"What did you say?" Jiang Kuo was shocked.
Although he knew that Duan Feifei should have drank too much, in Jiang Kuo's knowledge, even if Duan Feifei drank to death, he would never say such a thing before his death.
"No more," Duan Feifei said, "I'm still here..."
"Don't say it, you ****..." Before Jiang Kuo finished speaking, the sound of boxing in the background voice was suppressed by a few noisy shouts.
"Who the fuck are you talking about! Come on!"
"Come on! I'll see who comes first!"
"I'll..." Duan Feifei didn't finish his words, and hung up the phone.
Jiang Kuo was stunned in the car with the phone still in his ear, but he couldn't hear the sound anymore.
I fuck.
He took the phone in front of him and looked at it, making sure that Duan Feifei really hung up the phone before he finished speaking, and before hanging up, he expressed his dissatisfaction to him in a very serious and serious tone.
Just plain upset.
Just, simple, unpleasant.
Depend on.
Jiang Kuo looked at the phone, and couldn't recover for a while, and he was also very upset.
Just hang up? what's the situation!
He didn't worry that Duan Feifei's side might be someone who drank too much and probably would start a fight. The group of people who were with Duan Feifei, the market group and Fan Jiabao would not be able to suffer from a fight.
Mainly because he is also very upset now.
It was quite unpleasant at first, but Duan Feifei declared that he was unhappy with him, and then before he could fight back, Duan Feifei hung up the phone.
Where's the reasoning here!
"The broken mobile phone is finally not pleasing to the eye." Cannon opened the door after making the call and got into the car.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at his image, held the phone that was already black, and frowned with an unhappy expression on his face.
Da Pao always felt that his cell phone, which was less than 4,000 yuan, would only be temporarily used for two or three months. He has been using it until now, which has surprised Da Pao. Every time we meet, I have to see if he has changed his mobile phone. After all, he is a mobile phone. Based on interest, it is not surprising that there are two or three new models a year.
"This is a couple's mobile phone," Jiang Kuo shook his hand with his phone. "You don't have a girlfriend yourself, is it so unpleasant to look at other people's couple's mobile phones?"
"I should have taken a picture of you just now, so that you can see for yourself what your face looks like when you look at this phone." Cannon started the car.
"I'm not for this phone." Jiang Kuo frowned again after he finished speaking.
Originally, Cannon made a mistake, and his unhappiness has been put aside a little. Now that I think about it, this unhappiness immediately returned to the C position.
"What's wrong?" Cannon asked.
"... Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo frowned, "he actually..."
"I want to break up with you?" Cannon added.
"You want to go back, right?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"What's the matter?" Cannon said. "He has to be obedient to you, right? What can he do to make you 'actually'?"
"He scolded me." Jiang Kuo said.
The speed of the cannon dropped, and he turned to look at him: "I don't believe this."
"It's not scolding," Jiang Kuo tutted, "I said I'm on my way home now, and he's weird."
Cannon couldn't help laughing: "What did you say?"
"Send me a question mark first," Jiang Kuo said, "and then say I'm nothing interesting, just fucking unhappy! He's not happy anymore, am I on my way home now! He's still drinking there. Well, I haven't said that I'm just unhappy, he hung up the phone!"
Cannon laughed.
"Pao Zhenyu, let me tell you, we broke up with each other." Jiang Kuo said.
"Fuck," Cannon shouted, "what's the matter with me? What kind of diplomatic strategy is it for you to break up with me if you two are upset!"
"Shut up." Jiang Kuo said.
"Don't close!" said the cannon.
"Now someone calls you a cannonball and you take off?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Mr. Hu." Cannon corrected him.
"Shut up." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'm jealous," said Cannon. "Isn't it normal to be jealous? I'm so angry."
"He was jealous before!" Jiang Kuo said.
"Then he's never been jealous before," said Cannon.
"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo paused, "Isn't this more annoying?"
"...you go to sleep," said Cannon.
"Can't sleep." Jiang Kuo said.
"I just kicked you, did you fucking wake up tomorrow at noon, do you believe it?" Duan Feifei pointed at the person on the opposite side who had been pulled away by his friend, "It's already over, you're not done yet, right?"
The man on the opposite side struggled unconvincingly, his mouth full of relatives.
In the corner of Duan Feifei's vision, he saw a figure pick up a beer bottle with lightning speed, and without thinking, he quickly raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm.
