San Fu

"What did you say?" Jiang Kuo was shocked.

Although he knew that Duan Feifei must have drunk too much, but in Jiang Kuo's perception, even if Duan Feifei drank to death, he would not say such words before his death.

"Let's not talk about it," Duan Feifei said, "I still..."

"Don't keep talking, you fucking..." Before Jiang Kuo could finish speaking, the background sound of fist guessing was drowned out by several loud shouts.

"Who the hell are you talking about! Come on!"

"Come on! Let's see who comes first!"

"Let me first..." Duan Feifei didn't finish his sentence, so he hung up the phone.

Jiang Kuo was stunned in the car, with the phone still stuck to his ear, but he couldn't hear the sound anymore.

I fuck.

He held the phone in front of him and looked at it, and after confirming that Duan Feizhen hadn't finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and before he hung up, he expressed his displeasure to him in a very serious tone.

Just plain upset.

Just, simple, unhappy.

Depend on.

Looking at the phone, Jiang Kuo couldn't recover for a while, and he was also very upset.

Just hang up like this?what's the situation!

He wasn't worried that Duan Feifan's BBQ people might have gotten too drunk and probably started a fight. The gang with Duan Feifei, the gang from the market, and Fan Jiabao couldn't suffer from a fight with anyone.

The main reason is that he is also very upset now.

He was quite upset at first, but Duan Feifan declared that he was unhappy with him, and before he could fight back, Duan Feifan hung up the phone.

Where is the reasoning here!

"Broken mobile phones are finally not pleasing to the eye." After making the phone call, Da Pao opened the door and got into the car.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at his own image, holding his blacked-out phone, frowning his eyebrows with a displeased expression.

Cannon has always felt that his mobile phone, which is less than [-] yuan, will only be used temporarily for two or three months. He has been using it until now, which makes Cannon very surprised. Every time we meet, he has to check whether he has changed his mobile phone. Based on interest, it is not surprising that there are new models that change two or three times a year.

"This is a couple's mobile phone." Jiang Kuo shook the mobile phone, "You don't have a fucking girlfriend yourself, so you don't like other people's couple's mobile phone?"

"I should take a picture of you just now, so that you can see for yourself what your expression looks like when you look at this phone." Da Pao started the car.

"I'm not for this phone." Jiang Kuo frowned after finishing speaking.

Originally, Da Pao made a mistake, and his displeasure had been put aside for a while, but now that he thought about it, his displeasure immediately returned to the C position.

"What's wrong?" Cannon asked.

"...Duan Feifan," Jiang Kuo frowned, "He actually..."

"You actually want to break up with you?" Da Pao added.

"You want to go back, don't you?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Da Pao said, "He can't say that he is obedient to you, but he must be obedient to you. What can he do to make you 'unexpectedly'?"

"He scolded me." Jiang Kuo said.

Cannon's speed dropped, and he turned to look at him: "I don't believe this."

"It's not scolding," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "I said I'm on my way home now, and he's acting weird."

Cannon couldn't help laughing: "What did you say?"

"Send me a question mark first," Jiang Kuo said, "and then say that I don't mean anything, just f*ckingly unhappy! He's not happy anymore, am I already on my way home now! He's still fucking there drinking Well, I haven't said that I'm simply upset, he hung up the phone!"

Cannon laughed.

"Let me tell you, Pao Zhenyu, we broke up our friendship." Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck," Cannon yelled, "what's none of my business? Breaking off relations with me is what kind of diplomatic strategy if you two don't like it!"

"Shut up." Jiang Kuo said.

"Not shut!" said the cannon.

"Now someone calls you a cannonball and you take off?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Mr. Hu." Da Pao corrected him.

"Shut up." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm jealous," Da Pao said. "Isn't it normal to be jealous? You're so angry."

"He used to be jealous!" Jiang Kuo said.

"Then he has never been jealous before." Cannon said.

"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo paused, "Isn't this even more annoying?"

"...you should sleep for a while," Cannon said.

"Can't sleep." Jiang Kuo said.

"I kicked you just now and you just woke up at noon tomorrow, do you believe it?" Duan Feifei pointed at the person who had been pulled away by his friend, "This has already stopped, you haven't finished yet, right?"

The person on the opposite side struggled unconvincedly, full of relatives.

