San Fu

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 he didn’t think it was dirty. Snacks, carried back to the hospital gate.

Cannon slept soundly in his father'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.

On the contrary, a few people from the engineering department saw them and walked over.

"It's been a hard night," Jiang Kuo said, "You guys have a late-night snack."

"How can you be so polite," said one person, "Mr. Jiang paid us enough overtime pay."

"It's different." Jiang Kuo said briefly.

A few people smiled and didn't refuse any more. They happily shared the porridge and snacks together, and took them back to their cars to eat.

When he turned his head, Duan Feifei found that the rear window had been lowered at some point, and Da Pao was looking at them expectantly.

"Kuoer," Da Pao called out to Jiang Kuo, "I'm so moved."

"It's not yours anymore." Jiang Kuo said, "Go on to sleep."

"I still have two pockets on my hand. Think I'm blind." Da Pao opened the car door and prepared to get off.

Jiang Kuo pushed the door back directly.

"The two of you can't go home yet," Da Pao said, "It's been a while since you've been messing around with me."

"Here." Duan Feifan handed the food to Da Pao through the window.

"I commend you for sleeping soundly," Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck," Cannon laughed, "Are you two going back tomorrow?"

"He'll come back," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll come back the day after tomorrow."

"That's fine," Da Pao said, "Tomorrow we'll hang out."

After getting into the car, Duan Feifan felt a little emotional: "President Jiang's matter is a crisis, but there are still many reliable people."

"He's better at making friends than I am," Jiang Kuo started the car, "A lot of old people in the company really watched me grow up...so it's hard for me to accept such a thing this time, I don't know Mr. Jiang what does it feel like."

"It's good to recognize the person," Duan Feifei said, "If you don't find out, the loss will be even greater, and such a person is not worth suffering."

"In the past, when I saw other companies vying for power and property, I felt that it was very far away. I thought it would never happen to Mr. Jiang. As for the people around him, none of them came up and down all the way." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"Do you want to remind me?" Duan Feifan said, "Although we may not be able to achieve the scale of Mr. Jiang, but..."

"Why not?" Jiang Kuo was very unconvinced, "When we have stabilized the channels this year and the product line is no problem, I will ask Mr. Jiang for investment during the Chinese New Year. If you say that we don't have enough money, we may not be able to make a big deal all at once. , but we must have enough money, and he didn’t start from scratch, relying on his father, then I certainly wouldn’t start from scratch, and rely on my father, so the comparison is fair.”

"...Is this the point I'm talking about?" Duan Feifei was amused.

"I don't think you will. Others are not sure. It doesn't matter if it happens, just solve it." Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "If it's really you...I'll admit it."

"Then I'll leave my words here, it can't be me." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo quickly took out his mobile phone, clicked on the recording, and threw it on his lap: "Say it yourself."

"I'll leave my words here," Duan Feifei picked up the phone, "Whether it's business or relationship, I won't cheat you."

"Whoever you are, no one will cheat anyone." Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck," Duan Feifei laughed, "As expected of Mr. Jiang's own son, he is very strict."

"Hurry up." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

"I, Duan Feifei, because I am very handsome, I am called Duan Yingjun," Duan Feifei said again, "I will leave my words here, whether it is business or relationship, I will not cheat Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo, because I am very handsome. Money, people gave him the nickname Jiang Youqian."

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 singing with Duan Xiaohao."

"I'm not used to listening." Jiang Kuo said.

"Are you listening right?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I knew it was you as soon as I heard it," Jiang Kuo said, "I knew it was you even if 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, bent down and looked into the car window. "Is it so strict now?" Duan Feifei said.

"I don't know, maybe I'm afraid someone will sneak in." Jiang Kuo lowered the car window and yelled at the security guard, "Me!"

"Are you back?" The security guard smiled when he saw Jiang Kuo.

"En." Jiang Kuo nodded, and the car drove in.

This neighborhood is still as grand as when Duan Feifei first came here, but it is a little more vibrant than in winter, with large areas of thick green and blooming flowers.