"Come on! I am willing to go to the detention center for you!" Sure enough, it was Fan Jiabao.
However, Fan Jiabao, who was rushing forward with the bottle, was dragged by Duan Feifei's arm and failed to rush into the attack range. With Duan Feifei's hand as the center, he drew a semi-circle, and the bottle in his hand hit the group with a bang. people's feet.
"You're not going, are you?" Duan Feifei asked in a calm voice looking over there.
The bearded gang and a few friends of Fan Jiabao immediately began to circle over there.
The other party finally pulled away.
"Fuck," Fan Jiabao kicked a broken bottle at their backs, then turned to look at Duan Feifei's hand still clutching his arm, "It's about to break."
Duan Feifei let go.
"You're so awesome," Fan Jiabao patted his shoulder. "You can make a fucking big deal. If you don't stop me, I'll be in the bureau tonight and he'll be in the hospital."
"I'm mainly afraid of being implicated in the game. I still have a lot of things to do." Duan Feifei said.
"Fuck," Fan Jiabao laughed, "I just need a calm friend like you. I want to know you earlier, and I don't have to go in several times a year."
Duan Feifei glanced at him, not knowing what to say.
Although he is also a child of a wealthy family, Jiang Kuo is excellent in all aspects...
Thinking of Jiang Kuo, Duan Feifei touched the phone in his pocket.
"There's still a little wine," Fan Jiabao sat back at the table, "don't waste it, go home and sleep after you're done."
Duan Feifei sat back, took out his phone and glanced at it.
There is no phone call from Jiang Kuo and no news of JK921.
Duan Feifei is actually very dizzy now. He can still drink a few sips of beer, but he can't hold it for a long time.
Even so, he can still remember what he just said.
accurate.
Simply unhappy.
… what.
He put the phone back in his pocket, rubbed his face, and looked at his shoes.
Jiang Kuo should be a little unhappy, after all, what he said seemed a little unreasonable.
He didn't send a message or call Jiang Kuo right away.
At this stage, he doesn't know if it's suitable or not.
Yes, at this stage, in fact, I don't know if it's appropriate to be jealous.
But he had to admit it.
After speaking, he was inexplicably cool.
Although he is still upset when he thinks of the scene where Jiang Kuo took the photo, Jiang Kuo is obviously not happy after saying it, but he is still a little bit relieved suddenly for no reason.
Fan Jiabao's beer can was stretched out in front of him. He took the half-can of beer he drank on his table for an hour and touched it with him, then tilted his neck and licked it.
"Fuck you," Fan Jiabao looked at him, "actor, magician, you can't finish a can of wine in one night."
"You are biased," Duan Fei counted the jars at his feet, "How many of these..."
"You fucking took it from the beard," Fan Jiabao said, "if I didn't see it."
Duan Feifei was stunned for a while, then smiled: "Your eyes are pretty good."
"You." Fan Jiabao said.
"I really can't drink. If you ask the beard, they will know that I really have a cup." Duan Feifei sighed, "If you want to be drunk so much, Jiang Kuo will come back and ask him to drink."
"Really?" Fan Jiabao said, "No one can drink me down yet!"
"Before you were drunk, you were beaten down." Duan Feifei said.
Fan Jiabao smiled and clicked his tongue: "Jiang Kuo may not be able to drink with me. He is quite arrogant. He is different from people like me, and his eyes can't look down on him."
"It's not like that," Duan Feifei said. "He's just that character. It's good to know others well, and he's loyal."
Fan Jiabao thought for a while before nodding: "Okay, when he comes back, I really want to make a friend like him."
Jiang Kuo slept in the morning until almost noon before getting up. When he went downstairs, only Jiang Liao was running around with a small cardboard drawing in the sun room.
"Where are the people?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Rescue the small courtyard," Jiang Liao said, "there's another person who held a secret meeting who hasn't come back."
"Haven't been back all night? Now? Have a meeting?" Jiang Kuo asked. The last time President Jiang didn't return to the meeting was when he was in elementary school.
"Well." Jiang nodded.
"Is it okay?" Jiang Kuo said as he took out his phone.
"The phone has no signal, I just called." Jiang Liao said.
"Is this a meeting or a war?" Jiang Kuo was immediately worried, "Does anyone else know?"
