San Fu

Duan Feifan couldn't control his eyebrows, they raised them high, and quickly retracted them.

"Isn't it?" Jiang Kuo still poked his forehead, looked at him with lowered eyelids, his eyelashes blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

Duan Feifei was not sure what Jiang Kuo was thinking, or guessed something. Although Jiang Kuo was a person who didn't hide his emotions, he was President Jiang's own son after all. If he really wanted to lie to him, he couldn't hide it.

It's just that now Duan Feifei is in a dilemma.

Mr. Jiang came to look for him. Jiang always made it clear that he could not mention it, which would easily cause family conflicts. He had already told Jiang Kuo about meeting Mr. Jiang, and later helped to pick up lawyer Jiang. He didn't say clearly that he couldn't tell Jiang Kuo, but he was looking for him behind Jiang Kuo's back, and he also told Jiang Kuo...

In this way, he has already sold Boss Jiang twice.

He sold his boyfriend's father twice. Although he sold it to his own son, he still sold it after all.

But on the other side, he was also very difficult to deal with Jiang Kuo.

He met Mr. Jiang without telling Jiang Kuo, and did things for Mr. Jiang. Although this is Jiang Kuo's biological father, he is still separated from Jiang Kuo's biological boyfriend. For the sake of his boyfriend and his father, he betrayed him. got a boyfriend...

That sounds like something.

The point is that even if he said that he didn't tell Mr. Jiang anything at this moment, Mr. Jiang found out by himself, and his own boyfriend might not believe it.

When confronting Mr. Jiang, he was really not sure whether Mr. Jiang's kind of cheating old fox 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 Mr. 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 Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and said nothing.

"He may just think that Jiang Lu was taken over by me, and now that he is leaving, he should call me..." Duan Feifei made a friendly speculation.

"Who told you that 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, "I really guessed this, I really don't know, it's been a long time since the person came, and the case should have been dealt with at a certain stage, otherwise there is no need to invite people to treat guests like this ..."

"You really guessed this matter," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "Then what things do you really know about your fake guesses?"

"...Damn it," Duan Feifei was shocked, "Jiang Kuo, no matter how I talk to you, there are pitfalls everywhere!"

"Also?" Jiang Kuo thought about it again, "Is talking to Mr. Jiang..."

"Jiang Kuo! Kuo Kuo! Kuo'er!" Duan Feifei hurriedly interrupted him, "Don't dig a hole for me, I drink a lot of wine, I really can't think of you right now."

"I'm not teasing you," Jiang Kuo laughed, "I just can't figure out why Mr. Jiang cares about you so much and wants to take you with him in everything."

"Is there a possibility," Duan Feifei said, "your boyfriend is a very good person."

"Oh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Did President Jiang find out too?"

"Yeah," Duan Feifei decided to sell Mr. Jiang a little bit more, "He said that if I study management and the like 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 Feifan."

"Ah." Duan Feifei responded.

"You really drank too much." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yeah!" Duan Feifei nodded.

Jiang Kuo looked down at him for a while, then laughed: "It's pretty cute."

"Yeah!" Duan Feifei nodded again.Jiang Kuo flicked his face, frowned and thought for a while: "If you refuse, this possibility will be gone. Jiang is always a businessman, and he is an old fox businessman. Even if he admires another person, he wants to cultivate this person." People, if this person clearly refuses, he can't spend more energy on him, unless it's his love..."

"Hey!" Duan Feifei stared at Jiang Kuo, "Bao'er, this is not a nonsense!"

Jiang Kuo laughed happily: "What are you talking about?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Duan Feifei shouted.

"Hush..." Jiang Kuo squeezed his mouth, "The aunt downstairs will come up and beat you later."

Even though Duan Feifei was pinching his mouth, he still hummed a few times firmly.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back and ask him then."

"That's right!" Duan Feifei said.

Regarding Mr. Jiang's matter, Jiang Kuo didn't really want to tangle with Duan Feifan, he just wanted to interrupt him because he was a little anxious because of Uncle Duan's condition.

Of course, not being entangled doesn't mean that Jiang Kuo didn't suspect that Duan Feifan and Mr. Jiang had a private deal, but he couldn't find out if he really asked Mr. Jiang. The old fox would not entrust him with such an important matter as picking up people.

It's just that Jiang Kuo now feels that Mr. Jiang must know something, and even if he didn't make it clear to Duan Feifan, he was tacitly aware of it.

As a result, Jiang Kuo was very upset.

My son was excluded from the camp by my father and boyfriend.

Where to go to reason?

"You..." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and wanted Duan Feifan to take a bath and rest, but found that the man had stopped moving.Drowsiness after drinking is really a reserved item, even if you have to chat for a long time with fright, you can do it after the fright is over.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Kuo held the back of his head and moved it a little, trying to get a cushion for him, but slipped his hand and threw Duan Feifan's head on the sofa.

The edge of the sofa is made of wood, and Duan Feifan'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 inside and brought out pillows, which were more comfortable than cushions anyway.