From the corner of his vision, Duan Feifei saw a figure picking up a beer bottle with lightning speed, and without thinking, he quickly raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm.

"Come on! I'm willing to enter the detention center for you!" It really was Fan Jiabao.

However, Fan Jiabao, who was rushing forward with the bottle, was dragged by Duan Feifan's arm and failed to enter the attack range. With Duan Feifan's hand as the center, he drew a semicircle, and the bottle in his hand hit the group with a "bang". people's feet.

"Aren't you going?" Duan Feifei looked at the other side and asked in a calm voice.

That bearded group and Fan Jiabao's friends immediately began to surround them.

The other party finally walked away.

"Fuck," Fan Jiabao kicked the broken bottle at their backs, then turned to look at Duan Feifan's hand that was still holding onto his arm, "It's about to break."

Duan Feifei let go.

"You're so awesome," Fan Jiabao patted him on the shoulder, "You can make a big deal, don't stop me, tonight I'll be in the game and he'll be in the hospital."

"I'm mainly afraid of being involved in the situation. I have a lot of other things to do." Duan Feifei said.

"Fuck," Fan Jiabao laughed, "I lack a calm friend like you. I want to get to know you earlier, and I don't have to go in several times a year."

Duan Feifei glanced at him, somewhat at a loss for what to say.

Although he is also a child of a rich family, Jiang Kuo is excellent in all aspects...

Thinking of Jiang Kuo, Duan Feifei touched the phone in his pocket.

"There's still some wine," Fan Jiabao sat back at the table, "Don't waste it, go home and sleep when 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 from 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, and now he is in a state of grabbing the ground with his head on the spot for one more drink.

Even so, he can still remember what he just said.

accurate.

Just plain upset.

……what.

He put the phone back in his pocket, rubbed his face, and looked at his shoes.

Jiang Kuo should be a little upset, after all, what he said seems a little unreasonable.

He didn't message or call Jiang Kuo right away.

At this stage, he doesn't know if it's suitable.

Yes, at this stage, actually, I don't know if it's appropriate to be jealous.

But he had to admit it.

After he finished speaking, he was inexplicably a little refreshed.

Although he was still upset when he thought of the scene where Jiang Kuo was taking pictures, and Jiang Kuo was obviously not happy after he said it, but he still suddenly felt a little happy for no reason.

Fan Jiabao's beer can stretched out in front of him, and he took the half-can of beer that he had been drinking for an hour and touched him, then leaned his neck and licked it.

"Damn it," Fan Jiabao looked at him, "Actor, magician, you can't finish a can of wine in one night."

"Your words are biased." Duan Feifei counted the jars at his feet, "How many are there..."

"You fucking took it from the beard," Fan Jiabao said, "Just pretend I didn't see it."

Duan Feifei was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Your eyes are pretty good."

"You." Fan Jiabao said.

"I really can't drink it. If you ask Huzi, they will know that I'm really down in one cup." Duan Feifei sighed, "If you want to be drunk so much, you can ask Jiang Kuo to drink it when he comes back."

"Really?" Fan Jiabao said, "No one can drink me up yet!"

"You were beaten to the ground before you were drunk." Duan Feifei said.

Fan Jiabao smiled and clicked his tongue: "Jiang Kuo may not be able to drink with me, he is quite arrogant, different from people like me, and there is a look of contempt in his eyes."

"It's not like that," Duan Feifei said, "He has that personality, it's good to know others, and he is righteous."

Fan Jiabao nodded after thinking for a while: "Okay, when he comes back, I really want to make him a friend."

Jiang Kuo slept in the morning until almost noon and didn't get up until almost noon. When he went downstairs, Jiang Liao was alone in the sun room with a small cardboard drawing.

"Where are people?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"The Rescue Courtyard," Jiang Liao said, "there is still one who had a secret meeting who hasn't come back yet."

"Didn't come back all night? Until now? Just a meeting?" Jiang Kuo asked. Mr. Jiang didn't come back from the last meeting all night when he was in elementary school. After the meeting all night, he drove the excavator to fight with people the next day.

"Yes." Jiang nodded.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jiang Kuo said as he took out his phone.

"There is no signal on the phone, I just called." Jiang Liao said.

