The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

They fought heartily into the night.

Song Yuanzhou groaned and lay on the warm carpet.

The four walls of the room he was in were full of body-length mirrors, one after another, reflecting his current embarrassment from every angle.

Just after dinner, before he came into the villa, he was still thinking about Mr. President's scumbag technology that he had never seen at first glance, what kind of fun does he know? That's the most.

As soon as he came in, he was slapped madly in the face.

I never expected that there is a hole in the sky here, and there is such a room.

???

The most embarrassing thing is that your own voice can continuously echo through the smooth walls, and you can watch your own expressions in all directions.

What a shame, it's the plus power of shame.

His body was bruised and purple, except for his arms and neck, there was not even a trace of "intact" skin.

Beast, the old man who eats meat can't be underestimated.

Careless.

Song Yuanzhou was still cursing in his heart.

Jiang Che put the water in the bathroom away, walked in barefoot from the outside, bent down and hugged Song Yuanzhou.

Song Yuanzhou nestled in Jiang Che's arms, unable to speak, he could only moan twice in protest.

Then she was obediently placed on the edge of the bath, lying down, with her buttocks up, and was served comfortably in the warm water.

He even closed his eyes in a daze.

Jiang Che was still a little unfulfilled, and wanted to leave some good memories in this new bath... But seeing the mottled hickey marks on Song Yuanzhou's body, the soft spot was red and swollen, and he probably couldn't use it anymore.

Jiang Che lightly tapped the tip of Song Yuanzhou's nose with his finger: "Let go of you first, little pig~"

He hugged Song Yuanzhou who had been cleaned and placed him on the big soft and clean bed.

Song Yuanzhou slept beautifully, and when he woke up, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Last night, I was self-willed all night, and all feedback was given to Song Yuanzhou the next day.

The body is tired and sore.

The specific manifestations are - sitting, soreness and pain in the overused place; standing, tired legs trembling on the ground, shaking like Parkinson's.

He put two extra thick pillows on his lower back, and just as he took out his phone, the door of the bedroom was pushed open.

Jiang Che was holding a dinner plate in his hand, and the food inside was steaming with aroma.

Song Yuanzhou was startled by him: "You...brother, did you miss work today?"

Jiang Che put the dinner plate on the bedside table, and set up a small table for Song Yuanzhou on the bed, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Song Yuanzhou glanced at the things on the dinner plate, and the corners of his upturned mouth suddenly shrunk, "Why is it porridge...I work so hard, so you give me porridge."

He pretended to cry: "As expected, the best thing is what you can't get."

Jiang Che blew on him and stirred the white porridge he mentioned with a small spoon. The mushrooms, shredded chicken, shredded pork... were all stirred up, exuding the aroma of meat.

"I can only drink porridge these days, my dear, these diced meat are very soft and glutinous, and will not burden the intestines."

Song Yuanzhou curled his lips, looked at the pitifully small amount of meat, and reluctantly compromised.

"How's your body?" Jiang Che fed him with a small spoon, as if it was his hands that he overused last night and can't use now.

"Soreness, swelling, pain..." Song Yuanzhou was willing to be treated as a child who seemed to be unable to take care of himself, and was fed obediently.

Jiang Che frowned: "I applied the medicine in the morning, but this medicine has no effect."

"I'll take a look after eating."

Song Yuanzhou was choked, took the small spoon in Jiang Che's hand, and ate it bit by bit.

After applying the medicine... look again... where do you look?Is that... there?

It's too shameful to be awake and be watched.I do not want it……

As long as I eat slowly enough and the topic is far enough away, your thoughts will definitely not catch up with me.

Song Yuanzhou ate this porridge for more than an hour, while Jiang Che sat on the edge of the bed and read the documents in the mail.

After eating, Song Yuanzhou sneaked a glance at the serious Jiang Che, then put the bowl back on the plate lightly, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The corners of Jiang Che's mouth curled slightly, he put down his laptop, and leaned over, his lips rested on top of Song Yuanzhou's eyes, spraying all his warm breath on his eyes, "Have you finished eating?"