When he stuffed the pillow under Duan Feifei's head, he touched the back of Duan Feifei's head again.

Still a perfectly round back of the head, no bumps.

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 sleep so deeply. Before, even if he passed out drunk, he would wake up within an hour or two. Today, he fell down and was knocked down. My brain didn't wake up.

Jiang Kuo looked at today's sales situation for a while, then read Yang Ke's work report, and then went to take a shower. After tossing and tossing, more than two hours have passed, and Duan Feifei didn't even change his posture.

"Duan Feifan?" Jiang Kuo patted his face, "Handsome?"

The handsome Duan Feifei didn't 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 after two pushes.

Jiang Kuo sighed, stood up and grabbed Duan Feifan by the neckline, this is really a familiar movement.

He grabbed Duan Feifan by the neckline and straightened his body.

This time it was good, the clothes were not torn by him.

After all, it is Boss Duan, and the quality of clothes is better than before.

After he stood up straight, he noticed that the clothes on Duan Feifei were from last year.

... Boss Xiaojiang has counted on his hands, this is it.

Duan Feifei slept through the whole night, and didn't even get up early in the morning. It was almost nine o'clock when he suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

Jiang Kuo was standing next to the sofa with his mobile phone ready to order takeaway, when he jumped, Jiang Kuo almost slapped his mobile phone on his face.

"Aren't you afraid of jumping your waist when you get up like this?" Jiang Kuo glared at him.

Duan Feifei froze for a while before he seemed to wake up, hugged him with a smile, and patted him on the back a few times: "I can't dodge it, my waist is fine."

"Really?" Jiang Kuo raised his tone.

"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei pushed his hips and slammed into him, "Is your memory so bad, Xiao Kuo Kuo?"

"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.

"Uh-na!" Duan Feifei replied loudly in the bathroom.

Duan Feifei was in a good mood, the little depression yesterday was washed away by the joy of "I have a father again" with the wine.

I slept very soundly last night and had a lot of dreams, all about my childhood. I don’t know if I have a dad. I just remember that I was very happy, but I can’t remember exactly what I was enjoying.

"Duan Feifei, what do you want to eat?" Jiang Kuo asked outside.

"Eat you." Duan Feifei said.

"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Kuo pushed open the bathroom door and looked at him, "put away your rough waves."

"Eat small wontons." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and started chatting on the phone.

"Isn't there?" Duan Feifei smiled.

"It's okay, I'll look for it," Jiang Kuo said, "If Boss Duan wants to eat, I'll find dragon meat for him too."

"Just the breakfast set across the door." Duan Feifei kissed him on the forehead.

Kissed toothpaste foam on the forehead.

Jiang Kuo was stunned when he saw the toothpaste foam on his forehead in the mirror, and immediately patted his forehead, then turned on the water and splashed 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 it!" Duan Feifei shouted, "A little bit of toothpaste foam is poisonous!"

"As for." Jiang Kuo wiped the water off his face.

"Poverty." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him, took his mobile phone and continued to chat.

"Fu is particular about it." Duan Feifei corrected himself.

Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing: "What should I do?"

"Hold it, what can I do," Duan Feifei said, "If I am poor, I will whip him. If I am rich, I will just get used to it. If someone is rich."

Jiang Kuo shook the phone screen at him while being happy: "Is there a soy milk set meal? I really didn't find the little wonton."

"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.

After breakfast, Jiang Kuo was going to go to Niusandao to watch with Yang Ke for a day, go through the process, and see if there were any problems. Duan Feifei had to go and 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, for fear that 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 force it."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei smiled and turned to look at him, "When will Boss Jiang let you go back?"

"It's almost the end of the month," Jiang Kuo said, "Do you want to come with me?"

"Yes," Duan Feifan said, "Boss Jiang has spoken."

"Really positive." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "Aren't you going to accompany your father?"

"Just having a meal can't delay two days," Duan Feifei said, "The main reason is that I will miss you, and I can stay for two more days if I have the opportunity."

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 Feifei rented a house for his father.

Fan Jiabao has several apartments in this community, and the one rented to him is a small one, so 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 Feifan's memory, he always slept shirtless or wearing a vest. When he suddenly saw him wearing pajamas, he was stunned.

"Did you buy this thing?" Dad tugged on his pajamas.

"No." Duan Feifei replied truthfully. Jiang Kuo bought the pajamas. Jiang Kuo probably needs pajamas to sleep in his habit. "But I didn't expect you to wear them."

"I don't know if the times have changed, people are not allowed to sleep without pajamas," Dad said.

"... No matter how the times change, it doesn't matter how you sleep." Duan Feifei smiled, "If you are not used to it, don't wear it, just give it to me."

"Jiang Kuo bought it, right?" Dad said, "Children from rich families are particular about it. You don't have to do this kind of thing deliberately, it's just like eating and drinking water."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei looked at the kitchen, he bought a lot of vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, and his father seemed to have made his own breakfast in the morning.

