picked up a little wolf dog

Jiang Tong almost doubted his own ears. The manager who was still crying at the last moment actually said to him "I'm hungry", did he not jump off the building?

"Well, are you not jumping off the building?"

"Stop dancing." The manager stood up flexibly, and kindly stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Tong, "I'll listen to my brother."

When Jiang Tong stood up, a sense of pride welled up.

Dude, what a cool name!It's really a bit like the dark society boss in Hong Kong movies.

Jiang Tong was wearing the manager's suit, which was too small for the manager, but too big for Jiang Tong.

Like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes, he followed behind the agent, step by step.

They went downstairs from the stairs, another man appeared out of nowhere from the armed police officer brother, but he deeply agreed with his behavior of persuading the jumper out of thin air, after all, this is a "famous" library.

Under the guidance of the armed police and school administrators, the crowd downstairs gradually dispersed.

The Minister of Propaganda was still relentless towards Jiang Peng. A fan asked Jiang Peng to say something, but when the Propaganda Committee turned around, Jiang Peng was nowhere to be seen.

She thought, maybe it was too chaotic, the two of them were dispersed by the crowd.

In Unit 401, Unit [-] of the Family Building of Lancheng University, Ye Ran, Jiang Tong, Jiang Peng, and Manager Jiang stared with eight eyes.

Ye Ran said: "I'm very sleepy, I washed up and went to sleep. Jiang Tong, if you want this friend to stay overnight, you can sleep on the sofa."

With that said, I went to wash and sleep.

The remaining three were still staring.

To be precise, it was Jiang Peng and his manager. They were standing opposite each other, looking at each other. If they didn't know their relationship, they would definitely think they were a couple.

"Jiang Peng, go back to sleep." Jiang Tong said tentatively.

Although my younger brother has always been obedient, in the face of this idiot manager, no matter how obedient he is, he will probably be furious.

What's more, Jiang Peng's good temper has always been reserved for Jiang Tong alone.

Jiang Peng looked at Jiang Tong, then turned his head and took a deep look at the manager, then turned around and entered his and Jiang Tong's bedroom.

The agent is like an angry little daughter-in-law who wants to turn her eyes into teapots.

Jiang Tong had quick hands and quick eyes, and stretched out one hand to him, just like a traffic policeman stopped a car: "Don't, don't, Mr. Jiang, don't cry. Didn't you say that you are hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"Hiccup" the manager hiccupped again, not sure if it was from crying or from being hungry.

"I can eat anything." He sat on the sofa self-consciously, "Brother, you are so kind."

Jiang Tong is the person who can't bear others to praise him the most. Once he is praised, he will be flustered. Those who don't know think he has gone to heaven.

"Then wait for a while." Said, happily ran to the kitchen.

Didn't care at all about the fact that he hadn't been in the kitchen.

Since Jiang Peng cooks all the year round, and the cooking is delicious, Jiang Tong naturally feels that cooking by himself will be delicious, after all, he is his brother.

But in practice, that's not the case at all.

He knows the rice cooker and can find rice, but he doesn't know how much rice and water to put in.

If it was before, he could still ask Jiang Peng to ask what happened, but now Jiang Peng and his manager are so unrelenting when they meet, who would dare to call him.

Stewed rice is no good, let alone cooking.

So, Jiang Tong, very cleverly thought of it, cook noodles!

It's so simple, just put some water and some noodles.

Since Jiang Peng unilaterally believes that instant noodles are junk food without nutrition, Jiang Tong is resolutely prohibited from eating them, and naturally there is no instant noodles at home.

As for the dried noodles, there was. Jiang Tong put as much water as he thought was enough in the pot, and then added what he thought was enough dried noodles.

Finally, happily and contentedly, I turned on the switch.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Tong came out disheveledly with a bowl of something he didn't know what it was.

The manager was sitting on the sofa, his forehead was so bright that it could reflect light. It was not because he had a Mediterranean haircut at a young age; it was because his forehead was relatively wide and painted with makeup, which caused such a strange visual impact.

The hair is thick and the forehead is shiny.

When the manager saw Jiang Tong coming out, he immediately walked over to take the bowl in Jiang Tong's hand. The bowl was extremely hot, and Jiang Tong had to hold it with a rag.

Unexpectedly, the manager waved his hand, and he was not afraid of being scalded. He picked it up and walked away, still muttering: "How can I ask my elder brother to help me?"

The agent put the bowl on the coffee table. This bowl is not the size of a normal meal, but it is used for soup in the cafeteria, commonly known as the "two big bowls".

After he put it down, he raised his red hand, looked at Jiang Tong, and said tearfully, "It hurts."

Jiang Tong once again proved in his heart the fact that the manager had a mental problem, so he had to go back and bring some burn ointment, intending to apply some on him.

