San Fu

Jiang Kuo ran over at night, which was not surprising to the old uncles and aunts. Since high school, Duan Feifei has had classmates running to the store all day long.

But after all, when we were having dinner today, we had just discussed Duan Feifan's business partnership with the young master Jiang Kuo who didn't take money as money, so the old man couldn't help but look at him more.

However, Jiang Kuo has an unusual immunity to "being seen by others", so he didn't notice it, and only expressed interest in the freshly cooked pot of beef.

"Cut a piece for him," the old aunt said to Duan Feifan, "I think he might start fishing soon."

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "It's not possible."

"Will it be cut?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Cut." Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."

Duan Feifei washed his hands, took a piece of beef, cut off a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "It's hot."

"Give it back to me when you burn it," Jiang Kuo leaned over and blew on the meat, "How can I eat it?"

"It's scalding to death," Duan Feifei raised his orchid finger, pinching the meat with only two fingers, "Quick, put it in your mouth, and hang it with your front teeth to dry."

Jiang Kuo picked up the meat with his teeth bared, and then continued to hang his teeth to dry.

"You'll get cold if you stand outside for a few seconds." Duan Feifei sighed.

Jiang Kuo went out and came back after a few seconds, the meat had already been eaten: "It really works."

"Do you still need to learn this?" Xiao Li laughed.

"I've never eaten like this..." Jiang Kuo said.

The unloaded meat has to be neat, and the size should be hung. Duan Feifei pointed to the small chair next to him: "You can sit there."

"I'll help." Jiang Kuo said.

"No need," Duan Feifei said, "soon, you sit down."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, dragged the chair aside and sat down.

The old aunt was still cooking the meat in the back kitchen. Amidst the aroma of the meat, Duan Feifei tidied up the unloaded beef and brought it to the front room, ready for the opening of the market tomorrow.

After chatting with Boss Song, the old uncle entered the house and was busy with Duan Feifan.

When Jiang Kuo entered the market just now, all the shops were closed, some were lit and some were dark.

He thought they might all be resting, but when he saw the busy shops in the back passage, he realized that none of them were resting.

Duan Feifei was very skilled in his movements. Jiang Kuo held his chin. He had never been to the market before, and he was not even good at going to the supermarket. He never thought about putting the meat on the table and hanging it on the hook. The action with the taste of the market will be so sexy.

Because it was a bit hot when he was busy, the stove was still burning in the back, and the temperature in the room was very high. Duan Feifei was only wearing a T-shirt. Jiang Kuo felt as if he hadn't seen Duan Feifan's bare skin for a long time.

There are also slender muscle lines that show when the arms are exerted.

"In two days, you can drive that car to help old Luo La deliver the goods. He hasn't come back after repairing the car." The old man said.

Jiang Kuo was staring at Duan Feifan's waist, when the old uncle spoke suddenly, he suddenly had the illusion of being caught playing a hooligan in the street, and his embarrassment rose spontaneously.

I didn't pay attention to what the old uncle said, and I didn't know why I felt that the old uncle was talking to me. In short, I responded without thinking: "Okay."

The old uncle and Duan Feifan turned their heads to look at him together.

"Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "then you drive your car to help him bring back those dozens of bags of spices and dried goods."

Jiang Kuo also looked at them, ran through the old uncle's words again in his mind, and laughed.

"Did you drink a lot?" the old man asked.

"I didn't drink much," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I found out that the driver took the wrong road when I took a taxi back."

"Pour yourself some water," said the old man, "drink more water."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

When it was almost finished tidying up, the old uncle waved at Duan Feifan: "You clean it up, I'll do it, you two want to go out."

"No rush." ​​Duan Feifei said, "It's done."

"He's going to fall asleep in a while." The old uncle said, "You two can't drink anymore when you go out."

Duan Feifei turned his head to look at Jiang Kuo, and found that he was really leaning on the chair, his eyes were already squinted.

"Go," said the old man, "today is a busy day."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

After washing his hands and changing his clothes, Jiang Kuo was still leaning there. He put on his coat, took Jiang Kuo's coat, and went over and kicked lightly on the chair leg.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo opened his eyes.

"Go." Duan Feifei tilted his head and handed him the coat.

Jiang Kuo stood up and looked around the room: "Aren't you done yet?"