"I just scrambled eggs," Dad said, "Have you eaten yet? Shall I fry two more for you?"

"Have eaten," Duan Feifei said, "Is this house used to living?"

"I've never lived in such a nice house before, so I can't get used to it," Dad said, "The rent for this house is quite a lot, right?"

"It's okay, it's my friend's house, and the rent is discounted," Duan Feifei said, "I paid it for half a year first."

"Well," Dad sat down at the table, "I'll pay the rent then."

Duan Feifei was 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, "The old man has always taken your share."

Dad waved his hand: "That's two different things. He thinks he's thinking about brotherhood. If I really think so, it's not appropriate."

"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.

"Are there any plans for these few days?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I have to go to the community or something, as Ronaldinho told me before." Dad said.

"Yes," Duan Feifei said, "I'll drive you there."

"I can do it by myself," Dad said, "You don't need to accompany me, you go about your business."

"Let me do it now, as long as there is nothing wrong with it," Duan Feifei looked at his father, "Our production capacity is only so small, and we can't make it if we sell too much."

"Shouldn't that be expanded?" Dad said.

"I have this plan," Duan Feifei nodded, "but we don't have enough manpower now, we need someone to go to a suitable venue, there are still a lot of requirements, and the rent can't be high."

Dad didn't speak, just looked at him.

"If you think the arrangement in the community is inappropriate," Duan Feifei said, "if you have time, please help me run around? I can't find anyone to run now, and I can't trust anyone I find."

Dad still looked at him, as if savoring the meaning of his words.

After a while, he said simply: "Let's talk about it."

Duan Feifei couldn't continue 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 going to do?" Dad's voice suddenly increased, "What do you care about these things!"

"I'll go and find out about the policy first." Duan Feifei was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why his father was so excited all of a sudden, "Ask in advance, we'll know what's going on when you go there again."

"Is there anything wrong with going there by myself to find out?" Dad was still a little excited, "Do you have to go there to 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 there is anything wrong with people knowing that we are father and son." Duan Feifei said, "You are not my father, so what about my father?"

"Is it an honor?" Dad said. "Is it an honor to have a father who can't do anything after ten years in prison? And let people know about it?"

Duan Feifei was silent for two seconds, turning over a dozen answers in his mind, all kinds of reasoning, all kinds of crying, but in the end he only said two words: "Glory."

Dad froze.

"I'll go and drive the car over here, you wait for me downstairs," Duan Feifei said, "Or do you want to stroll over with me?"

Dad paused for a while: "What kind of car do you drive?"

"Jiang Kuo's Bentley." Duan Feifei said.

"Is it right?" Dad asked.

"Appropriate." Duan Feifei said.

"...Okay," Dad hesitated for a while, and suddenly lost his previous anger, "Let's walk over together, it's only a few steps."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei turned around, opened the door and walked out, then turned around after thinking about it, "Where's the key you gave my uncle yesterday?"

"Here." Dad took the key from behind the door, and asked when handing it to him, "Do you want to live here?" "Yeah." Duan Feifei put the key away.

"Aren't you..." Dad lowered his voice, "Do you live with Jiang Kuo?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei was stunned and looked at him.

"Your 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 about it or not.

"Don't stare at me like that," Dad took a step back, "It's scary, you have really grown up, and you are very majestic."

"Dad, is there anything else you want to say?" Duan Feifei smiled.

"What?" Dad looked at him, "Is it a last word, finish it and kill him."

"What a mess." Duan Feifei said.

"You want to tell me something?" Dad asked.

Duan Feifei felt that his father was quite calm, so he walked back to the house and closed the door. There are some things that should be said when the atmosphere is up, and there is no need to deliberately wait for the opportunity.

"Jiang Kuo and I," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "it's not an ordinary relationship between classmates, friends and partners."

"Yeah." Dad nodded.

"We..." Duan Feifei was still a little nervous and embarrassed, subconsciously took a long shoehorn by the door and knocked on the shoe cabinet, "We... live together."

Dad looked at the shoehorn in his hand and didn't speak.

Duan Feifei didn't wait for his response, followed his gaze, and hung the shoehorn back on the wall.

Dad seemed relieved.

Duan Feifei was a little speechless. He wondered if his father was used to it before, and would feel that he would fight him with a shoehorn at any time.

"Don't be nervous," Dad said, "Your mother told me to leave you alone. Young people have their own ideas. The times are different, and we don't understand."

"Have you contacted my mother?" Duan Feifei asked.

"She called your uncle," Dad said. "Yesterday she went to the shop and talked."

"In front of my uncle?" 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, leaning closer to Duan Feifei's ear: "I'll just say, aren't you trying too hard?"

"What?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.

"That's it," Dad rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Is there no other way for you to seek money from others?"

Duan Feifei was stunned for ten seconds before he yelled in shock: "Duan Yingjie? What are you thinking?"