"What flowers?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Most are roses," Jiang Kuo said. "My mother likes them, so the property has grown a lot."

"Is there anything you like in particular? Flowers, or something else." Duan Feifei turned to him and asked.

"Me?" Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "No."

"Don't you have anything?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Don't you have any hobbies?"

Jiang Kuo continued to think, and then clicked his tongue: "Do you think I am someone with some hobbies?"

"Skiing? Horse riding? Swimming? Skydiving? Archery? Racing?" Duan Feifei said, "There are so many skills, don't you like any of them?"

"Just..." Jiang Kuo frowned and thought for a while, "Your question is really something I have never considered."

"Didn't the teacher ask you to write a composition about my hobbies in your wealthy school?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.

"I have written," Jiang Kuo said, "I wrote for reading."

Duan Feifei laughed loudly and couldn't hold it back.

"What?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "You are on my territory, can you restrain yourself?"

"The main reason is that I haven't seen you read a book, but soon," Duan Feifei said, "You should start reading textbooks next week, and you have an exam."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel, "I think I might fail."

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "I'll accompany you."

"...There is no need to be so affectionate in such things." Jiang Kuo said.

"The main thing is that I don't want to be affectionate if I don't want to be affectionate," Duan Feifei said, "Isn't that a failure?"

"Damn." Jiang Kuo smiled and honked the horn.

Immediately there was a dog barking in the distance.

"It's Benben." Duan Feifei said.

"Sure," Jiang Kuo said, "Can you hear this?"

"Ben Ben sounds like a cat," Duan Feifei said, "It sounds very sweet."

When the car passed the gate, the cat-like Benben stuck his head out from the railing, and Jiang Kuo reached out to the window and waved: "Ben."

Benben immediately yelled again, followed the car through the railing, and then circled into the garage.

Just as Duan Feifei opened the car door, Benben jumped 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, "Did you come back?"

"Yes!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Duan Feifan and I."

"Would you like something to eat?" Aunt Liu asked.

"No need," Jiang Kuo said, "Is there any 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 Mr. Jiang had an accident. After she took the yogurt, she stood beside Jiang Kuo and looked at him.

"I'm fine," Jiang Kuo said, "my dad is fine."

"It's been a long time since I saw you," Aunt Liu smiled, "Your mother said that your store's business is doing well, isn't it busy?"

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "The production belongs to Duan Feifan, and Yang Ke has done all the trivial things, and I'll be there to dictate."

"Almost," Aunt Liu said, "Your father just does things like dictating."

Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei laughed together.

"He still fought in person," Jiang Kuo said.

"Don't imitate him!" Aunt Liu said immediately.

"I can't learn that," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm so quiet."

"You are afraid of trouble and lazy," Aunt Liu said, "you don't move your hands when you can move your mouth."

"As expected of someone who watched Jiang Kuo grow up," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "Exactly."

"Should Xiaoduan stay 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, and Jiang Kuo nodded: "Well, just spread the bed and cover it casually. He has to go back to school tomorrow morning, and I will leave the day after tomorrow."

"Hey," Aunt Liu said, "I have to buy some vegetables tomorrow. Your parents are not at home very much these two days, so I haven't prepared any food."

"I can just eat noodles," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't eat noodles at home even at school."

"Okay!" Aunt Liu went upstairs happily.

"Didn't I lie on the bed in that nightclub of yours at night?" Duan Feifei asked in a low voice, "And let Aunt Liu spend so much effort cleaning up the guest room?"

"It's a big deal for someone to come into my house, and if someone else sleeps in the same bed as me," Jiang Kuo said, "Why is your mind suddenly not working?"

"Ah." Duan Feifei smiled and leaned back in the chair, "I was scared stupid by the nightclub bed."

It wasn't too early, and Aunt Liu cleaned up the guest room on the third floor very quickly.

"We're resting," Jiang Kuo told her, "You should also rest earlier."

"Go to bed," Aunt Liu waved her hand, "I'll wait for your mother to come back. She's been sleeping late these two days. I'll chat with her for a while."

"...Mmm." Jiang Kuo nodded.

