There is a good-tasting porridge shop in the alley opposite the hospital. It belongs to the kind of small shop that Jiang Kuo would come to eat when he made a detour before, and it is not too dirty. Before returning home, he went to the porridge shop to pack ten pieces of boat porridge, and some more. Snacks, carried back to the hospital door.
Cannon slept very sweetly in his dad's car.
"I regret buying this pile of food now," Jiang Kuo looked at the cannon inside through the car window, "He doesn't deserve it."
Duan Feifei knocked on the car window.
The cannon is still sweet.
However, a few people from the engineering department next to them saw them and came over.
"It's very hard at night," Jiang Kuo said. "You guys have a late-night snack."
"Why are you so polite," said one person, "Mr. Jiang paid us enough overtime pay."
"It's different." Jiang Kuo said briefly.
A few people smiled and did not refuse any more. They happily divided the porridge and snacks together, and took them back to their respective cars to eat.
When he turned around, Duan Feifei found that the rear car window was down at some point, and Cannon was looking at them expectantly.
"Kuo'er," the artillery called Jiang Kuo, "it's earth-shattering."
"No more for you." Jiang Kuo said, "Go to sleep."
"I still have two pockets in my hand when I'm blind." Cannon opened the car door and prepared to get down.
Jiang Kuo pushed the door back directly.
"You two won't go home yet," said Cannon. "It's been so long since you've been messing around with me."
"Here." Duan Feifei passed the food to Cannon from the window.
"Praise you for sleeping soundly." Jiang Kuo said.
"Fuck," Cannon laughed, "are you two going back tomorrow?"
"He will come back," Jiang Kuo said, "I will come back the day after tomorrow."
"That's all right," said Cannon. "We'll hang out tomorrow."
After getting into the car, Duan Feifei felt a little emotional: "Mr. Jiang is a crisis, but there are still many people who can be trusted."
"He's better at making friends than I am," Jiang Kuo started the car, "Many old people in the company really watched me grow up... So it's hard for me to encounter such a thing this time, I don't know what President Jiang is up to. Feel."
"It's good to know the person clearly," Duan Feifei said. "If you don't find it, you will suffer even more, and such a person is not worth suffering."
"In the past, I sometimes saw other companies fighting for power and property, and I felt that it was very far away, and I felt that it would not happen to President Jiang. As for those people around him, who did not rise and fall all the way." Jiang Kuo sighed.
"Do you want to remind me?" Duan Feifei said, "Although we may not be able to achieve the scale of President Jiang, but..."
"Why can't we?" Jiang Kuo was very unconvinced, "When we have stabilized the channels this year and the product line is no longer a problem, I will ask President Jiang for investment in the new year. If you say that we don't have enough money, we may not be able to do much at once. , but we must have enough money, he didn't start from scratch at the beginning, relying on his father, then I certainly won't start from scratch, and I have to rely on my father, so the comparison is fair."
"...Is this the point I'm talking about?" Duan Feifei listened happily.
"I don't think you can. Others are not sure. It doesn't matter if you encounter it, just solve it." Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "If it were you... I'd recognize it."
"Then I'll leave it here, it can't be me." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo quickly took out his mobile phone, ordered the recording, and threw it on his lap: "Speak for yourself."
"I'll leave it here," Duan Feifei picked up the phone, "Whether it's business or love, I won't cheat on you."
"Who are you, no one will cheat you." Jiang Kuo said.
"Fuck," Duan Feifei laughed, "As expected of President Jiang's own son, he is very strict."
"Hurry up." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
"I, Duan Feifei, because I'm very handsome, I'm called Duan Yingjun," Duan Feifei said again, "I'll leave it here, whether it's business or love, I won't cheat Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo, because very Money is given the nickname Jiang Youmoan."
Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time.
"How is it?" Duan Feifei played the recording again, "Why is my voice so strange, it feels like listening to me and Duan Xiaohao sing."
"I'm not used to listening." Jiang Kuo said.
"Did you hear that right?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I knew it was you as soon as I heard it," Jiang Kuo said, "I knew it was you when you took a breath."
When the car drove back to Dingjiang Manor, the security guard saw Jiang Kuo's car, walked out of the duty room, and bent over to look in the car window. "Is it so strict now?" Duan Feifei said.
"I don't know, maybe I'm afraid that someone will sneak in." Jiang Kuo lowered the window and shouted at the security guard, "Me!"
"Are you back?" The security guard smiled when he saw Jiang Kuo.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded, and the car drove in.
