Duan Feifei didn't control his eyebrows, raised them high, and quickly retracted them.
"Isn't it?" Jiang Kuo still poked at his forehead, lowered his eyelids and looked at him, his eyelashes blocked his eyes, so he couldn't see clearly.
Duan Feifei was not sure what Jiang Kuo thought, or guessed something. Although Jiang Kuo was a person who did not hide his emotions, he was also President Jiang's own son after all. If he really wanted to deceive him, he couldn't hide it.
It's just that Duan Feifei is in a dilemma now.
When President Jiang came to find him, Jiang always clearly stated that he could not mention it, and it would easily lead to family conflicts. He had already told Jiang Kuo about what he had seen with President Jiang, and later helped to pick up lawyer Jiang. He didn't say that he couldn't tell Jiang Kuo, but he was also looking for him behind Jiang Kuo's back, and he also told Jiang Kuo...
In this way, he has sold President Jiang twice.
He sold his boyfriend's father twice, although he sold it to his own son, but after all, it was also sold.
But on the other side, it was difficult for him to deal with Jiang Kuo.
He met with President Jiang without the knowledge of Jiang Kuo, and worked for President Jiang. Although this is Jiang Kuo's biological father, he is still a layer away from Jiang Kuo's biological boyfriend. For his boyfriend's father, he betrayed him. boyfriend...
This sounds like something.
The point is that even if he said that he didn't tell President Jiang at this moment, it was found out by President Jiang himself, and his own boyfriend might not believe it.
When confronted with President Jiang, he really wasn't sure whether the old fox who would cheat like President Jiang would really cheat.
Quite a dilemma.
"I really didn't tell him anything," Duan Feifei confessed very sincerely, "I don't have the guts."
"I can believe that you didn't say anything," Jiang Kuo narrowed his eyes, "but I really don't believe that President Jiang doesn't know anything."
"Then you can't ask me," Duan Feifei quickly seized the opportunity to throw the blame, "you have to ask President Jiang."
Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and did not speak.
"He probably just thought that Jiang Lu was taken over by me. Now that the person is leaving, he should also call me..." Duan Feifei made a friendly speculation.
"Who told you Jiang Lu was leaving?" Jiang Kuo said, "I only said that I had dinner with Jiang Lu, not that he was leaving."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei felt that he was sober up, "I really guessed this, I really don't know, it's been a long time since people have been here, and the case should have been dealt with at a stage, or else I don't need to invite people to invite people like this. …”
"You really guessed this," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "what things did you really know by guessing?"
"...Fuck," Duan Feifei was shocked, "Jiang Kuo, no matter how I talk to you, there are pits everywhere!"
"Also?" Jiang Kuo thought again, "Is it okay to talk to President Jiang..."
"Jiang Kuo! Kuo Kuo! Kuo'er!" Duan Feifei interrupted him quickly, "Don't dig a hole for me, I drink a lot of alcohol, and I really can't turn my head around you right now."
"I won't tease you," Jiang Kuo laughed, "I just don't understand why President Jiang cares about you so much, and wants to take you with him for everything."
"Is there a possibility," Duan Feifei said, "your boyfriend is a very good person."
"Oh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Did President Jiang also find out?"
"Well," Duan Feifei decided to sell President Jiang a little more, "he said that if I studied management or something in his company..."
"Did you accept it?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.
"How is that possible," Duan Feifei waved his hand, "His own son doesn't follow him, can I?"
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Duan Feifei."
"Ah." Duan Feifei responded.
"You really drink too much." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yeah!" Duan Feifei nodded.
Jiang Kuo looked down at him for a while, then smiled: "It's pretty cute."
"Yeah!" Duan Feifei nodded again. Jiang Kuo flicked on his face, frowned and thought for a while: "If you refuse, this possibility is gone, Jiang is always a businessman, and an old fox businessman, even if he admires another person, he wants to cultivate this person. Man, if this person clearly refuses, he will not be able to spend any more energy on him, unless it is his little love... "
"Hey!" Duan Feifei glared at Jiang Kuo, "Bao'er, I don't want to talk nonsense!"
Jiang Kuo smiled happily: "What?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Duan Feifei shouted.
"Shh..." Jiang Kuo pinched his mouth, "The aunt downstairs will come up and beat you later."
Duan Feifei was still firmly humming a few times while he pinched his mouth.
"Never mind," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back and ask him then."
