"Enter." My mother looked here.

Jiang Kuo opened the door and entered the ward: "Mom."

"Why didn't you go home?" my mother asked with a smile, "I'm running over again."

"Come and have a look," said Jiang Kuo, "I will go back to school tomorrow, so I'll stay there for a while."

"Hello, Auntie," Duan Feifan greeted him and looked at Mr. Jiang again, "Mr. Jiang, I'm here again."

"You just run around with him," Mr. Jiang smiled, "Are you finished your meal?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo walked to the edge of the bed, reached out to take off the bedside card hanging by the bed, and looked down and glanced quickly.

I was disappointed to find that in order to protect the patient's privacy, the hospital only wrote nursing requirements and did not see any injury diagnosis about Mr. Jiang.

He couldn't help but tickled.

"What," Mr. Jiang reacted quickly, and immediately understood what he wanted to see. He raised his eyebrows proudly, "Didn't you see what you want to see?"

"You stay honestly," said Jiang Kuo, "Isn't there a reliable successor to deal with the company's affairs? You don't delay discussing meetings with Lawyer Jiang here." This time it was Mr. Jiang's turn to stutter.

My mother laughed out loud from behind.

"Where are you eavesdropping at the station gate?" said Mr. Jiang.

"I'm afraid of interrupting the world of you two..." Jiang Kuo said, "It's not surprising that I'm really eavesdropping. I ran back from all over the world, not for you to be confused, and I don't say that, and I'm hiding it."

"Then what do you want to know?" Mr. Jiang asked.

When Duan Feifan heard this, he felt that he could chat for a while, so he turned around and walked out of the ward slowly.

The black-faced brother standing outside should be from the engineering department. He had no place to go when he was idle, so he walked to the black-faced brother and said hello: "Do you have to stay overnight?"

"No, I'll change someone else later," the black-faced brother smiled, "You are Jiang Kuo's classmate, are you?"

"Yes," Duan Feifan nodded, "I'm anxious to come here. If there are any problems for many people, I'll take care of you."

"There shouldn't be any major matter," said the black-faced brother. "If you have this, you dare to do something behind your back, that's because you're afraid that you'll be too late."

"That's right." Duan Feifan agreed.

My elder brother probably feels a little lonely when he stays here and is quite able to chat.

Local customs and customs, General Jiang’s entrepreneurial affairs were finally concluded until Duan Feifan’s mobile phone rang.

The phone call was from the old uncle: "You can go there tomorrow, where is it? Counselor Luo called you this afternoon but didn't call me here."

"Is there anything wrong?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Isn't it almost out? It's still one month later," said the old uncle. "I need to pay attention to communicate with my family. I think Correspondent Luo is really responsible, so you can take time to go there."

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded, "I'll go there tomorrow afternoon, there will be one class in the afternoon, so it's better to ask for leave."

"Okay, look at the schedule," said the uncle, "You haven't come to the store today. I'm still thinking about discussing what he has done with you. The store really needs staff. Your aunt and I can't do it. As long as you hire someone, you can only work and can't help with other business matters."

"I'm thinking about this," Duan Feifan said, "When he comes out and see how he tells him."

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the window in the corridor and looked out.

I used to think that time passed very slowly, and it seemed that I would never wait for the day when my dad came out. Now I think time passed very quickly. In a blink of an eye, I will be back next month.

Their lives have changed dramatically in all senses.

Very emotional.

"So I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, and it's not annoying," Mr. Jiang looked at Jiang Kuo, "Am I such a childish person? I'm not you."

"Just talk about things, don't trample it." Jiang Kuo said.

"Now, besides collecting and sorting out evidence, it is psychological warfare," said Mr. Jiang. "It's not that if I get the evidence, I will definitely win. The loss will be lost no matter what. Reducing it to the lowest is the key. My retreat here does not affect any major direction, but the psychological oppression is gone."

Jiang Kuo frowned and sighed without saying a word.

"I have been in the wind and rain for so many years, but no one has seen anyone," said Mr. Jiang. "I couldn't even get a loan when you junior high school. I saw that the next step was to be completely over. I'm here too. You have to have confidence in your father."

"That's it," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Tomorrow you go back to the company and show your face, and then go back to the hospital. You can take time to go back to the show every day, but you can't be discharged."

Mr. Jiang laughed.

"I don't have much time to accompany you," said Jiang Kuo. "I'll go back the day after tomorrow. I'll keep an eye on you for another day tomorrow, okay?"

"I can't find it." Mr. Jiang said with a smile.

