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Duan Feifan's hair was blown dry, and he was replaced by him to blow for Jiang Kuo, who pressed his face against his stomach.

"Can you still breathe?" Duan Feifan bulged his hair while blowing his stomach.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo didn't move, "Just try to use some strength!"

"Are you sick?" Duan Feifan laughed and opened the hair dryer to the maximum. He quickly pulled Jiang Kuo's hair, and still remembered to blow from top to bottom.

"When you were kidding in a pillow, you yelled?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "What are you shouting in the pillow? If I really shout, my aunt will probably be scared."

"You have been too careful since childhood," said Jiang Kuo. "Did you feel that I'm talking loudly now?"

"I don't feel it." Duan Feifan pinched the tip of his ears.

"I'm already shouting," Jiang Kuo's face left his stomach, he swung sideways onto the pillow, buried his face in the pillow, shouting hard, "Did you hear it! Duan Feifan!"

"I heard it." Duan Feifan smiled and pulled him up, and continued to blow his hair.

"You don't dare to try it, so I don't know that covering the pillow can bring down a large part of the sound." Jiang Kuo continued to press his face on his stomach.

"I seem..." Duan Feifan thought for a while, "There is nothing to shout from the pillow, I can shout outside, a market dominance, Master Zuan, Mr. Fan."

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time.

"Do you have any grievances to shout in the pillow? Xiao Jiang Kuo?" Duan Feifan touched Jiang Kuo's head. He felt that his hair was basically dry, so he changed to the cold wind to cool his hair.

"Where did I feel wronged at that time?" Jiang Kuo thought about it and sighed again, "It was Jiang Lelai who taught me... Now that I think about it, this is actually abnormal. I have never told Mr. Jiang and the others, just treat it as a play. We covered our faces with pillows and shouted... I want to mention it to them at that time? She was not in junior high school at that time."

"This is really a very difficult detail to notice. If you notice it, you may not necessarily think about it so much. It's a kid who plays." Duan Feifan turned off the hair dryer and patted Jiang Kuo gently behind, "It's not your fault."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo hugged his waist, leaned on him for a while before letting go, and poured his hand on the pillow, "Go to sleep, go to bed and turn off the lights."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, and he also went to bed and lay down with a smile.

"The person who goes to bed behind turns off the lights," Jiang Kuo kicked him, "Go and turn off the lights."

Duan Feifan still didn't say anything. He touched the bed and touched a square gadget, pressed it at the lamp, and the lamp went out.

"Fuck?" Jiang Kuo was stunned, "Remote control?"

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded with a smile.

"Let's take a look," Jiang Kuo reached out and patted him, "Why didn't I know that the light was remotely controlled?"

"Because there is no switch on the head of the bed," Duan Feifan turned on the light again and said with a smile, "So the landlord installed a remote control in this light. I discovered this remote control before, but I didn't realize it. I suddenly realized it in the moment."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo pressed it, the light went out, and he pressed it again, and the light went on, "There are three color temperatures, which are awesome."

"A rich young man," Duan Feifan sighed, "Have you even used the remote control light?"

"No, isn't it usually just voice? The lights in our Kuo Young's house are induction," said Jiang Kuo. "As soon as you lie on the bed, you will automatically change the night lights at the head of the bed, and you will turn them all off as soon as you close your eyes."

"Fuck you." Duan Feifan said.

"You go and try it when you have time." Jiang Kuobian turned off the lights while laughing.

"Then will it automatically light up when you open your eyes?" Duan Feifan turned over and hugged him, muttering in his ear, "Close your eyes and turn your eyes open, don't go to nightclubs anymore. Friends, please come here, just lie on the bed and blink."

Duan Feifan's low voice was very hypnotic. Jiang Kuo felt his eyelids very heavy when he listened to his voice, but this content made him want to laugh very much, sleepy and confused.

"Shut up," he said.

"Okay." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo was woken up by a chicken crow in the morning. I don’t know which family raised chickens on the balcony. They started from four o’clock to seven o’clock. Jiang Kuo was shocked when he woke up completely.

"Can you still raise chickens in the building?" He looked at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifan was looking at his phone with a toothbrush in his mouth and replied to the message: "Well, if you have a foam box, you have to grow vegetables, and if you have a square meter of open space, you can raise chickens... I think someone raises chickens in your villa area."

"That's a villa, at least the yard is big," Jiang Kuo got out of bed and went to wash. When he passed by Duan Feifan, he reached out to pinch his waist.

Duan Feifan was frightened and raised his head suddenly, and the toothpaste foam was thrown on his face.

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo quickly pressed his face against his shoulder and rubbed it.

"Damn." Duan Feifan held the toothbrush in his mouth, "It's so fucking good, he rubs it on others."

"Is it yours?" Jiang Kuo smiled and entered the bathroom.

When Duan Feifan was sitting on the sofa and looking at his phone: "Have you cut the Jiang Lelia movie today?"

"Yes," said Jiang Kuo, "She will send it to me in the morning, and I will make an appointment with her for lunch."

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "Old Fan said that the show was scheduled for Thursday, at half past eight, let me remember to watch it, and said it would be better to go to his store to watch it."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "He is so lonely."