Song Yuanzhou only felt that the heat turned into numbness and penetrated from the fragile skin of the eyes to the subcutaneous area, covering the whole face.

Hong Tide surged up unconsciously, and immediately betrayed the fact that he was pretending to sleep.

Song Yuanzhou's last stubbornness forced him to close his eyes tightly and remain motionless even though his face was burning hot.

Jiang Che chuckled: "Then I'm going to kiss my little Rose awake."

Jiang Che lowered his head slowly, his lips were only one centimeter away from Song Yuanzhou's lips, "Not awake yet? Then I want to kiss."

Song Yuanzhou's lips felt the hot wind from Jiang Che's words, and he pursed his lips slightly, which was keenly captured by Jiang Che.

The corners of Jiang Che's mouth slightly raised, deliberately maintaining this movement, and did not kiss him for a long time.

Although Jiang Che's lips didn't move any more, they were full of presence. Song Yuanzhou couldn't help licking the corner of his lips that was constantly blown by the hot air with the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Che, who had been waiting for a long time and seemed to be waiting for this moment, caught up with his tongue.

The two tongues are like two flexible fishes, swimming between the lips and teeth.

After the kiss was over, Song Yuanzhou was turned over by Jiang Che, who had an excellent memory, and checked the red and swollen area. After applying medicine there, his condition was obviously much better than in the morning.

"It's much better, paint it again tonight." Jiang Che helped Song Yuanzhou put on his pants.

Song Yuanzhou's body seemed to still have the temperature of Jiang Che's skin after checking it, and he stammered, "Late... evening...?"

"Still... want more?"

"Well, apply it until it doesn't swell at all."

Jiang Che hung the lanyard of the computer bag around his neck, squatted halfway in front of Song Yuanzhou, "Come up, let's go home."

The staff of the winery hid in the corner of the main building.Look out from a hidden window.

Their usually unsmiling Mr. Jiang made his teeth chatter when he laughed.At this time, he was walking forward slowly with a good-looking young man on his back, and a ridiculous black computer bag was still hanging around his neck.

The young man on his back seemed to be talking about something, Mr. Jiang would occasionally turn his head and not speak, his eyes would be bent, and his smile would melt the corners of his eyes that had been frozen all year round.

This scene is very warm and beautiful when it appears to any couple in love, but it appears on their rumored cold and impersonal Mr. Jiang, no matter how you look at it...

"I'm going, maybe my eyes are broken..."

"!! Is this still our Mr. Jiang? Could it be that he was possessed by someone's soul?"

"Go, go, let me be healthy. I'll wipe it! This is too explosive..."

"Take it down and shoot it down..."

"You really dare to shoot, do you want a small rice bowl..."

"What are you afraid of? Just put it in my mobile phone. If you don't spread it, no one will know."

"Hey hey hey, this face is too cute."

***

Song Yuanzhou is like a salted fish with a soul, lying at home for two days, no live broadcast and no strength to cook, receiving meals from bodyguard Ah Cheng every day.

Speaking of this bodyguard, as Jiang Che said, if he didn't see him normally, it wouldn't affect his life. If he hadn't brought him meals these days, he would have almost forgotten about it.

[Brother, your Ah Cheng looks like he is doing great things, but now he is reduced to delivering meals to me every day, which is quite a waste. ]

[No waste, useful. ]

Song Yuanzhou recalled the original work and calculated the approximate time.

Suddenly, the timeline seems to have reached a critical moment in the world in the book.

He remembered that Jiang Che's new project had also made progress, but there didn't seem to be a celebration banquet in the book?But after that, the heroine secretly stole the follow-up plan of the new project from Jiang Che's computer.Sun Ying played tricks in it, and the new project suffered unprecedented losses, which caused Jiang Che to plummet in Jiang Zhong's heart.

Although Jiang Che almost lost his mind in front of the heroine, but in front of his career, his IQ is full.After retreating and discussing with several senior executives for two full weeks, I finally came up with a remedy.

In order to prevent Jiang Che from "resurrecting", Sun Ying used the heroine to place many people of her own beside Jiang Che, and successfully planned a fatal car accident.

Song Yuanzhou was agitated and turned around in the room.