After entering the elevator, Duan Feifan looked at him: "You can stay with your mother for a while tomorrow, she doesn't seem to be fine, but she is still worried."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sighed softly.

When he raised his eyes and saw Duan Feifan, he raised his eyebrows again.

"Why?" Duan Feifei said, "Is it so easy to change emotions?"

"I don't know," Jiang Kuo laughed, "When I see you, I feel very excited, very excited."

"I'm afraid I didn't see me, but thought of something." Duan Feifei also raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he turned around and went out immediately, with a wave of his arm: "Follow."

"Okay," Duan Feifei followed, "Boss, which one are we going to smash today?"

Jiang Kuo smiled and pointed to his bedroom door: "This one! Break the bed for me!"

This is the second time that Duan Feifei has entered Jiang Kuo's bedroom. Compared with the first time, this time he is inexplicably guilty. He always feels that when he turns around, he can see Aunt Liu's shocked eyes.

"Night light." Jiang Kuo said.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.

The lights in the room light up slowly from the edge of the ceiling, and the warm and light halo spreads all around, 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 pants, and then threw the clothes into the frame beside the door, "There is also a switch, and I usually open the door as soon as I enter."

Duan Feifei looked at him without saying a word.

"I didn't have the nerve to tell you before," Jiang Kuo entered the cloakroom, and came out with a pile of sportswear and sweatpants in his hand, "Usually I don't wear outside clothes when I enter the house."

"I go out?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo threw another set of clothes in his hand to him: "It's a good idea, I changed it."

Duan Feifei took off his clothes: "But I still have to wear that suit tomorrow."

"Put on mine," Jiang Kuo said, "Auntie Liu washed yours and I took it back."

"...All right." Duan Feifei threw his clothes and Jiang Kuo's clothes together.

"Bath?" 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, and your mother may come back anytime. I was as guilty as I was when I was a child and went to other people's homes to play games while their parents were away."

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo entered the bathroom, "There's no rush for 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 gave him very politely. Although he knew very well that no one would come in suddenly, he still felt nervous that he was having an affair feel.

Jiang Kuo's bedroom is quite comfortable, he leans on the sofa and looks around, because the utilization rate is very low, Jiang Kuo's room is horrible clean, but not cold, because Jiang Kuo has a lot of small ornaments and gadgets , placed everywhere, looks interesting and smart.

That's probably where he got his experience designing shelves in the store.

"Turn off the light." Duan Feifei said, wanting to test the light.

But the lamp ignored him.

"Be bright." Duan Feifei said again.

Lantern still ignored him.

"Sleep." Duan Feifei continued the test.

The lamp has been ignoring him.

Quite Dior.

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

"Quick," Jiang Kuo threw himself on the bed after taking a shower, and turned to look at him, "Go wash, I put the underwear there for you."

"En." Duan Feifei stared at his back.

"Hey, yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Take a second look, and you won't have to look at it in a while."

"Fuck." Duan Feifei smiled and turned into the bathroom.

There was still hot air in the bathroom, and there was a scent of shower gel like perfume. Duan Feifan turned on the water, and when the water poured on him, he almost turned around and broke through the door.

This water temperature!

It's nothing more than killing chickens and plucking feathers!

Jiang Kuo was not in the room when he came out of the bathroom.

"Kuo?" Duan Feifei looked in the cloakroom, but did not see Jiang Kuo.

Just when he was about to make a call to Jiang Kuo, Jiang Kuo opened the bedroom door and walked in, holding a small yellow paper bag from Meituan in his hand.

"You... ordered a takeaway right now?" Duan Feifei was shocked.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but clicked his tongue.

Duan Feifei saw the words "delivery to door" on the bag before reacting, and exclaimed sincerely: "I...fuck."

"I'll be considerate." Jiang Kuo tore open the bag and turned around sharply to stare at him.

"Why?" Duan Feifei quickly covered his chest.

Jiang Kuo looked down.

He quickly covered the bottom again.

"There are so many scenes!" Jiang Kuo rushed over viciously.