"Is this a meeting or a war?" Jiang Kuo was suddenly 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 and sat down, sighing.

"Mr. Jiang needs to know that his precious son is so worried about him." Jiang Liao glanced at him, "I don't know what it will be like to be happy."

"Did his precious daughter not sleep well all night?" Jiang Kuo looked at Jiang.

"I haven't been able to sleep well." Jiang Liao said.

"Did you suffer from insomnia again?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well, it's not because of my dad, I'm just periodic," Jiang Liao frowned, "Do you have any work there? Give me some more to distract me."

"If you want to say that, there are too many," Jiang Kuo said, "I will make a list for you when I have time later."

"I'll take someone to take pictures of that store," Jiang Liao said, "I'll go there with you."

Jiang Kuo looked at her, and after a while he said softly, "Do you want to talk to the doctor first?"

"It's time to make an appointment," Jiang Liao sighed, teased Benben with his foot, 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 laughed: "I didn't take much from you."

"Call me first if you have anything to do," Jiang Kuo said, "Don't always think I'm unreliable."

"You are the most reliable." Jiang Liao said.

"That's right." Jiang Kuo said.

"You talk like Duan Feifei." Jiang Liao said.

"It's the same fart," Jiang Kuo said, "You only had dinner with him once, and you know it again."

"I'll find out after a few words." Jiang Liao smiled.

"I'm not like his eccentric person." Jiang Kuo said.

"Ouch." Jiang Liao said.

"Oh what?" Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

"Arguing?" Jiang Liao asked.

"Does he dare to quarrel with me?" Jiang Kuo said.

"He must have dared you to be so upset," Jiang Liao laughed, "Jiang Kuo, you really can't hide anything."

"I'm going to eat." Jiang Kuo got up, rubbed Benben's dog's head, and turned to go to the restaurant.

He can still hide some things, otherwise he won't feel that both of them are tired and need to take a step back. It's just that he is often seen because he is not very skilled.

In other words, Duan Feifan must have felt that he was upset yesterday.

Not to mention whether he can hide or not, Duan Feifei is a fine person, a top player who can read words and demeanor.

So now he knew that he was upset, but he spent the whole morning without a call or news.

Ah!

You want to finish Duan Feifei!

Duan Feifei, who was about to die, called when Jiang Kuo was holding his computer after lunch and chatting with Jiang Liao about the details of a promotional video shot by someone else.

When Jiang Kuo saw his name, he held his mobile phone and counted in his heart, and he didn't answer the call until it was about to stop.

Then he heard that Duan Feifan hung up the phone at the same time he was connected.

"Fuck!" Jiang Kuo looked at the screen, so impatient!

Jiang Liao laughed silently beside him.

Duan Feifei made a second call soon.

Jiang Kuo waited three times before answering the phone: "Huh?"

"Are you up?" Duan Feifei asked.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Yesterday... I drank a little more," Duan Feifan said, "I just fell asleep and didn't wake up until now."

"That's still not enough," Jiang Kuo said, "It's better to sleep until you wake up at night, and save three meals."

Duan Feifei smiled: "It's not short of that little money, I have public funds in my pocket now, and I'm quite rich."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "I thought Fan Jiabao was treating guests again."

"No," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "I went to see the room I rented for my dad yesterday, and I happened to run into him, so..."

"I didn't target him, so don't blame him," Jiang Kuo said.

"No deduction, am I explaining this?" Duan Feifei said.

"There is nothing to explain." Jiang Kuo said.

Jiang Liao got up, shook his head and ran to the backyard.

"Then do I need to explain why I hung up the phone?" Duan Feifei lowered his voice.

"Don't you need to explain your question mark and why you are upset?" Jiang Kuo said, "I haven't said anything between you and Fan Jiabao since the afternoon until midnight."

"You didn't say... yes, I'm just upset," Duan Feifei said, "I don't know what's wrong, I still feel very upset when I think about it now, and I know it's unnecessary, but I'm just upset."

Jiang Kuo didn't know what to say next because of his series of unhappiness.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help turning his head to laugh.

"Are you laughing?" Duan Feifei still kept his voice down.

"Where are you?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Sneaky."

"In the store," Duan Feihua said, "help the old uncle and the others pack their things, they are all human beings."