"Yes!" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo didn't really want to tangle with Duan Feifei about President Jiang's matter, but he was a little anxious because of Uncle Duan's state and wanted to interrupt him.
Of course, not entangled does not mean that Jiang Kuo does not suspect that Duan Feifei and President Jiang have private transactions, but if he really asks, he can't ask. The old fox wouldn't give him such an important matter of picking up people.
It's just that Jiang Kuoxian felt that President Jiang must know something, and even if he didn't tell Duan Feifei, he was tacit.
As a result, Jiang Kuo was very upset.
My son, was excluded from the camp by my father and boyfriend.
Where are you going to reason
"You..." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and asked Duan Feifei to take a bath and rest, but found that the man had stopped moving. Falling asleep after drinking is really a reserved item, even if you talk for a long time even if you are frightened and frightened, you can do it after the fright is over.
"Go to sleep." Jiang Kuo put the back of his head in his pocket and moved it a little, trying to get a cushion for him, but with a slip of his hand, he threw Duan Feifei's head directly on the sofa.
The edge of the sofa is made of wood, and Duan Feifei's head knocked on the edge.
tom!
Jiang Kuo quickly pushed his head in, pretending that nothing happened just now.
To make up for it, he went to the house and took out a pillow, which was more comfortable than a cushion.
When he put the pillow under Duan Feifei's head, he touched the back of Duan Feifei's head again.
Still a perfect round back of the head, no bulge.
Jiang Kuo breathed a sigh of relief.
Duan Feifei slept very deeply. Jiang Kuo had known him for so long, and it was the first time he had seen him slept so deeply. Even if he was drunk before, he would wake up within an hour or two. Today, he fell and was knocked down. Brain didn't wake up.
Jiang Kuo watched today's sales for a while, read Yang Ke's work report, and went to take a shower. More than two hours had passed after tossing, and Duan Feifei didn't even change his posture.
"Duan Feifei?" Jiang Kuo patted his face, "Handsome?"
The handsome Duan Feifei did not respond.
Jiang Kuo kissed him on the face, saw that his waist was twisted a little, and wanted to straighten his body.
But it didn't push it twice.
Jiang Kuo sighed, stood up and grabbed Duan Feifei's neckline, this is really a familiar action.
He dragged Duan Feifei by the neckline and straightened his body.
Not bad this time, the clothes were not torn by him.
After all, he is Boss Duan, and the quality of his clothes is better than before.
After standing up straight, he noticed that the dress on Duan Feifei was last year.
... Boss Xiao Jiang has some numbers on his hands. This is it.
Duan Feifei slept all night, and didn't even get up early in the morning. He suddenly jumped up from the sofa at about nine o'clock.
Jiang Kuo was standing next to the sofa, holding his mobile phone and preparing to order takeout. When he jumped, Jiang Kuo almost slapped the mobile phone into his face.
"Aren't you afraid of waking up when you wake up like this?" Jiang Kuo glared at him.
Duan Feifei was stunned for a while before he seemed to wake up. He hugged him with a smile, and patted him on the back a few times: "I can't dodge, my waist is fine."
"Really?" Jiang Kuo raised his tone.
"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei bumped his hips against him, "Is your memory so bad, Xiao Kuokuo?"
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo laughed, "it's early in the morning."
Duan Feifei walked to the bathroom with a smile: "The most majestic in the morning."
"...Are you excited today?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Um-na!" Duan Feifei replied loudly in the bathroom.
Duan Feifei was in a good mood. The gloomy feeling yesterday was washed away by the joy of "I have a father again".
I slept very well last night. I had a lot of dreams, all about my childhood. I don't know if I have a father. I just remember that I was very happy, but I can't remember exactly what I was happy about.
"What would you like to eat, Duan Feifei?" Jiang Kuo asked outside.
"Eat you." Duan Feifei said.
"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Kuo opened the bathroom door and looked at him, "Put away your choppy waves."
"Eat small wontons." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and started poking around on the phone.
"Is it not?" Duan Feifei smiled.
"It's okay, I'll look for it," Jiang Kuo said. "Our boss Duan wants to eat, and he will find the dragon meat for him."
"Just the breakfast set at the door." Duan Feifei kissed him on the forehead.
Kiss the toothpaste foam on the forehead.
Jiang Kuo was stunned when he saw the toothpaste on his forehead in the mirror, and immediately patted his forehead, then twisted the water and poured several handfuls of water on his face.
Duan Feifei looked at him from the side: "Aren't you?"