Unexpectedly, when I came back, I saw that this guy was already sitting on the top of the hair, holding chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, bowing left and right, gobbling.No sign of being burned at all.

Jiang Tong thought, the manager's hands might be made of weeds, the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Jiang Tong looked at the lump of "noodles" in the bowl again, and couldn't help but sigh, this child is really easy to feed.

The manager was sweating profusely after eating, and in less than 10 minutes, he had already eaten a large bowl of noodles, and there was not even a little soup left.

After eating, he leaned on the sofa and burped.

Jiang Tong didn't know whether he was full or not, so he asked, "Are you full?"

"I'm full, hug me, brother, your cooking is delicious."

No matter how shameless Jiang Tong is, she still knows that her cooking is not as close as "delicious" to her relatives, but as "unpalatable" as a sister.

Although this manager is stupid and nervous, he has a good heart and is a good person.Jiang Tong thought so.

"Brother, let me ask you, is this house yours?"

"No, it's rented, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, just now you went to cook, I always feel that there are people in this living room, it's a bit scary."

Jiang Tong thought it must be that the little fox felt that a newcomer was playing a prank, and said with a smile: "No one, you don't have to be afraid, there are the landlord and Jiang Peng in this room, and one of my classmates in the small bedroom, plus the two of us. The five boys are full of yang energy, and the evil spirits dare not approach them."

He pulled a lot of nonsense himself and was quite proud of it.

The agent nodded sensibly: "Well, brother is right."

Jiang Tong was a little proud of being called "Big Brother" all the time, so he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks in a doggy manner. Of course, he didn't know how to wash dishes, and there was Jiang Peng.

Back in the living room, he asked his agent to wash his face.

After all this tossing, it was early in the morning, and Jiang Tong asked the manager who had washed up to sleep on the sofa for the night, while he had to go back to the bedroom.

The moment he left, the manager on the sofa suddenly grabbed Jiang Tong's hand.

Jiang Tong was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and cast a searching look at the manager.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the manager who has washed his face doesn't have a trace of makeup, he is just a handsome man with a good appearance.

The forehead is broad, the bridge of the nose is straight, the nose is like a gall, and the eyes are like stars.

I don't know why he dresses up like that, making himself look like an old-fashioned little actor.

"how?"

"Brother, you... I'm a little scared, can you accompany me in the living room?"

Jiang Tong looked at the time, my good guy, it was already past four o'clock, and he only slept for two hours at most, so he felt that he could sleep anywhere, and it was fine here, so he said, "Okay. You sleep on the sofa, and I sleep floor."

"No, brother, how can I let you play the floor?"

"You are the big brother and I am the big brother?"

"You are."

"Then listen to me."

Jiang Tong lay down on the floor next to the sofa, but couldn't sleep a bit. Today's experience made him excited!

Heroes save the beauty!altruism!Heroic and courageous!He couldn't help rolling back and forth in excitement.

"Brother, can't you sleep?"

"Uh...ah, it's a little bit, did it bother you?"

"Without Big Brother, I can't sleep a little bit."

"Oh."

"Brother, shall we talk for a while?"

"say what?"

"Why... why do you want to save me?"

Jiang Tong thought about it for a while, and the excitement faded away, leaving a sigh: "I don't see people committing suicide."

With his back to the manager, he opened his eyes at twilight, looked at the sunlight cast from the curtains, and said, "If you can live, why should you die?"

The manager looked at Jiang Tong, who bowed and shrunk himself into a small ball.

He couldn't believe it, just now such a person climbed to the top floor, his legs were shaking so much that he didn't dare to move, but he was told not to commit suicide.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he said: "Brother, I will not commit suicide again."

"Well, that's good, go to sleep."

"You sleep too, brother."

The next day, fans searched Weibo for Peng Mutong jumping off a building, and the popularity remained high.Peng Mutong once again became the target of criticism from Heizi and many parents.

Jiang Peng has long been accustomed to this, and only regrets that his manager didn't fall to his death yesterday, so that he can relieve his hatred.

In the morning when he was leaving, the manager also got up from the sofa. He looked well-trained, quickly tidied himself up, and followed Jiang Peng like an idiot, for fear that Jiang Peng would leave him.

Jiang Tong couldn't bear to see it. He was a man of eight feet, and he was also a well-known manager, so he just kept low in front of his younger brother and worked hard.

But as for my younger brother, he doesn't even give him a good face, he really has an iceberg face.

But thinking about the stupid things this agent did, I really can't feel sympathy.

Poor people must have something to hate, Mr. Lu Xun said long ago.

Jiang Tong on this side just remembered Mr. Lu Xun, and the manager on the other side went crazy, and said to Jiang Peng who was washing up:

"I don't care about Xingquan, so I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."

It is sonorous and powerful, and the words are correct and round.Emotional, tragic and passionate.

Lu Xun is very busy, can you let him have a rest?

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