According to his brother's strict security measures, it would be very difficult for Sun Ying to infiltrate his own people into his side without Ding Nongnong's help this time.

That being said, it sounds like a pretty safe bet.

but--

Sun Ying had failed to seek cooperation with him before, so there was no guarantee that she would not do something desperate.

Song Yuanzhou took out his mobile phone to record.Suddenly a phone call interrupted his train of thought.

It is an unfamiliar number that does not exist on the phone.

During this period of time, because he was going to participate in the Q station newcomer party, he would occasionally receive some strange calls to confirm his itinerary.

He didn't think much, and connected to the phone without any hassle.

Song Yuanzhou turned on the external speaker, threw the phone on the sofa, and sat on the yoga mat beside him, stretching his limbs.

He gave a yelp.

It took a long time to hear a small "Hello" from the other end of the phone. The speaker spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

Song Yuanzhou straightened his body and turned up the phone's volume to the maximum, "Hello, are you there?"

"Hello, Song Yuanzhou, I'm Ding Nongnong."

Song Yuanzhou:? ? ?

"How do you have my phone?"

Ding Nongnong was probably walking cautiously. Since Song Yuanzhou's voice was turned up to the maximum, he could vaguely hear the sound of small footsteps.

"I want to ask you for help, I..."

Before Ding Nongnong could finish saying "I" over there, there was a loud slapping sound from the phone, accompanied by Ding Nongnong's screams, followed by the crisp sound of the phone falling to the ground and breaking the screen.

Song Yuanzhou was so frightened that he jumped straight up from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a cold male voice came from the phone: "Who are you calling?"

Ding Nongnong's voice was full of tears, softly.

The phone was a little far away from her, and she couldn't hear what she said clearly, but Song Yuanzhou felt that it was not a good thing.

Because the next moment, that terrifying male voice might be irritated by Ding Nongnong's words.

He had no time to care who Ding Nongnong was calling and whether the call was still going on, so he walked towards Ding Nongnong's direction, and the sound of a heavy object being dropped to the ground immediately came from the phone.

The long whip waved through the air, and the sharp sound whizzed past, and finally landed on the flesh, as if the sound of flesh and flesh could be heard...

Song Yuanzhou was shocked when he heard it on the other end of the phone.

"You'd better kill me, kill me, and I'll be free..."

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

An inexplicable phone call, and then let him witness a scene of domestic violence...

In other words, if he remembers correctly, he and Ding Nongnong have never met each other, and they are even rivals in love in some sense...

You were picked on by the wrong person because of domestic violence?

The tragedy on the phone continued, Song Yuanzhou quickly turned off the phone.

Song Yuanzhou was lying on the carpet, his hands and feet were cold, and his lips were pale.This scene reminded him of himself when he was a child in real life.

The bullying from the friends, and the cold face and domestic violence from the mother at home.

He is a "beggar" that no one loves.

He understands the despair and embarrassment of this process.

He really wants to save, and every "vulnerable group" who has been subjected to domestic violence should be rescued.

But the other party was Ding Nongnong, the heroine of the original story and one of the murderers who indirectly killed Jiang Che, which made him hesitate again.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanzhou squinted his eyes and fell asleep on the carpet.

When he woke up, he didn't know when he was nestled in Jiang Che's arms.

And there seemed to be a puddle of saliva on his brother's chest.

Song Yuanzhou wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled guiltyly at Jiang Che's eyes.

"So early?"

Jiang Che picked him up and said, "Well, are you hungry?"

Song Yuanzhou flicked his feet twice, struggling symbolically, "I'll go by myself."

After a while, he compromised and said, "Hey, just put it on this stool."

The two unpacked the packing box and ate.

Song Yuanzhou pretended to ask unintentionally: "Brother, has anything strange happened recently?"

Jiang Che put Song Yuanzhou's favorite meat into a bowl, and then looked up at him, "What's wrong? What did you find?"

Song Yuanzhou shook his head, took a bite of the meat in the bowl, and pretended to be superstitious, "Brother, I recently heard that Fengming Road is very unlucky."