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"As for what!" Duan Feifei shouted, "A little bit of toothpaste is poisonous!"
"As for." Jiang Kuo wiped the water on his face.
"Poverty is exquisite." Duan Feifei snorted.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him, took his mobile phone and continued to dig.
"Fine." Duan Feifei corrected his statement.
Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing: "What should I do?"
"I can't bear it, what can I do," Duan Feifei said, "I'll pick him up if I'm poor, but if I'm rich, I can only get used to it. People are rich."
Jiang Kuo shook the screen of his mobile phone at him while enjoying himself: "Is the soymilk set? I really didn't find the little wontons."
"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.
After breakfast, Jiang Kuo was going to go to Niu San Dao, watch with Yang Ke for a day, walk around the process, and see if there are any problems. Duan Feifei had to go see Uncle Duan.
"Are you nervous?" Jiang Kuo drove the car and glanced at Duan Feifei.
"Don't be nervous now," Duan Feifei said, "I might be nervous when I meet someone later, I'm afraid I won't be able to find something to say."
"If you can't find something to say, don't say it," Jiang Kuo said. "It's embarrassing to say it forcibly."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei smiled and turned to look at him, "Mr. Jiang, when will you go back?"
"It's almost the end of the month," Jiang Kuo said, "do you want to come with me?"
"Yes," Duan Feifei said, "President Jiang has spoken."
"It's really positive." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "Aren't you going to accompany your father?"
"Eating a meal won't take two days," Duan Feifei said. "The main reason is that I will miss you, so I can stay for two more days if I have the chance."
Duan Feifei said this very naturally, as if he was talking about what to eat in the afternoon, but Jiang Kuo felt his heart beating wildly and couldn't help but glance at Duan Feifei.
"Really." Duan Feifei said.
"I know." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
Across the market, across the street, is the community where Duan Feifan rents a house for his father.
Fan Jiabao has several suites in this community, and the one he rented is a small one, and it should be fine for his father to live in.
After Duan Feifei knocked on the door, Dad quickly came over in his pajamas and opened the door.
Dad didn't have the habit of sleeping in pajamas. In Duan Fei's memory, he always slept shirtless, or wore a vest. When he saw him in pajamas, he was stunned.
"You bought this thing?" Dad tugged at his pajamas.
"No." Duan Feifei answered truthfully, the pajamas were bought by Jiang Kuo, and Jiang Kuo's habit probably requires pajamas to sleep, "but I didn't expect you to wear them."
"I don't know if the times have changed, and I don't let you sleep without wearing pajamas." Dad said.
"...No matter how the times change, I don't care how to sleep." Duan Feifei smiled, "If you're not used to it, don't wear it, just give it to me."
"Is this Jiang Kuo bought?" Dad said, "Children from rich families are particular about it. This kind of thing doesn't need to be done deliberately, it's just like eating and drinking."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei looked at the kitchen. He bought a lot of vegetables and put them in the refrigerator. Dad seemed to make breakfast by himself in the morning.
"I just fried an egg," Dad said. "Did you eat it? I'll fry you two more?"
"Have you eaten," said Duan Feifei, "Is it customary to live in this house?"
"I've never lived in such a nice house before, so I'm not used to it," Dad said. "Is this house expensive?"
"It's okay, it's my friend's house, and the rent is discounted," Duan Feifei said, "I paid for it for half a year first."
"Well," Dad sat down at the table, "I'll pay the rent then."
Duan Feifei was also not polite, and nodded directly: "Okay."
"I think the business of the third child is not bad." Dad said.
"That's your business," Duan Feifei said, "Uncle has always counted your share."
Dad waved his hand: "That's two different things. He is thinking of brotherhood. If I really think so, it's inappropriate."
"Well," Duan Feifei didn't insist, "but sometimes the store is really busy, and they live far away now."
"Then I should help." Dad said.
"Do you have any plans these days?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I have to go to the community or something. Ronaldinho explained it before." Dad said.
"Yes," said Duan Feifei, "I'll drive you there."
"I'll do it myself," Dad said, "you don't have to accompany you, you can go about your business."
"I'll do it now, there's actually nothing to do," Duan Feifei looked at his father, "Our production capacity is so little, and we can't make it if we sell too much."
"Shouldn't that be expanded?" Dad said.
"That's the plan," Duan Feifei nodded, "but we don't have enough manpower right now. Someone has to go to a suitable venue. There are still a lot of requirements, and the rent can't be high."
