"When Dapao and I came here before, there was a rest stop, and there was a delicious cooking at Guandong," said Jiang Kuo, "Let's go over and have a bite later." "Okay." Duan Feifan nodded.

Jiang Kuo turned on the music, and the car was filled with the sound of his head-breaking music. He was excited to stabilize the speed limit all the way, and his fingers were knocking on the steering wheel with the rhythm of the music.

The rest stop that Jiang Kuo mentioned was indeed the rest stop that Duan Feifan had eaten Guandong cooked after picking up lawyer Jiang last time. He stopped the car enthusiastically and went to the small supermarket to buy a bunch of food.

When he got in the car again, Duan Feifan stopped him: "Give me the key, I'll have a while."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked, but he still put the key in his hand.

"I'm happy, I've never driven a sports car to the highway," Duan Feifan said.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifan gave him the snacks: "Feed me later."

Jiang Kuo tskated.

Jiang Kuo didn't seem to be worried about Mr. Jiang, and even his excited expression made Duan Feifan feel worried that he would continue driving. This was like some people's more nervous and talked more.

The car drove out of the rest station. Jiang Kuo, who had been excited and anxious for two hours, leaned against the passenger seat and fell asleep after feeding him a bite of fruit. Duan Feifan breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the music, reached out and pinched a piece of potato chips from the packaging bag he was holding in his hand and put it into his mouth.

This time it was easier than last time to pick up someone. After all, it was during the day, but the sports car was not as comfortable as Fan Jiabao's business car for a long distance. When he drove into the city, he felt that his back was numb and he had known that he should have driven a truck.

"Have you arrived?" Jiang Kuo opened his eyes with his snacks in his arms.

"I've entered the city," Duan Feifan said, "it's arrived in half an hour."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone and looked at the time, "I'll call Dapao."

"I put the snacks behind and they will sprinkle them in a while," Duan Feifan said.

"I'm so worried about you," Jiang Kuoxiao put all the snacks on his body in the back seat, and sighed again, "I didn't feed you just now."

"Do you still have amnesia after sleeping?" Duan Feifan said, "I fed it and it was sweet all the way."

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's so stingy."

The cannon was still guarding the car at the entrance of the hospital. This was the guard work arranged by Mr. Hu. As long as there were suspicious people passing by, he would take the people from the engineering department to get on the stand. However, when he arrived at the hospital, Jiang Kuo felt that the one who looked most like the suspicious person was the cannon.

He squatted behind the car with a piece of earthy cigarette in his mouth, as if he had just swam over from the other end of the Yalu River.

When the car stopped beside him, he stood up and shouted, "Here's here, have you eaten? The parking space in front of you where someone is standing is for you."

"No," Jiang Kuo got out of the car and saw that the person standing in front of the engineering department was the person standing in the empty parking space. He patted the car door and said, "Stop it there."

Duan Feifan nodded and drove over.

"It's quite fast." The cannon came over.

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Kuo hit his shoulder, "I'll eat a few bites after a while."

"No, I guess it's almost time for you," said Dapao. "Save your stomach and wait for you. Go up first. I'll be here to wait for me later."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifan parked the car and they entered the hospital together. One of the engineering department followed them and took them to the hospitalization department.

The people from the Engineering Department followed Mr. Jiang’s friendship from the construction site, and Mr. Jiang could only trust these people now.

Mr. Jiang lives in a single room, but it is not too big. When the person who led the way pushed the door open, Jiang Kuo felt that the room was full of people.

In fact, if you count carefully, there are only five or six.

"Why the hell are you back?" When Mr. Jiang, who has always been a firm persona, couldn't help but sigh in shock when he saw Jiang Kuo.

"If you don't come again, you're afraid that you will be discharged from the hospital. You will race against time to seize the opportunity to fulfill your filial piety." Jiang Kuo said.

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Mr. Jiang said, "This kid, Dapao, is just unreliable. He told you!"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo walked to the bed and bent down to look at his baby father.

Mr. Jiang was still wrapped in gauze on his head, with purple eyes and mouth, and bloodshots that had not yet subsided.

Jiang Kuo frowned: "This is not too serious, right? Is it a stitch?"

"Well, I just sewed a few small needles," Mr. Jiang looked at him with disgust, "I haven't seen a big scene before."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and looked around the house.

The boss of the engineering department, Mr. Jiang, the assistant brought by Mr. Jiang, and a few people he had never met before, but the man wearing a sportswear leaning against the window should be the lawyer Jiang that Duan Feifan took.

