemed that he was really angry, and he didn't even call out his brother.

The angry look of the little white rabbit...is quite cute.

Of course Jiang Che was just joking with Song Yuanzhou.

He stood quietly for a while, except for the sound of a breath of water behind him, there was no other sound after that.

Jiang Che frowned: "Are you ready, Zhou Zhou?"

Song Yuanzhou didn't respond.

Jiang Che: "If you don't speak, I'll turn around right?"

Jiang Che turned his face and found Song Yuanzhou lying on the small platform by the black bathtub...

Fell asleep.

Jiang Che: "..."

Jiang Che walked over slowly, and helplessly scratched Song Yuanzhou's nose, "Little pig."

He rolled up his sleeves and began to bathe Song Yuanzhou without complaint.

When washing the important parts, my hands still paused.

Seeing the limpness there, Jiang Che flicked it lightly.

Song Yuanzhou was suffering from pain in his dream, and waved Jiang Che's hand away with his hand, then chewed with his small mouth, turned his head to the other side, and continued to sleep.

Jiang Che shook his head.

***

Song Yuanzhou had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up, he was no longer dizzy and his ears didn't hurt anymore.

He lay on the bed for a few more seconds, and when he looked up, he saw a snow-white ceiling and a snow-white light strip.

There are snow-white walls on all sides, but if you look closely, there are some printed dark patterns on the snow-white wallpaper.

A large TV built into the wall.

White floor, white bed, fortunately the bedside table is black.

The decoration style is simple and crude.

It's very similar to the style of the five-star hotel that Song Yuanzhou lived in.

This style has always been referred to by Song Yuanzhou as - sex. Cold style.

Song Yuanzhou lay paralyzed on the bed, his thoughts couldn't help but spread...

Sex. Frigidity...

It seems that he found the reason why Mr. Jiang remained indifferent when he stripped naked last night.

Ahhh... Do I want to find something... to add to the fun?

The first time they seem to have started as a sideshow.

Song Yuanzhou rolled around on the bed irritably, and suddenly saw a sticky note pasted on the desk lamp.

[The medicine on the ears has already been applied, and I took the pills as directed by the doctor, and the medicine will be dripped by me at night.

In addition, there are small cakes in the refrigerator, bought from the dessert shop downstairs, eat to see if it suits your appetite. ]

There is a whole piece of note paper with strong pen writing on it.

It was the first time for Song Yuanzhou to see Jiang Che expressing so many things at once.

So careful, so meticulous.

I don't know why the heroine of the original novel would rather give up such a good man and choose Jiang Huan...

Regardless of what kind of person Jiang Huan is.

How could she have the heart to hurt such a considerate and gentle person.

After Song Yuanzhou ate the small cake prepared by Jiang Che, his mobile phone received two notifications from the background system of Station Q.

He hasn't opened the Q station in the past few days. Firstly, his affairs are still in the process of fermenting. Although the limelight has already turned to his side, it is still difficult to guarantee that there are many ncfs who still stubbornly feel that they are the goddess of their family that they have slandered. Throw garbage to your private messages.

Secondly, in view of the seriousness of this month's incident, the company decided to waive the duration of his live broadcast in the past few days, which means that he is still on...holiday...!

Wouldn't it be nice to have a holiday at public expense?

Why does he want to go backstage to make himself unhappy?

But... you still have to look at the system notifications.

It was his co-assistant Ah Qing who sent the notice.

Probably because he knew that if he sent a private message, it would inevitably be submerged in thousands of rubbish, and eventually it would become the historical record of "one-key read" under Song Yuanzhou's finger.

Ah Qing simply sent a notice.

System notification: [The live broadcast will be resumed today, and the time will be counted from the normal start. Please sweet sama remember to start the live broadcast. ]

Song Yuanzhou looked at the time on the phone screen.

!

Time passed so quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the live broadcast date given to him by the company.

Song Yuanzhou boarded the Q station, and the background kept receiving new spam private messages. Song Yuanzhou was overwhelmed by the disturbance. When he opened the private message interface, 999+ was no longer displayed on it, but a red ellipsis was displayed.

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

Thinking about it would not be a good word.

The bad thing is that you can "read with one click".

The world suddenly became much quieter.

Song Yuanzhou returned to his room opposite.

After clicking on his personal homepage, he suddenly took a deep breath.

He was originally a little transparent with tens of thousands of fans. After these days of being hacked, reversed, hacked again, and finally reversed, his number of fans has exceeded 10.

The number of views of the previous posted video and the comments under the video also increased by 10 times.

Song Yuanzhou clicked on the comments, and most of them came to apologize to him for talking nonsense without knowing the truth.

[It's 50, can't Tian Tian express it?For example, show your face live or something. ]

[Hey, sweet, isn't the live broadcast live yet?I'm going to screw up the historical submissions. ]

[Let's protect the beautiful Tiantian together, we must praise him when Tiantian is online! ]

[I was lied to, hurt Tiantian with words, and came here with guilt, and now I am about to become a fan of Tiantian's sand sculpture dance circle. ]

[There is also a live screen recording, hahaha, it’s so funny, the anchor I followed turned out to be not a fairy, but a sand...]

There are so many fans...

So is he a blessing in disguise?

Since there are so many people waiting for him to go back, even in order to complete the daily time, Song Yuanzhou has to go online for live broadcast.

But... near noon, he had to cook and send it to the Jiangyuan Group building.

There is a large beast waiting to feed itself.

He thought about it, why not cook live.

He doesn't know many songs, and the speed at which he learns songs can't keep up with the speed of his daily live broadcast. Moreover, if he sings like this every day, the audience will definitely be aesthetically fatigued. The fans who finally gathered because of this incident will also drop down. .