Dad didn't say anything, just looked at him.
"If you don't think the community's arrangement is appropriate," Duan Feifei said, "If you have time, help me run away? I can't find anyone to run for now, and I can't trust anyone."
Dad still looked at him, as if to taste the meaning of his words.
After a while, he simply said, "Let's talk about it."
Duan Feifei couldn't say anything else for a while, so he fell silent.
Dad went to the house to change clothes and came out. Duan Feifei stood up and was about to drive him to the community.
Dad glanced at him: "I told you not to follow."
"Do you know where it is?" Duan Feifei said, "I've been there before."
"What are you doing?" Dad's voice suddenly increased, "What are you doing!"
"I'll go and find out about the policy first," Duan Feifei was stunned, not understanding why Dad was so excited all of a sudden, "Ask in advance, and we'll know what's going on when you come over again."
"Is there anything wrong with me going and finding out on my own?" Dad was still a little excited, "Do you have to go there and show your face first, so that people know that you are my son?"
When Duan Feifei heard this sentence, he suddenly realized why his father was so excited.
"I don't think it's okay for people to know that we are father and son." Duan Feifei said, "You're not my dad, so what about my dad?"
"Is it honorable?" Dad said. "Is it honorable to have a dad who can't do anything after ten years in prison? Is it honorable to let everyone know about it?"
Duan Feifei was silent for two seconds, and a dozen answers went through his mind, all kinds of reasoning, all kinds of crying, but in the end he only said two words: "Glory."
Dad was stunned.
"I'll drive the car over, you'll wait for me downstairs," Duan Feifei said, "or are you strolling with me?"
Dad paused for a while: "What car?"
"Jiang Kuo's Bentley." Duan Feifei said.
"Is it right?" Dad asked.
"Suitable." Duan Feifei said.
"...Okay," Dad hesitated for a while, and suddenly lost his anger before, "Let's walk over together, it's not a few steps away."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei turned around and opened the door and walked out. After thinking about it, he turned around, "Where's the key you gave to my uncle yesterday?"
"Here." Dad took the key from behind the door, and when he handed it to him, he asked, "Are you going to live here?" "Well." Duan Feifei put away the key.
"Aren't you..." Dad lowered his voice, "Do you live with Jiang Kuo?"
"Huh?" Duan Feifei was stunned and looked at him.
"Your old aunt said that Jiang Kuo also rented a room next to the school." Dad said.
Duan Feifei didn't speak, stared at his father's face, and began to study his eyes and expressions, wondering whether his father knew or not.
"Don't stare at me like that," Dad took a step back. "It's scary, you've really grown up, and you're very majestic."
"Dad, is there anything else you want to say?" Duan Feifei smiled.
"What?" Dad looked at him, "A last word, kill me after that."
"What a mess." Duan Feifei said.
"Are you going to tell me something?" Dad asked.
Duan Feifei felt that his father was quite calm, so he walked back into the room and closed the door. There are some things that should be said when the atmosphere is up, and there is no need to wait for an opportunity.
"Jiang Kuo and I," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "It's not an ordinary classmate, friend, partner relationship."
"Yeah." Dad nodded.
"We..." Duan Feifei was still somewhat uneasy and embarrassed. He subconsciously took a long shoehorn by the door and knocked on the shoe cabinet, "We are... living together."
Dad looked at the shoehorn in his hand and said nothing.
Duan Feifei didn't wait for his response, followed his line of sight and hung the shoehorn in his hand back on the wall.
Dad seemed relieved.
Duan Feifei was a little speechless. He didn't know if his father was used to it before, and he felt that he would fight him with a shoehorn at any time.
"You don't have to be nervous," Dad said. "Your mother told me to leave you alone. Young people have their own ideas. Times are different. We don't understand."
"Have you contacted my mother?" Duan Feifei asked.
"She called your uncle," Dad said. "She went to the store yesterday to chat for a while."
"Being my old uncle's face?" Duan Feifei asked immediately.
"How is that possible, your uncle avoided it." Dad said.
"Oh." Duan Feifei responded.
I don't know what to say next.
Dad broke the deadlock and leaned closer to Duan Feifei's ear: "I'll just say, are you trying too hard?"
"What?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.
"Just," Dad rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "you don't have any other tricks if you want people's money?"
Duan Feifei was stunned for ten seconds before he let out a shocking shout: "Duan Yingjie? What are you thinking?"