"Save some time and don't clean it up too much," Jiang Kuo said. "I found someone to visit the store and take pictures of the old store. The old store's appearance is more impressive when photographed."

"Today I mainly clean up the upstairs, and the first floor has not been moved much," Duan Feifan said, "Some things that cannot be removed...we didn't take them away either, and the new store is almost complete."

"Well," Jiang Kuo said, "I also want to visit the old shop again, the place where I worked for the first time."

"When... will you be back?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I was thinking about tomorrow," Jiang Kuo glanced at the direction of the living room, "but now it might 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, so stay a day longer to see what's going on."

"Trouble?" Duan Feifei asked again.

"I don't know, don't tell me the details," Jiang Kuo said, "But I should be able to handle it, Mr. Jiang is an old fox."

"Oh, that's good." Duan Feifei heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice.

After chatting with Duan Feifei for a few more words, he hung up the phone, Jiang Kuo stretched his waist, and laughed again when he was half lazy.

He insisted on stretching his waist, then fell on the sofa and rubbed his face.

I thought it was not very pleasant at first, but after answering the call, I felt that the sun outside was brightening.

Duan Feifei was jealous, although thinking that according to Da Pao's analysis, his current state of jealousy proved that he had never really been jealous before, but what Jiang Kuo cared more about was not this, but that he said it.

This was unexpected by Jiang Kuo, and Duan Feifei's tone yesterday was even a little aggressive.

But he likes it.

A little dragging.

Of course, I was a little angry when I heard it last night, mainly because I was caught off guard. Looking back now, I gradually became happy.

He was so happy that he could temporarily ignore this person and Fan Jiabao, from noon to midnight, from coffee to barbecue, from landlord to partner, to beat people up.

This can be remembered, and it will be settled slowly in the future.

Mr. Jiang came back around noon, his face was full of tiredness from not sleeping all night, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes were bright. After entering the door, he sat in the dining room and urged Aunt Liu to cook some noodles.

"Is it going well?" Jiang Kuo stood on the stairs and poked his head to look at him.

"How nice to care about me generously," Mr. Jiang said, "Am I your real father?"

Jiang Kuo went down the stairs and sat at the dining table: "Do you want to go out?"

"I don't need it for now, just wait and see." Boss Jiang rolled up his shirt sleeves, "How is the conversation with you?"

"It's almost done, she..." Jiang Kuo glanced at the backyard, "I made an appointment with a doctor, and she will bring someone over to find me after we're done."

"Well, she's not in a good condition recently," Mr. Jiang said, "You can stay with her when she goes. It's okay to be absent from class. If you fail the class, you will fail the class."

"I won't fail the class if I miss some classes," Jiang Kuo said.

"You were pretty good last semester," Mr. Jiang clicked his tongue, "That's a pretty confident statement. I didn't know that you thought you went to Yang Ke's school."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and said nothing more.

"You'll be there tomorrow, right?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"The day after tomorrow." Jiang Kuo said.

Mr. Jiang glanced at him, then turned his head and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Come back tomorrow," Boss Jiang waved at him, "It's not to the point where you need to show your father's kindness and son's filial piety."

"Understood!" Jiang Kuo stood up, so don't act like a loving father and filial piety like eating noodles with his father.

"Your store is about to go online," Mr. Jiang said, "You may not know more about business than Duan Feifan, you may have seen a lot of big projects with me, and the angle of doing things may not be suitable for a business like sauce beef. Some things should be listened to Duan Feifan."

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Huh?"

"Don't be unconvinced," Mr. Jiang said, "He knows better than you about making sauced beef. If you want to grow it in the future, he may have to listen to you. At this stage, you can still give more consideration to his ideas."

"...En." Jiang Kuo responded, and walked slowly towards the living room. After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back at Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang picked out a chopstick noodle and was looking at him, "Would you like to have a bite?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, turned and left.

There is nothing wrong with Mr. Jiang's words, but he may be guilty of being a thief. He always felt a little weird when he heard it, and how did Mr. Jiang know Duan Feifan? He met him twice, once when Ding Zhe was entertaining guests. , once when I came to play at home... By the way, there was also the time when I rescued Mr. Pao.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and glanced again.

"Eat or not!" President Jiang slapped the table.

"Don't eat." Jiang Kuo said.