"Those who can be found and asked will not know," Jiang Liao waved his hand, "Don't panic."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, walked to Jiang Liao, sat down opposite, and sighed.
"Mr. Jiang must know that his precious son is so worried about him," Jiang glanced at him, "I don't know what it will be like to be successful."
"Did his precious daughter not sleep well all night?" Jiang Kuo looked at Jiang.
"I haven't slept well." Jiang Liao said.
"Have you lost sleep again?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well, it's not because of Dad, I'm just periodic," Jiang Liao frowned, "Do you have any work there? Give me a little more distraction."
"If you want to say that, it's too much," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll make a list for you when I'm free."
"That shop visit, I'll take someone to shoot," Jiang Liao said, "I'll go with you."
Jiang Kuo looked at her, and after a while he said softly, "Would you like to talk to the doctor first?"
"It's an appointment," Jiang sighed, teased Benben with his feet, lowered his head and continued to draw, "Jiang Kuo, if I die, I will give you everything."
"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "I feel like returning the things to me."
Jiang Liao smiled: "I didn't take much from you."
"Call me first if you have anything," Jiang Kuo said, "don't always think I'm unreliable."
"You are the most reliable." Jiang Liao said.
"Yes." Jiang Kuo said.
"You talk like Duan Feifei." Jiang Liao said.
"It's the same ass," Jiang Kuo said, "you have eaten with him once, and you know it again."
"I'll find out after a few words." Jiang Liao smiled.
"I'm not like him who is yin and yang," Jiang Kuo said.
"Oh." Jiang said.
"Oh what?" Jiang Kuo snorted.
"A quarrel?" Jiang Dao asked.
"Does he dare to quarrel with me?" Jiang Kuo said.
"He must have dared to make you so upset," Jiang Lian laughed, "Jiang Kuo, you really can't hide anything."
"I'm going to eat." Jiang Kuo got up, rubbed the Benben dog's head, and turned to go to the restaurant.
He can still hide some things, or he won't feel that both of them are tired and need to take a step back, but many times he will be seen because he is not very skilled.
That being said, Duan Feifei must have been able to sense that he was upset yesterday.
Not to mention whether he can hide or not, Duan Feifei is a top-notch player who is very personable and observant.
So now he knew that he was upset, he actually took him all night without a phone call or news.
what!
You are finished, Duan Feifei!
The call of Duan Feifei, which was about to end, came when Jiang Kuo was after lunch, hugging the computer and chatting with Jiang Liao about the details of the promotional video shot by others.
When Jiang Kuo saw his name, he held the mobile phone and counted in his heart, and he didn't answer the phone until he was about to stop.
Then I heard that Duan Feifei hung up the phone at the same time he connected.
"Fuck!" Jiang Kuo looked at the screen, so impatient!
Jiang Liao smiled silently beside him.
Duan Feifei called again soon after a second call.
Jiang Kuo waited three times before picking up the phone: "Huh?"
"Are you up?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
"I... drank a little more yesterday," Duan Feifei said, "I just slept and didn't wake up until now."
"That's still not enough," Jiang Kuo said. "Sleep until you wake up at night to save three meals."
Duan Feifei smiled: "It's not that much money, I'm quite rich with public funds now."
Jiang Kuo snorted: "I thought Fan Jiabao had another treat."
"No," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "Yesterday I went to see the room I rented for my dad, and I happened to bump into him, so..."
"I didn't target him, don't put the pot on his head." Jiang Kuo said.
"No, I'm not explaining it." Duan Feifei said.
"What's there to explain." Jiang Kuo said.
Jiang Liao got up, shook his head and ran to the backyard.
"Then do I need to explain that I hung up?" Duan Feifei suppressed his voice.
"Don't you need to explain your question mark and why you are upset?" Jiang Kuo said, "I haven't said anything from the afternoon to midnight when you and Fan Jiabao were tired."
"You didn't say... Yes, I'm just unhappy," Duan Feifei said, "I don't know what's wrong. I still feel unhappy when I think about it now. I know it's unnecessary, but I'm just unhappy."
Jiang Kuo was so unhappy that he didn't know what to say next.
After a while of silence, he couldn't help but turn his head away and laugh.
"Are you laughing?" Duan Feifei still suppressed his voice.
"Where are you?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Sneaky."
"In the store," said Duan Feifei, "helping the old uncle and the others to pack up, they are all human."