Jiang Kuo sighed again: "Don't say you're dropping out of school again."

"No," Mr. Jiang smiled and patted his shoulder, "You do what you want to do, and I won't agree to take over the company's business. If you don't follow me for five or ten years, can you do it? None of the people around me who have watched you grow up... I really didn't consider you."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded, unable to tell whether he was relieved or a little disappointed.

"Just just hold the company's shares with you. I don't care what you want to do," said Mr. Jiang. "Don't think I have any ideas if I don't consider handing over the company to you. I have worked hard for so many years so that my children can live according to their own ideas. It's not to continue to help me with my career. Some people can continue to do my career."

Jiang Kuo quickly lowered his head, and a tear fell on the bed sheet. He quickly supported his elbow and pretended to lower his head to meditate.

Mr. Jiang has never said such words to him, and they rarely have such deep communication. He only knows that although he can't talk together, he always insists on stubbornness with Mr. Jiang, but Mr. Jiang's love for him will not change.

But apart from this, Mr. Jiang never made clear to him about these ideas. Perhaps he never gave Mr. Jiang such an opportunity.

"Are you very touched?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"...Why did you ask this directly?" Jiang Kuo was speechless.

"I don't ask, you don't say it," said Mr. Jiang.

"Doesn't you have to say?" Jiang Kuo raised his head to look at him with a wisp of his eyes, "You are old fox, you can't tell me?"

Mr. Jiang smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm back," Jiang Kuo stood up, pulled a tissue from the head of the bed and wiped his eyes, "I'll come here tomorrow morning."

"Go back quickly," said Mr. Jiang, "and delay my chat with your mother."

Jiang Kuo stuttered and walked out of the ward quickly.

Duan Feifan was holding his cell phone and when he saw him coming out, he immediately walked over with his cell phone and asked first: "How are you talking?"

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo looked at his anxious look, and seemed to have something else, "What?"

"Then you listen to this first." Duan Feifan handed the phone to his ear.

Then he heard Yang Ke’s excited voice: “Did you hear it?”

There are a series of dingdong sounds in the background, which are connected into a film for a moment.

"What's this?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"The prompt sound for placing an order." Duan Feifan said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo was stunned, "Did Xiaozhu post that video?"

"Yes," Duan Feifan said, "After she sent it, she asked someone to go around, and then the ones who placed orders came. Yang Ke said that it lasted for about ten minutes, so his customer service was too busy."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Jiang Kuo couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "Customer service is not fast enough to send a call to Ding Zhe and the others."

"I've already pushed it up, so I asked them to do it right away," Duan Feifan said. "In fact, there are not so many people asking about product information. Many of them are here to tease customer service."

"Then they are the most suitable for this job." Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone. He just muted his cell phone to chat with Mr. Jiang. Now he clicked on it. For the first time, his phone, which has been lonely for many years, has received so many news, although it was basically a model group chat.

"I'm all busy now," Duan Feifan said, "Let's talk about your side first, how about you?"

"Just... it's pretty good," said Jiang Kuo. "Just Mr. Jiang just told me that he wouldn't let me take over his job, and he never considered letting me join the company. Anyone around him has followed him for ten or eight years, which is much better than me..."

"...This is called a good chat?" Duan Feifan was a little puzzled, "It sounds like breaking up a friendship?"

Jiang Kuo laughed: "What he said is to tell me not to worry. He will not care about me if he does what he wants."

"This is a ruthless expression..." Duan Feifan looked at the ward and walked down the stairs with Jiang Kuo, "Then have you advised him to not be discharged from the hospital?"

"I've been persuaded, but I have to stay with him for another day tomorrow and keep an eye on him," said Jiang Kuo. "The main reason is that he has a broken head. I want to ask the doctor for details tomorrow. Let's go back to school tomorrow night or the morning after tomorrow."

"Ah." Duan Feifan stopped.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.

"I have to go back tomorrow," Duan Feifan also looked at him, "Meet Luo Jian and tell me what happened to my father."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Don't learn from me." Duan Feifan said.

"Ah," said Jiang Kuo, "Are you going to leave me?"

"Ah," Duan Feifan said, "Aren't you going to chase me the day after tomorrow?"

"Damn," Jiang Kuo laughed, "Okay, then you go back first and drive my car."

"No, I'll take the train," Duan Feifan said, "I'm driving your car really, my butt hurts."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Just..." Duan Feifan paused for a moment and looked at him, "What are you thinking?"

"Go home," Jiang Kuo waved his hand and jumped down the stairs. "Do you want to lie on my nightclub bed with my eyes turned on and off?"

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