This community is still as imposing as when Duan Feifei first came here, but it is a little more energetic than in winter, with large areas of thick green and blooming flowers.
"What kind of flowers?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Most of them are Chinese roses," Jiang Kuo said. "My mother likes it, so I plant a lot of properties."
"Do you have anything in particular? Flowers, or something else." Duan Feifei turned his head and asked him.
"Me?" Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "No."
"Don't you have anything?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Aren't there any hobbies?"
Jiang Kuo continued to think, and then clicked his tongue: "Do you see me as someone who has any hobbies?"
"Skiing? Horseback riding? Swimming? Skydiving? Archery? Racing?" Duan Feifei said, "With so many skills, do you like none of them?"
"Just..." Jiang Kuo frowned and thought for a while, "I really never thought about your question."
"Your rich school, didn't the teacher ask you to write about my hobbies?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.
"I did," Jiang Kuo said, "what I wrote was reading books."
Duan Feifei laughed so loudly that he couldn't hold it back.
"What?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "You are on my site, can you be more restrained?"
"The main reason is that I haven't seen you reading, but it's coming soon," Duan Feifei said. "You should start reading your textbooks next week, and you have an exam."
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel, "I think I might fail the class."
"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "I'll accompany you."
"... This kind of thing doesn't need to be so affectionate." Jiang Kuo said.
"Mainly, it's not that I don't want to be affectionate," Duan Feifei said. "Isn't that a pass."
"Fuck." Jiang Kuo honked his horn with a smile.
There was a dog barking in the distance.
"It's Ben Ben." Duan Feifei said.
"Okay," Jiang Kuo said, "Can you hear this?"
"Benben is cat-like when he meows," Duan Feifei said, "It sounds very squeamish."
When the car passed through the gate, Ben Ben, cat-like, stuck out his head from the railing, and Jiang Kuo reached out the window and waved: "Ben."
Benben immediately called again, followed the car in the railing, and then circled into the garage.
Duan Feifei just opened the car door when Benben jumped directly onto his lap.
"Ouch..." Duan Feifei hugged it and got out of the car, "This dog is strong."
"Jiang Kuo—" Aunt Liu's voice came over, "Are you back?"
"Yes!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Me and Duan Feifei."
"Do you want something to eat?" Aunt Liu asked.
"No need," Jiang Kuo said, "do you have yogurt?"
"Yes, I'll get it for you."
Aunt Liu has a very good relationship with Jiang Kuo's family. She suddenly saw Jiang Kuo during a non-holiday, and something happened to President Jiang. After she took the yogurt, she stood beside Jiang Kuo and looked at him.
"I'm fine," Jiang Kuo said, "my dad is fine."
"I haven't looked at you for a long time," Aunt Liu smiled. "Your mother said that your shop is doing well, isn't she busy?"
"It's alright," Jiang Kuo said. "The production has returned to the extraordinary stage. Yang Ke has done all the piecemeal things, and I'm just pointing fingers."
"Almost," Aunt Liu said, "your dad can just point fingers."
Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei laughed together.
"He ended up fighting in person," Jiang Kuo said.
"Don't imitate him!" Aunt Liu said immediately.
"I can't learn this," Jiang Kuo said, "I am more quiet."
"You're afraid of trouble and lazy," Aunt Liu said. "You can't move your mouth if you can."
"As expected of someone who watched Jiang Kuo grow up," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "Accurate."
"Is Xiao Duan staying at home today?" Aunt Liu said, "I'm going to tidy up the guest room, and I've put away the bedding."
Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo nodded: "Well, just lay it down and cover it. He will go back to school tomorrow morning, and I will leave the day after tomorrow."
"Yo," Aunt Liu said, "then I have to buy some food tomorrow. Your parents haven't been at home very much these two days, and I haven't prepared any food."
"I can eat noodles," Jiang Kuo said. "I can't eat noodles at home at school."
"Okay!" Aunt Liu happily went upstairs.
"Didn't I lie on the bed in your nightclub at night?" Duan Feifei asked in a low voice, "And let Aunt Liu spend all this effort to clean up the guest room?"
"It's already a big deal when someone enters my house. If someone else sleeps in a bed with me," Jiang Kuo said, "Why is your brain suddenly not working?"
"Ah." Duan Feifei leaned back in the chair with a smile, "I was frightened by the nightclub bed."
It wasn't too early. Aunt Liu quickly packed the guest room on the third floor.
"We're resting," Jiang Kuo told her, "you should rest earlier too."