Jiang Che was amused by his mysterious little expression, and pinched his fleshy face, "So young, so superstitious?"

Song Yuanzhou said with determination, "Brother, I'd rather believe it than nothing. Look, I have evidence."

Song Yuanzhou did his homework in the afternoon, and found out all the car accidents that occurred on Fengming Road during the period that he found.

"Brother, look, there is no normal road, car accidents often happen..."

Jiang Che smiled lightly and shook his head.

Song Yuanzhou threw the phone on the table, pouted, "I said no!"

Jiang Che helplessly supported his forehead: "Okay, don't go, I'll let Old Wang take a detour every day, okay?"

***

The next day Song Yuanzhou restarted the live broadcast, cooked meals and sent them to Jiangyuan Group.

On the way, I received another call from Ding Nongnong.

Ding Nongnong's voice was louder this time, but he still cried, "Song Yuanzhou, I beg you to help me, the only one who can help me now is you."

Song Yuanzhou was surprised by her words: "Do you have so few friends?"

To actually ask for help from my former rival in love, the words are still——Only you can help me...

In other words, does the heroine of this novel have to be set as such that her relatives do not recognize her or she is lonely?

"None of them can help me."

Song Yuanzhou sighed, "Then I won't be able to help you even more."

Ding Nongnong begged: "Please, I don't want to be beaten to death by him."

Song Yuanzhou expressed shock: "You call the police. Please ask the police uncle for help at critical moments."

"I found it. After helping me, he will only beat me harder."

"I've escaped now, but I can't escape for long. Soon he will send someone to catch me back. Please, help me."

"Then how do you want me to help you?"

"I'm at No. 330 Fengming Road now, can you come over and take me to buy a ticket to go to other places."

Song Yuanzhou hesitated for a moment, and asked Ah Cheng who was sitting in the co-pilot.

Ah Cheng nodded: "If the other party does not have more than 20 people."

Song Yuanzhou: -O-, brother, you hit 20 each... You are so awesome, why don't you go to the Olympics...

The nearest road to Jiangyuan must go through Fengming Road, and No. 330 only needs to turn a little bit.

When the car was driving on Fengming Road, Song Yuanzhou's eyelids jumped up without warning.

Before Song Yuanzhou figured out the reason for his faint uneasiness.

A white van suddenly rushed out at the turn of the traffic lights ahead, and the driver rushed over with a look of horror.

Lao Wang turned the front of the car in an emergency to avoid the van that was rushing straight, but the car uncontrollably slammed into the roadside barricade fiercely.

Lao Wang wanted to turn the car around again, but it was too late.

The collision between the front of the car and the roadblock caused a large spark, and part of the roadblock came in through the window.

Pharaoh's face was injured, blood poured out all over his face immediately.

Ah Cheng was hit, and blood oozed from his forehead, but fortunately, there was still a trace of clarity.

Song Yuanzhou's head fell on the back of the car in front of him, and he passed out on the spot.

After a while, more than a dozen strong men with weapons poured out outside, surrounded their car, and knocked on the window of the rear seat with a hammer.

Two people poked in, trying to drag Song Yuanzhou out.

Three bodyguards with big arms and round waists appeared silently behind them, and started a scuffle with the dozen or so people who stopped in front.

This is a relatively remote corner of Fengming Street, and the traffic lights have been artificially destroyed.

The three bodyguards that Jiang Che found were all professionally trained masters, and they were quite comfortable with more than a dozen people, and they were about to be brought down soon.

Suddenly, more than 10 people came out from the alley to help.

The form is reversed at once.

More than 20 people surrounded the bodyguards, and all rushed to besiege them.

The two people who were pulling Song Yuanzhou in the back seat worked together to pull the unconscious Song Yuanzhou out.

Transported into a prepared black old car without a license plate, and drove away.

The author has something to say: I am in too much trouble, I have vomiting and diarrhea, and I am still not recovering. My relatives came to see me, and it hurts so much that I asked for leave today and didn’t go to work, and I still struggled to get up and type. 555, you guys have to be nice to me, comment and praise me a lot.

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Xizhaoの竜堂先 15 bottles; goodbye, my net 8 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!