"I feel like he looks a bit like you in this way." Duan Feifan stood up, took his bag and shook it on his shoulder.

"Maybe, but I won't find someone to play with. I'm annoyed," Jiang Kuo took his cell phone on the table, followed Duan Feifan while watching, and walked out of the door, "a bunch of news."

There are a lot of news on mobile phones, in addition to the two items from Jiang Lelai, there are also a bunch of Yang Ke, who reported the business situation. The orders were not as high as the previous two days. I took advantage of the two days to prepare more stocks, and the promotional videos were released and the TV station's programs were added. There may be a few more days of peak...

"Get a lottery on Weibo," Jiang Kuo said while replying to Yang Ke, "Look at what you can draw."

"Well, I'll do it," Duan Feifan put his shoulder on his shoulder and took him into the elevator. "I looked at it before. There are basically many young people and girls. If you have the prize, you'd better get something that girls like..."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo replied to Yang Ke and saw that the name of the cannon was also on the top when he quit.

I clicked in and found that the cannon sent him a message last night, but withdrew it.

He looked at the prompt for withdrawing the message and was a little confused. Dapao sent him a message, but he had basically never withdrawn it. He seemed to be brave enough to do whatever he said.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Dao Cannon has encountered something again, right?" Jiang Kuo asked him to look at the screen of his phone. "He never withdrew it before. He sent me a message to his girlfriend, Momoda, and never withdrew it. What a great thing he said was to withdraw it immediately?"

"Call me and ask," Duan Feifan said, "As a matter of fact, there should be nothing on the construction site, right?"

"It's hard to say," Jiang Kuo dialed the cannon's phone. "I also encountered a villager who moved in and asked for money when he moved in. When dealing with the villager, he accidentally messed with the village..."

No one answered the phone from Da Cannon.

Jiang Kuo frowned, clicked on the address book and flipped it out, and then dialed Damao's phone number.

Damao answered the phone quickly. Before he got up, he asked in surprise: "Xiaokuo?"

"Where is the cannon?" Jiang Kuo asked, "You two are together? Why are you calling him no one answering?" "He went back last night," said Da Mao, "It was said that there was an urgent matter at home and drove back at night."

"Home? What's the urgent matter in his family?" Jiang Kuo frowned, "Is it Uncle Hu?"

"I don't know this anymore. He left in a hurry. He took a cell phone and left," said Damao. "Why do I call you again?"

"It's okay, you're busy with yours," said Jiang Kuo, "Is the construction site still OK recently?"

"It's great. I just drank with Village Chief Lu the day before yesterday," said Damao, "The road is going to pass by his fish pond."

"This village chief just touches the hair, and let Duan Feifan go when there is something," said Jiang Kuo. "Duan Feifan touches the village chief Lu, that is a skilled worker."

"Okay." Damao smiled.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Kuo walked with his cell phone while he was stunned. Dapao went back, but it was still overnight. If there was something at home, what could it be? And Dapao's family had something to do, why did he look for him? His family really had something to do. Is it better to call President Jiang than to call President Jiang's son? President Jiang's son is a waste material from a thousand miles apart.

"Oh," Duan Feifan grabbed his earlobe and gently pulled it to the side, "Mr. Kuo."

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo turned his head with his strength.

"What does Duan Feifan mean to touch the village chief Lu are a skilled worker?" Duan Feifan said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Just say it casually, that's not the case. You two are almost talking about uncles and nephews for a meal."

"Is it okay?" Duan Feifan asked, "Dao Cannon is back home?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo frowned, "Why do I feel that something was wrong with his family? Yes..."

Duan Feifan didn't let him talk, and reached out to cover his mouth: "You just call Mr. Jiang to report on his business these two days, and sell it out after opening. I haven't told Mr. Jiang that such great news has been told?"

Jiang Kuo tskated and didn't move with his cell phone. If Duan Feifan was replaced, he would definitely call the phone. However, Jiang Kuo and President Jiang had never had such a communication habit. If nothing happened, President Jiang would probably think something had happened to him.

"I'll call." Duan Feifan saw his hesitation and took out his cell phone.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "You are really..."

"Mr. Jiang and I don't have so many kind fathers, sons and filial sons," Duan Feifan glanced at the time, "He should have gotten up now, and it's only time to call me after sending someone that day."

"Well, he got up quite early." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan dialed Mr. Jiang’s phone number.

It rang five or six times over there before it started to be responsive, but the sound of "hey" was not Mr. Jiang's voice, it was a woman.

Duan Feifan's eyebrows instantly raised to his hairline.

Fortunately, the next sentence of this woman is: "Duan Feifan, right? I am Aunt Lin."

"Good morning, auntie." Duan Feifan said quickly, and looked at Jiang Kuo again. From Jiang Kuo's eyebrows that immediately frowned, you could know that Aunt Lin should not answer the phone for Mr. Jiang.

"Good morning." Aunt Lin's voice was very gentle.

"Aren't Jiang still resting?" Duan Feifan asked, "I didn't pay attention to the time."
To be continued...