"These old uncles did it," Duan Feifan said, "Let's go."

The room was too warm, and when they both walked out, their coats were still open. As soon as they turned out of the passage, the north wind slapped them.

"Hey..." Jiang Kuo frantically lowered his head and pulled the zipper, "I'm blown to death..."

Duan Feifei stood in front of him and pulled his coat to the sides.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Break the wind," Duan Feifei said, "Are you moved?"

"Sick!" Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and lowered his head to continue pulling on the zipper, "Hurry up! Pull it up."

"Not as delicate as you." Duan Feifei watched him zip up, then lowered his head to finish his coat, "If I run in the morning..."

Before he could speak, Jiang Kuo rushed over and hugged him, and kissed him on his face, nose, and lips.

Half of them are kisses, and half are about the same as bumps.

"What?" Duan Feifei grabbed his arm, "Is it because you can't aim correctly? You can chase arrows when you shoot arrows. Now you can't tell where the nose is from the mouth?"

"I just want to kiss everywhere." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei looked around quickly, and then kissed him in the face repeatedly, without taking his eyes off, then hugged him on the shoulder: "Go."

"Go over," Jiang Kuo said, "I just got a little confused in the room."

"Okay." Duan Feifei put the hood of his coat on his head, and pulled the scarf up.

"Today Cannon asked me about this scarf," Jiang Kuo said, "This man deserves to be someone who has been in love more than 1 times."

"What?" Duan Feifei asked.

"He said it was for a couple," Jiang Kuo said.

"I can see that too." Duan Feifei said.

"What do you think?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him with one eye peeking out of his hat.

"This scarf looks like an exclusive handmade item for old ladies in the market," Duan Feifan said, "Why did Jiang Youqian buy such a scarf? It must be because Duan Yingjun also has it."

"What's the exclusive one?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scarf, "Is this twisted flower?"

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "The sweater my aunt knitted for Duan Ling when I was a child, this twisted flower is standard."

"Still a female model?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised.

"It doesn't count," Duan Feifei laughed, "But it's also a little girl who has a lot of clothes, and mine are all flat color matching."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "Anyway, I think it looks pretty."

It's not too late yet, but there are few cars and people on the street, and it has a lonely temperament during the Chinese New Year.

The street lights were on, and the shadows of the two of them huddled together were constantly being lengthened and shortened.

"Today I told my uncle about the online store." Duan Feifei said.

"How?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.

"I'm not very supportive, but I'm not opposed to it either," Duan Feifan said, "As soon as I said this, they immediately wondered if it was because of my dad, if they wanted to separate the family... Maybe it was because I thought they would ignore my dad. "

"Hey." Jiang Kuo sighed, "How did we talk afterwards?"

"I didn't talk too much," Duan Feifei said, "The old aunt felt that she might not be able to persuade her, so she didn't stop her anymore."

"Then what do you think now?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Let's take it slow and let them digest it," Duan Feifan said, "If they start to act immediately, they probably won't say it publicly, but they will still have some ideas."

"I'll take a look at it for a while," Jiang Kuo said, "to see how it works..."

"I'll do it," Duan Feifei gently hooked his face with his finger, "You don't have to worry about this."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Do you think I can't do it?"

"I'm asking this question, if anyone can't do it, maybe you can't do it," Duan Feifei said, "This matter...can't just throw everything at you."

"Is it a partnership?" Jiang Kuo said, "If you are a partner, you have to do your best."

"Then I have to do my best." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't worry, you can't do without work." Jiang Kuo sniffed.

Duan Feifei didn't say anything else, and turned to look at him.

The hat fell off Jiang Kuo's face, and only the tip of his nose, which was slightly red, could be seen. Duan Feifan reached out and tapped the tip of his nose lightly.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo also touched his nose, "Is there anything?"

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "I'm going to have a kiss soon."

"...Fuck," Jiang Kuo looked at him in shock, "Duan Feifei, do you still have the skill of earthy love talk?"

"Too many skills don't overwhelm you." Duan Feifei hooked the corner of his mouth, leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Duan Feifei, I found that you might be able to compete with Dapao," Jiang Kuo said, "You just didn't have the opportunity to practice before."

"Then he is not in the same level as me," Duan Feifan said, "His success rate is too low to have so many practical opportunities."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Okay, let me convey this to you."