"Leave a little bit before cleaning up too much," Jiang Kuo said. "After finding someone, I want to be a shop explorer and take a picture of the old shop. The old shop looks better when photographed."
"Today is mainly to clean up the upstairs, the first floor has not been moved very much," Duan Feifei said, "There are some that can't be demolished... I won't take them away. The new store is almost all there."
"Well," Jiang Kuo said, "I also want to see the old shop again, where I worked for the first time."
"What date do you... come back?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I was thinking about tomorrow," Jiang Kuo glanced in the direction of the living room, "but now it may be a day later."
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked immediately.
"Jiang's head office has encountered some problems," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice, "I'm a little worried, stay for another day to see the situation."
"Is it troublesome?" Duan Feifei asked again.
"I don't know, don't tell me in detail," Jiang Kuo said, "but I should be able to handle it, Mr. Jiang, the old fox."
"Oh, that's good." Duan Feifei breathed a sigh of relief.
After chatting a few more words with Duan Feifei, he hung up the phone. Jiang Kuo stretched and laughed again when he was half lazy.
He insisted on stretching his lazy waist, fell on the sofa and rubbed his face.
Originally, I thought it was not very pleasant, but after answering the phone, I felt that the sun was shining outside.
Duan Feifei was jealous. Although the thought that he was jealous according to Cannon's analysis proved that he had never been jealous before, Jiang Kuo was more concerned about not this, but what he said.
This was something Jiang Kuo didn't expect, and Duan Feifei's tone yesterday was even a bit rushed.
But he likes it.
A little tugging.
Of course, I was a little angry when I heard it last night, mainly because I was caught off guard. Now that I think about it again, I slowly become happy.
He was so happy that he could temporarily ignore this man and Fan Jiabao from noon to midnight, from coffee to barbecue, from landlord to partner.
You can keep this in mind and clear it up later.
President Jiang came back at about noon, with a tired face that had not slept all night, but his spirits were good and his eyes were bright. After entering the door, he sat in the restaurant and urged Aunt Liu to cook some noodles.
"Did it go well?" Jiang Kuo stood on the stairs, poking his head and looking at him.
"It's good to care about me generously," President Jiang said, "Am I your biological father?"
Jiang Kuo went down the stairs and sat next to the dining table: "Do you still want to go out?"
"Don't need it for the time being, just wait and see what happens," President Jiang rolled up his shirt sleeves, "How are you talking to?"
"It's almost done, she..." Jiang Kuo glanced at the backyard, "I made an appointment with the doctor, and she brought someone over to find me after she was done."
"Well, she's been in a bad state recently," President Jiang said. "She went to stay with you more. It's okay to miss classes.
"I won't fail the class if I miss a class." Jiang Kuo said.
"You were very unsure last semester," President Jiang snorted. "That's pretty confident. If you didn't know, you thought you went to Yang Ke's school."
Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and stopped talking.
"You passed tomorrow, right?" President Jiang asked.
"The day after tomorrow." Jiang Kuo said.
President Jiang glanced at him, turned his head and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Kuo said.
"I'll be back tomorrow," President Jiang waved at him. "It's not yet to the point where you need to be kind and filial to your son."
"Understood!" Jiang Kuo stood up, then don't act like a father's kindness and filial piety like eating noodles with his father.
"Your shop is going to be launched soon," President Jiang said. "You may not know more about business than Duan Feifei. You may have followed my major projects a lot, and the angle of doing things may not be suitable for a business like sauce beef. Some things should be listened to to the extraordinary."
Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Huh?"
"Don't be unconvinced," President Jiang said. "He knows more than you about making sauced beef. If he can grow bigger in the future, he may have to listen to you. At this stage, you can still think more about his ideas."
"... Mm." Jiang Kuo responded and walked slowly to the living room. After two steps, he couldn't help but look back at President Jiang.
President Jiang picked up a chopsticks noodle and was looking at him: "Want to take a bite?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, turned around and left.
There is nothing wrong with President Jiang's words, but he may be guilty of being a thief, and he always feels a little strange to listen to, and where did President Jiang know about Duan Feifei? , once when I came to play at home... By the way, there was also the time to rescue Cannon.
Jiang Kuo turned to look again.
"Eat or not!" President Jiang slapped the table.
"Don't eat." Jiang Kuo said.