How about broadcasting something different.

Song Yuanzhou rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a mobile phone stand, put the mobile phone on the shelf, and adjusted the angle. It was true that no matter where he went in the kitchen, his face could not be seen.

He used the mobile app to order some vegetables and meat to be used in the fresh fruit and vegetable supermarket.

He turned on the live broadcast.

To his surprise, he didn't know whether it was because he had a large number of fans, or because he hadn't broadcast for a while, so many people were squatting on his live broadcast. In short, he just went online, and the popularity of viewing has skyrocketed, and the bullet screen on the public screen is even more Because of the rapid flashes, Song Yuanzhou could hardly catch what they said.

[Look, what I got! ]

[Tiantian, you are finally online! ]

[Sweet what is this going to do? ]

[Ah, my God, the waist is so thin]

[The legs are so thin! ]

[Are you going to dance for us today? ]

The news swiped relatively quickly, and he could only capture a few sentences.

"Hello, everyone, long time no see. Well, I won't dance anymore. I can't dance well. I'd better think about developing other ways." Song Yuanzhou squatted down and answered some questions he could see.

"You guys are scrolling too fast, and some of them are too long, so I can't take care of them." He paused, "Today is not about dancing, I thought I haven't seen you for a long time, and I just happened to be hungry, so why don't I give it to you all?" Sow it and cook."

[What!The fairy I follow can actually cook. ]

[How can a fairy cook?Let me down! ]

[Tiantian, I can cook, marry me, and I will cook for you for a lifetime! ]

[You become a good wife in a second, and you want to marry even more. ]

[233, I'm the only one who thinks Tiantian doesn't know how to cook at all? ]

[Upstairs me too, sit and watch the overturned car, super loud, overturned I love you too! ]

Coincidentally, the items purchased on the mobile phone arrived.

Song Yuanzhou opened the door to sign for the things, and returned to the camera.

"Look at me, it just so happens that all the things I bought have arrived, so I'll show you off now."

A bullet screen saw the trademark on the bag Song Yuanzhou was carrying.

[Hey, it's the same supermarket as Tiantian! ]

[No wonder the live cooking is going to be broadcast today, hehe, it turned out to be just a meal. ]

[Disgusting, not only slandering people, but also a disgusting anchor who always takes money from fans. I don’t understand why so many people like it. ]

[Come on everyone, a group of black fan orphans are here. ]

[Is the administrator online?Get these black fans a New Year's package. ]

[Everyone, let's go, if you tell the truth, you will be marked as a black fan, and you will be banned at every turn, what a good thing it can be. ]

The online housing management started to block people, and Song Yuanzhou didn't even know about it.

At this time, he took out all the newly bought fresh vegetables and washed them in the sink.

He took out a cucumber, quickly peeled off the skin with a knife, and put it on the chopping board. With his right hand, he quickly sliced ​​the cucumber into thin slices, and with his left hand, he quickly moved the yellow light to the front of the blade following the rhythm. , A pair of hands cooperate tacitly.

Soon after cutting up a cucumber, Song Yuanzhou showed them in front of the camera.

The thickness of almost every piece cannot be discerned with the naked eye.

[I rely on!God, mom, what kind of fairy am I in love with! ]

[Technical anchor, I love it, just this knife worker, you are a descendant of the God of Cookery! ]

[I'm sorry, the anchor will teach me! ]

[233, the dancing grandma who can’t cook is not a good anchor]

Song Yuanzhou put them on a plate.

"This is me making a cucumber salad. I love it whether it's hot or cold. Do you like it?"

After Song Yuanzhou showed off his knife skills, he went to cut the washed vegetables on the cutting board and put them aside for later use.

He quickly started to wash and unload the pot.

Jiang Che sat at the meeting table, and the cap of the pen was unscrewed by him.In the past few days, the plans handed in by several responsible persons were not satisfactory, and his face naturally eased a little.

After several persons in charge presented the content of the plan, they waited for the boss to make a decision.

In the quiet conference room, only their own breathing could be heard.

Jiang Che screwed on the cap of his pen and was about to speak when the screen of his personal mobile phone on the table lit up, and when it vibrated, it resonated with the table and made a "beep" sound.

The executives bowed their heads and pretended not to hear.

Jiang Che glanced at it. It was the automatic reminder after the broadcast that Q station paid special attention to.

He turned off the screen of the phone with a blank expression, and stood up, "The plan will be repaired, and the meeting will be adjourned."

After all, he walked out in big strides, as if he was going to catch up with something important.

The person in charge of the planning hesitated for a moment: "Hey, Special Assistant Qian, please wait for a moment. Tell me, this boss... what does he mean?"

Special Assistant Qian stuffed the files into the folder: "It's just that, big brothers, you all have to bear the fruit of your hardships. Go back and change the plan."

When going out, Tezhu Qian curled his lips with a smile on his face: What else could it mean? Look at my wife.

When Tezhu Qian went to the office to hand in the documents, Jiang Che's cell phone was on the stand, and he was giving gifts to Song Yuanzhou.

"Boss, this..."

Jiang Che raised his head when he heard the voice, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and a flaunting tone, "He's cooking for me."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Kindergarten drawing class.

Xiao Zhouzhou drew two little people on the paper, holding hands, and one of them drew a flower on his head.

Teacher: Are these Xiao Zhouzhou's parents?

Xiao Zhouzhou: This is Xiao Zhouzhou

He pointed to the one with the flower on his head: this is Xiao Jiangjiang

teacher:……