Duan Feifei hurriedly turned around and wanted to run away, he was really afraid that Aunt Liu would hear this movement.

But just after taking a step, Jiang Kuo's arms had already wrapped his arms around him, and he pressed down on the bed by inertia, and the two of them fell on the bed side by side.

Jiang Kuo's mattress was soft and not collapsed, and the moment he lay on it, he felt a comfortable feeling of drowsiness, but Jiang Kuo's movement of wheezing and pulling his clothes quickly revived him.

"Myself, myself..." Duan Feifei struggled, "Don't tear it up again, this is your clothes..."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and he had already finished all the work while he was struggling.

Just as Duan Feifei wanted to prop up his arms and move his position, he threw him hard again and pushed him back on the bed.

Then he bit the back of his neck.

"Ah..." Duan Feifei buried his face in the quilt, "Hiss—"

Jiang Kuo bit him and didn't let go, and pinched him again on the waist.

For a social horror bed that has never seen the world, or even a few people, this kind of scene is quite shocking.

The bed has been in this bedroom for five years, and I have only seen three or five people in total, and I rarely see anyone other than the owner of the room.

The scene in front of him, as if spring had come in the animal world, was really something it had never thought of.

The master, who had entered the house quietly, was basically lying down or leaning on him. The behavior of the beast with the back of his neck dangling at the moment was completely different from his usual image.

The bed had to work hard to identify it several times before confirming that the person who was panting, biting, scratching, and bumping was indeed the owner of this room.

Omg.

So savage.

The bed felt like it was shaking.

But although it was shocked, it was not too frightened to tremble.

This trembling was created by that person who looked like two different people.

He was on top of someone and even grabbed someone's hair!

She knew that he liked to ride horses, and there was one of his favorite old saddles on the bracket in the corner, but she didn't know that he also liked to ride people.

Is there any mysterious similarity here?

Just brutal.

He also pressed the other person's face into the pillow, and then said, shouting hard.

ah.Bed sighed.

Shouting with his face pressed into the pillow, the sound is hard to come out, so the bed doesn't know if that person shouted in the pillow, but when his face turned sideways, he kept humming, didn't shout, hum, or Gasp.

The bed was very disturbed.

With little experience it has, it is impossible to judge 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 day, both of them took a shower for nothing, their bodies were covered in sweat, and they rubbed against the bed.

This made the bed a little unhappy.

"Am I skinny?" Duan Feifei touched his shoulder, and then touched his back with his hands behind his back.

"Isn't it?" Jiang Kuo hurried 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 pinch Jiang Kuo's chin, "Let me see."

Before Jiang Kuo could react, his mouth was pinched open by his skillful technique that seemed to have been done in a slaughterhouse for ten years, and he swayed from side to side to look around.

"Ah!" Jiang Kuo slapped his hand away, "You are so fucking picky."

"How can there be such a cute cow," Duan Feifei smiled, "the upper right tooth is it, it is very sharp."

"Next time, I'll bite sideways." Jiang Kuo leaned on his arms and turned his head to look at him.

"I hope you can still think about this matter at that time," Duan Feifei got up and said in a low voice, "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 a guilty conscience after he slowed down."

"Aunt Liu doesn't know how to go upstairs, and neither does my mother. Even if they come back, the two of them are chatting downstairs at the moment," Jiang Kuo said, "You're guilty, take courage."

"Okay!" Duan Feifei raised his arm.

Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed with a smile, and went into the bathroom with him.

This bathroom is very big, and it's no problem for the two of them to fight a set of punches in it.

But they still huddled together.

"What time will it start tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Have you bought the ticket yet?"

"Six o'clock, I bought a ticket for seven o'clock," Duan Feifei said, "I can catch up with lunch before going there."

"Well," Jiang Kuo lowered his head and put his head on his shoulder, "Then we won't be able to see each other from tomorrow morning to the day after tomorrow afternoon."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.

"You are so happy." Jiang Kuo said.

"There is a little bit," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "There is a kind of feeling, so that's how it feels."

Jiang Kuo was silent for a while before smiling: "Will you miss me?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei rubbed his hair.