"Go to sleep," Aunt Liu waved, "I'll wait for your mother to come back. She slept late these two days. I'll chat with her for a while."
"... Hmm." Jiang Kuo nodded.
After entering the elevator, Duan Feifei looked at him: "You can stay with your mother for a while tomorrow. She doesn't seem to care, but she is still worried."
"Well." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sighed softly.
When he raised his eyes and saw Duan Feihan, he raised his eyebrows again.
"Why?" Duan Feifei said, "Do you change your emotions so freely?"
"I don't know," Jiang Kuo laughed, "I feel very excited when I see you."
"I'm afraid I didn't see me, but thought of something." Duan Feifei also raised his eyebrows.
"Well." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he immediately turned around and went out, waving his arm: "Follow."
"Okay," Duan Feifei followed, "Boss, which one are you going to hit today?"
Jiang Kuo smiled and pointed to his bedroom door: "This one! Smashed the bed for me!"
This is the second time that Duan Feifei has entered Jiang Kuo's bedroom. Compared to the first time, this time he is inexplicably guilty of being a thief. He always feels that when he turns his head, he can see Aunt Liu's shocked eyes.
"Night light." Jiang Kuo said.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.
The lights in the room slowly lit up from the edge of the ceiling, and the warm and faint halo spread all around, making it warm and comfortable.
"Did you press the switch when you entered the house last time?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo took off his shirt, bent down and took off his trousers, and then threw the clothes into the frame by the door, "There is also a switch, but I usually open the door as soon as I walk in."
Duan Feifei looked at him and said nothing.
"I was embarrassed to tell you before," Jiang Kuo entered the cloakroom and came out with a pile of sportswear and sweatpants in his hand. "Generally, I don't wear outside clothes when I enter the house."
"Am I going out?" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo threw the other set of clothes in his hand to him: "If you want to be beautiful, change it."
Duan Feifei took off his clothes: "But I have to wear that suit tomorrow."
"Wear mine," Jiang Kuo said. "Aunt Liu washed your suit and I took it back."
"...Okay." Duan Feifei threw his clothes together with Jiang Kuo's.
"Take a shower?" Jiang Kuo tilted his head.
Duan Feifei hesitated for a moment: "I'm a little... You should wash it first."
Jiang Kuo stared at him for a while and laughed: "Are you guilty?"
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded honestly, "Aunt Liu is downstairs. Your mother may come back. I was as guilty as I was when I was a kid when my classmates' parents weren't home to play games at other people's houses."
"It's okay," Jiang Kuo entered the bathroom, "don't rush this round."
"...Fuck." Duan Feifei smiled.
The sound of water soon came from the bathroom, and Duan Feifei put on the special bedroom suit that Jiang Kuo had brought him. Although he knew very well that no one could suddenly come in, he was still nervous about having an affair. sense.
Jiang Kuo's bedroom is still quite comfortable. He leaned on the sofa and looked around. Because the usage rate was very low, Jiang Kuo's room was outrageously clean, but not cold, because Jiang Kuo had a lot of knickknacks and gadgets. , placed everywhere, looking interesting and smart.
His experience in designing store shelves probably came from here.
"Turn off the light." Duan Feifei said, wanting to test the light.
But the lights ignored him.
"Open the bright spot." Duan Feifei said again.
The light still ignored him.
"Sleep." Duan Feifei continued the test.
The lights kept ignoring him.
Quite dior.
Duan Feifei snorted.
"Quick," Jiang Kuo threw himself on the bed after taking a shower, turned his head to look at him, "Go wash, I'll put your underwear there for you."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei stared at his back.
"Hey, yes," Jiang Kuo nodded. "Take a second look, you won't have to look at it for a while."
"Fuck." Duan Feifei smiled and turned to enter the bathroom.
There was still heat in the bathroom, and the scent of shower gel like perfume. Duan Feifei boiled water, and when the water poured on him, he almost turned around and broke through the door.
The water temperature!
Killing a chicken and plucking its hair is nothing more than that!
Jiang Kuo was not in the room when he came out of the bathroom.
"Kuo?" Duan Feifei looked at the cloakroom, but he didn't see Jiang Kuo.
Just when he was about to call Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, holding a small yellow paper bag from Meituan in his hand.
"You... ordered a takeaway now?" Duan Feifei was shocked.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he clicked his tongue.
Duan Feifei only reacted after seeing the "Deliver medicine to the door" on the bag, and exclaimed sincerely: "I... fuck."
"I'll be considerate." Jiang Kuo tore open the bag and turned around suddenly to stare at him.