Although he doesn't look like a lawyer at this moment, he has aura.

"Hello," Jiang Kuo walked over and stretched out his hand, "Lawyer Jiang, right?"

"Jiang Cheng, just call my name," Lawyer Jiang reached out and shook him, "My current identity is a bodyguard for the time being."

"Call Cheng Brother," Mr. Jiang directed Jiang Kuo behind him, "Call Cheng Brother."

Jiang Kuo looked back at Mr. Jiang and wanted to remind him that I am your son Jiang Kuo, and I am not your non-staff confidant Duan Feifan. I don’t have this ability to get close to others.

"It doesn't matter if you shout." Jiang Cheng smiled.

"What's wrong with the bodyguard?" Duan Feifan finally spoke, saving Jiang Kuoyu in silence.

"I have a bad bodyguard," Mr. Jiang sighed, "I have a meal with a few people in Jiang Lu's team, and I was photographed when I came out."

"A bunch of people came up and beat him. Jiang Lu was good at it," Old Li said with some emotion, "I didn't react. He had already brought down two of them. If Jiang Lu weren't there, we would have to be injured and we would all take the guys."

"No, conditioned reflex," said Jiang Cheng.

"Catch the blade with empty hands." Old Li gestured.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

"You're welcome." Jiang Cheng answered with a standard template.

"You are not injured, are you?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"No," Jiang Cheng said, "It's true that I was shocked."

"So Jiang Lu was treated as a bodyguard like this..." Duan Feifan said, "Then this bodyguard is not something you can get at will."

"That's it," Mr. Jiang laughed, "After all, except Jiang Kuo, when is there such a person around me who can beat me? It's normal for me to hire a bodyguard in this extraordinary period. They are just in a hurry to take action."

"It means you found the key thing," said the assistant.

"Have you found the one to do it?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Leave this to the public security organs," said Mr. Jiang, "We can wait for the news and believe in the people's police."

"You guys talk first," Jiang Cheng walked out with his cell phone, "I'll answer a call from home."

"Say sorry to your family," said Mr. Jiang, "It's a burden to you."

Jiang Cheng smiled and walked out.

"This person," Mr. Jiang pointed at the door and looked at his assistant again, "I have to bring it over to help me. It's reliable and can still fight."

Jiang Kuo tskated: "I'm here to work for you thousands of miles away? What are you thinking?"

"What can't be thought about? Isn't it just invited me to come here this time? Isn't it just a few things that I think of," said Mr. Jiang. "He doesn't have to sit on the shift. Just fly over if you have something to do..."

"I'll find time to talk to him." The assistant said immediately.

"No hurry," said Mr. Jiang. "Finish the work at hand first, he has to stay here for at least a month."

After chatting for a few more words, everyone in the room went out, leaving only Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan.

Jiang Kuo then walked to the bedside and bent down to stare at Mr. Jiang: "Can you not hide this kind of thing from now on? You are not dead, what if you die?"

"That's what you said," Mr. Jiang looked at Duan Feifan, "You know why the relationship between father and son is tense."

Jiang Kuo stared at him without saying a word.

"If you die, come back and wear mourning." Mr. Jiang said.

"Don't let your farts." Jiang Kuo said.

Mr. Jiang smiled after a while: "Are you angry? Don't be angry, I don't know if I am gone."

"I don't understand if I don't let her know, but I don't understand if I don't let me know," said Jiang Kuo. "I don't care about your company's affairs. Will I ignore your injuries? I won't say anything?"

"It wasn't serious at first," said Mr. Jiang. "I just don't want you to come over in a hurry. You are also busy now, physical stores and online stores, and you haven't dropped out of school."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to him.

"Then now..." Duan Feifan walked to the bed.

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," said Mr. Jiang. "Just observe if there is any concussion, and there is no need to remove the stitches. After living there for a long time, they thought I was afraid."

"I'll go to the company tomorrow to go around and demonstrate." Duan Feifan said.

"You boy," Mr. Jiang smiled, "I understand me."

"Go around gauze," said Jiang Kuo.

"Tomorrow it will be replaced with a small piece," Mr. Jiang lifted the gauze, "This circle is empty and just a fixed effect."

Jiang Kuo sighed.

"I will tell you in the future," Mr. Jiang patted his arm, "Don't sigh here but stop."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him, and after a while, he spoke again: "Will they do this again... do such a thing?"
To be continued...