"Choose something, right?" Duan Feifei said.

"What?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"It's a shame I didn't take advantage of the time when school started to fight with you," Duan Feifan said, "I can't even fight now."

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "In case we quarrel in the future, I allow you to do it when you can't quarrel with me."

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

Back in the community, it was obviously more lively than the street. Someone was setting off fireworks in the open space next to the small garden, and from time to time, someone from other buildings could be heard setting off firecrackers, overlapping and ringing continuously.

"I forgot to buy some fireworks just now!" Jiang Kuo was a little depressed, "I haven't let off the fireworks yet, and I was thinking about buying some to play on the way back when I just came back."

"I'll buy it later, let's warm up first, I'm freezing to death," Duan Feifei said, "It's not ten o'clock, so we bought it and let it go in the middle of the night."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo rubbed his hands.

He warmed up after entering the elevator, he took off his hat and looked at Duan Feifan.

"There is monitoring." Duan Feifei reminded him.

Jiang Kuo smiled: "Will I care about that?"

"Come." Duan Feifei opened his arms.

"Not enough time," Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

When the elevator doors opened, they heard the shouts of children. The door of the neighbor facing them was open, and a room full of children were jumping up and down crazily.

"Didn't your family celebrate the New Year like this when you were young?" Jiang Kuo took out his keys as he walked.

"It's more lively than this," Duan Feifei said, "We not only dance, we also fight."

Jiang Kuo smiled and opened the door and entered the house.

When Duan Feifei was about to enter the door, he suddenly grabbed Duan Feifan's clothes, dragged him in hard, and then kicked the door shut.

"Why?" Duan Feifei staggered, "You're making me think I don't want to come in..."

With a flick of his arm, Jiang Kuo took off his coat and threw it on the cabinet next to him.

Duan Feifei realized what he was going to do, and immediately shouted with a smile: "You aim!"

Jiang Kuo lunged forward, knocking him down on the sofa behind him.

This sofa is more tightly wrapped than the one in the hotel. There are no wooden armrests, and all are thick sponges.

They even bounced a bit as they fell.

Jiang Kuo aimed very well this time, and the lights in the room didn't even have time to turn on, but when he kissed him hard in the dark, he didn't hit his teeth.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and only faint moonlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains.

The little light was not enough to see clearly, but it could evoke a certain emotion in the chaotic shadow intertwined with the shortness of breath.

Duan Feifei was still wearing a coat, and Jiang Kuo tore it a few times without touching the zipper anywhere, so he had to stretch out his hands to prop himself up, bowed his head and cursed: "Is your clothes a fucking safe?"

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing, grabbed his hand and put it on the zipper: "Come on, it's locked here."

Jiang Kuo grabbed the zipper of his jacket and pulled it down. The clothes were wrinkled, and the zipper got stuck as soon as he pulled it.

"Ah..." He yelled in a low voice, and grabbed his clothes hard again.

The zipper was ripped apart in a jerk, but it sounds...

"Uncle Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "it's three."

"I'll pay you back, I can pay you another sweater!" Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and grabbed the sweater inside him and pulled it again.

Not torn.

When he was about to tear it up for the second time, Duan Feifan grabbed his hand: "I myself... This sweater is so pretty, I can't buy the same style..."

"Quick!" Jiang Kuo raised his hand and took off his clothes.

Duan Feifei wanted to sit up, but Jiang Kuo didn't let him go. He could only half lean on the sofa and took off his coat and sweater against all odds.

As soon as he threw the clothes away, Jiang Kuo rushed over again. This time there was no obstacle, and his hands went directly into the clothes.

piping hot.

Duan Feifan also touched his back, gently stroking along the zipper tattoo.

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo pulled off his collar and kissed him on the neck, "I'll show you something."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei responded.

Jiang Kuo touched the small table next to the sofa.

Duan Feifei took advantage of the moonlight to see what he was holding in his hand.

"Damn." Duan Feifei felt his voice become hoarse for a moment.

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "This is..."

"Is this a gift from you?" Duan Feifei asked.

"What..." Before Jiang Kuo finished speaking, Duan Feifan quickly took the small bag from him.

"Hey?" He immediately reached out to grab it.

Duan Feifei put his arms around him and stretched out his arms: "Jiang Youqian, have you failed your studies?"