"Why?" Duan Feifei quickly covered his chest.
Jiang Kuo looked down.
He quickly covered it again.
"There are so many dramas!" Jiang Kuo rushed over viciously.
Duan Feifei hurriedly turned around and wanted to run away. He was really afraid that Aunt Liu would hear the movement.
But as soon as he took a step, Jiang Kuo's arm was already wrapped around him, and he pressed down on the bed by inertia, and the two fell on the bed.
Jiang Kuo's mattress was soft but not collapsed, and the moment he lay on it, he felt a sense of drowsiness, but Jiang Kuo's action of panting and pulling on his clothes quickly refreshed him.
"Myself, myself..." Duan Feifei struggled, "don't tear it up again, these are your clothes..."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and while he struggled, he had completed all the work.
Just as Duan Feifei was about to prop up his arms and move his position, he threw him heavily and pushed him back onto the bed.
Then a bite on the back of his neck.
"Ah..." Duan Feifei buried his face in the quilt, "hi—"
Jiang Kuo bit him without letting go, and pinched him again on the waist.
For a social horror bed that has never seen the world, or even seen a few people, this scene is quite shocking to the bed.
The bed has been in this bedroom for five years, and there are only three or five people I have seen, and I rarely see anyone other than the owner of the room.
The scene in front of him, as if spring is coming to the animal world, is really something he has never thought of.
The owner who quietly entered the room was either lying or leaning on him, and now the behavior of a beast with a stalk on the back of his neck was completely different from his usual image.
The bed had to try to identify it several times before confirming that the person who was panting, biting, grabbing and hitting people was indeed the owner of the room.
Omg.
So savage.
The bed felt like it was shaking.
But although it was shocking, it was not so frightening that it trembled.
This trembling was created by that person who was completely different.
He was on top of others and grabbed their hair!
She fear bed knew that he liked to ride horses, and there was one of his favorite old saddles on the bracket in the corner, but She fear bed did not know that he also liked to ride people.
Is there any mysterious similarity here
Just barbaric.
He also pressed the person's face into the pillow, and then said, shouting hard.
what. The bed sighed.
He pressed his face into the pillow and shouted, and the sound was hard to come out, so the bed didn't know whether the person shouted in the pillow, but when his face turned to the side, he was humming all the time, not shouting, humming, or not. panting.
The bed was disturbing.
With its little experience, it is impossible to tell whether the person is in pain or comfort.
He didn't struggle anyway.
The owner of the room bit him, pinched him, and scratched along the scars on his back, but he didn't struggle. Very fantastic game.
At the end of the bath, the two of them were all washed in vain, and they were all sweaty, and they even rubbed against the bed.
This makes the bed a little unhappy.
"Am I broken?" Duan Feifei touched his shoulder, and then touched his back with his back.
"Isn't it?" Jiang Kuo rushed over and took a closer look, "No, but it's red."
"You have a particularly sharp tooth," Duan Feifei turned his head and reached out to squeeze Jiang Kuo's chin, "Let me see."
Before Jiang Kuo could react, his mouth was squeezed open by his skill as if it had been done in a slaughterhouse for ten years, and he swayed to look at it.
"Ah!" Jiang Kuo patted his hand away, "You fucking pick cattle."
"How can there be such a cute cow," Duan Feifei smiled, "the upper tooth on the right is it, it's very sharp."
"Next time, I'll bite on the side." Jiang Kuo leaned on his arm and turned his head to look at him.
"I hope you can still think about it at that time," Duan Feifei got up and whispered, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Why is it suddenly so mysterious?" Jiang Kuo asked. "I don't know," Duan Feifei still suppressed his voice, "maybe it's because of the slow down and a sudden guilty conscience."
"Aunt Liu can't go upstairs, and neither can my mother. Even if they come back, the two of them are just chatting downstairs," Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay!" Duan Feifei raised his arm.
Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed with a smile and went into the bathroom with him.
The bathroom is so big that the two of them would have no problem punching in it.
But they were still huddled together.
"What time does it start tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Have you bought the ticket?"
"Six o'clock, I bought a seven o'clock ticket," Duan Feifei said, "I can catch up with lunch and then go there."
"Well," Jiang Kuo put his head on his shoulder, "then we won't be able to see each other from the morning to the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."
"Well." Duan Feifei responded.
"You are so happy." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's a little bit," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "There's a kind of feeling, so that's what it feels like."
Jiang Kuo was silent for a while before smiling: "Will you miss me?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei rubbed his hair.