"You're not bad," Jiang Kuo struggled to grab his arm and pulled back, "You're not bad, you give it to me."

"I have to lead you to the right path..." Duan Feifei said with a smile, his arms tensed and not relaxing.

Jiang Kuo lightly scratched his waist with his hand.

"...Hey." Duan Feifei's arm suddenly went limp.

Jiang Kuo pulled back his arm, snatched back the small bag in his hand, then jumped off the sofa, ready to run to the bedroom.

Duan Feifei reacted very quickly, almost jumped up from the sofa, and grabbed his arm in front of him.

The two fell on the sofa and slid from the sofa to the floor.

A small rug was placed in front of the sofa, and Duan Feifei touched the rug.

"Is it clean?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Why don't you call Da Pao and ask Da Pao." Duan Fei Fei said.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Kuo turned around and rushed over again.

……

"Duan Feifan." Jiang Kuo leaned on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head.

"I want to drink water." Jiang Kuo said.

"I think so too." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "What do you mean, whoever is outside will get it."

"What water to drink?" Duan Feifei propped his head and looked at him, "I see that there are quite a lot of drinks in the refrigerator."

"I bought it before Da Pao left," Jiang Kuo said, "anything that isn't sweet will do."

"Okay." Duan Feifei got up and got out of bed, casually pulled his sweater and tied it around his waist, blocking the front.

"I don't care about my back." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei pulled his sweater back again and tied it up: "How about it? This little skirt."

"Still tall," Jiang Kuo said, "Sexy."

Duan Feifei went to the refrigerator in the living room to check, took a bottle of tea without sugar, unscrewed it, and took it back to the bedroom.

Jiang Kuo had already sat up, holding his head on the pillow in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei leaned over to look at him.

"I'm so hungry." Jiang Kuo said.

"...Drink some water first." Duan Feifei handed him the water.

Jiang Kuo took the bottle and couldn't help but want to laugh: "This day is too miserable."

"Order a takeaway," Duan Feifei took the phone, "What do you want to eat?"

"Ice cream." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei's finger on the screen stopped in the air, and he turned his head with a smile after a while: "Jiang Kuo, did you do it on purpose?"

"Hmm~ nah!" Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay," Duan Feifei glanced at the time, "Do you have a designated flavor?"

"As long as it's not blueberry flavored," Jiang Kuo said.

"Wait." Duan Feifei began to put on his clothes.

"Don't you take a bath?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'll wash it when I come back," Duan Feifei said, "I'm afraid the house will be closed after washing."

"Come here." Jiang Kuo hooked his fingers.

Duan Feifei leaned over while lifting his pants, Jiang Kuo kissed him on the cheek: "Xiao Duan is so good."

"Come back and clean you up." Duan Feifei put on his clothes and ran out, kicked away the cushions and small blankets that had been rolled down by the two of them before in the living room, took his coat and went out the door.

There is a small supermarket in the community. Opposite Yang Ke's building, Duan Feifei ran to the small supermarket.

It was only when I went out that I realized that the sweat on my body hadn't receded much, and the wind blew from my head to my legs, and it was all cold.

Trembling, he jumped into the door of the commissary.

"Yo," a big sister inside glanced at him, "Isn't he wearing enough clothes?"

"It's okay," Duan Feifei smiled, walked to the freezer and took a look, took out a large box of ice cream and put it on the cash register, "This."

"Fight poison with poison?" The eldest sister looked at him.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

After buying ice cream, Duan Feifei thought about whether to go out and buy the fireworks, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a shadow flickering at the corner of the building over there.

He picked the corner of his mouth, and in a flash, he had already recognized Jiang Kuo from the fur collar of his coat.

So he walked over quickly. In view of Jiang Kuo's characteristic of being startled and surprised, he didn't jump out suddenly, but shouted: "Jiang Youqian!"

"Damn," Jiang Kuo poked his head out from the corner, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Look at your eyes." Duan Feifei said.

"The earthy smell is endless, isn't it!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"Here," Duan Feifei handed him the ice cream, "This is the biggest box."

"Here, this one is the most realistic." Jiang Kuo also stretched out his left hand behind his back, holding a... to be exact, a refrigerator magnet.

A flower-shaped fridge magnet.

Duan Feifei took the "flower": "I'm so touched."