"Isn't there?" Duan Feifan smiled.

"It's okay, I'll look for it," said Jiang Kuo. "We have the dragon meat to find out what our boss Duan wants to eat."

"Just just have a breakfast set meal opposite." Duan Feifan kissed his forehead.

Kissed the toothpaste foam on the forehead.

Jiang Kuo was stunned when he saw the toothpaste foam on his forehead in the mirror. He immediately slapped his forehead, turned on the water and poured several handfuls of water on his face.

Duan Feifan looked at him: "Aren't you?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"As for it!" Duan Feifan shouted, "A little toothpaste foam is poisonous!"

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

"Poverty is very particular." Duan Feifan twitched.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him, took his cell phone and continued to scoop.

"Full care about it." Duan Feifan corrected his statement.

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

"Hold on it, what can I do?" Duan Feifan said, "If I pay attention to poverty, I will beat him. If I pay attention to wealth, I can only be spoiled. People are rich."

Jiang Kuobian laughed at him while shaking his phone screen: "Are you soy milk set meal? I really didn't find a small wonton."

"Okay." Duan Feifan nodded.

After breakfast, Jiang Kuo was about to go to Niu Sandao and watch Yang Ke for a day, walk around the process and see where there were still problems. Duan Feifan had to go and see Uncle Duan.

"Are you nervous?" Jiang Kuo drove the car and glanced at Duan Feifan.

"I'm not nervous now," Duan Feifan said, "I may be nervous when I see someone later, for fear that I can't find anything to say."

"If you can't find something, don't say it," said Jiang Kuo, "it's embarrassing to force it."

"Yes." Duan Feifan smiled and turned to look at him, "Which day will Mr. Jiang ask you to go back?"

"It's almost the end of the month," said Jiang Kuo, "Are you going to go with me?"

"By the way," Duan Feifan said, "President Jiang has spoken."

"So active." Jiang Kuo tskated, "Are you not accompanying your biological father?"

"It won't take two days to eat," Duan Feifan said, "mainly I miss you, and it's okay to stay two more days if you have the opportunity."

Duan Feifan 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 look at Duan Feifan.

"Really." Duan Feifan said.

"I know." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Passing through the market, across the street is the community where Duan Feifan rented a house for his father.

Fan Jiabao has several houses in this community. The one he rented to him is a small one. My dad should be fine.

After Duan Feifan knocked on the door, his father quickly came over in a pajamas and opened the door.

My father has no habit of sleeping in pajamas. Duan Feifan's memory is that he always sleeps with his shirtless or wears a vest. When he suddenly sees him wearing pajamas, he is still stunned.

"Did you buy this thing?" My dad pulled his pajamas.

"No." Duan Feifan answered truthfully. The pajamas were bought by Jiang Kuo. Jiang Kuo's habit probably had pajamas when he was sleeping, "But I didn't expect you to wear them."

"I don't know if times have changed. I don't wear pajamas and don't let you sleep anymore," said my dad.

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

"Is this what Jiang Kuo bought?" said my father. "The children of rich families are very particular. They don't have to do this kind of thing deliberately, just like eating and drinking water."

"Yes." Duan Feifan looked at the kitchen. He bought a lot of vegetables and put them in the refrigerator. It seemed that his father had made breakfast by himself in the morning.

"I just fry the eggs," said my dad, "Have you eaten? I'll fry them two more?"

"I've eaten," Duan Feifan said, "Is this house a habit to live in?"

"I have never lived in such a good house. How can I not get used to it?" said my dad, "This house has a lot of money, right?"

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

"Yes," my dad sat next to the table, "I'll pay the rent at that time."

Duan Feifan was not polite, and nodded directly: "Okay."

"I think the third brother's business is pretty good," said my dad.

"That's your business," Duan Feifan said, "Uncle has always counted on your share."

My father waved his hand: "That's two different things. He is considered to be a brotherly love. If I really think so, it would be inappropriate."

"Well," Duan Feifan didn't insist, "but sometimes the store is too busy, and they live far away now."

"Then I should help you." Dad said.

"Are there any arrangements for these days?" Duan Feifan asked.

"You have to go to the community or something. Luo had already told me before." Dad said.

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

"I'll do it myself," said my dad, "you don't have to accompany you, you'll be busy with your business."

"I'm right now, there's nothing wrong," Duan Feifan looked at his father, "We have only a little production capacity, and we can't make it even if we sell too much."

"Shouldn't that be expanded?" said my dad.

"I have this plan," Duan Feifan nodded, "but we don't have enough staff now. Someone has to go to the right venue. There are still many requirements and the rent cannot be high."

My dad didn't say anything, looked at him.

"If you think the arrangements in the community are not suitable," Duan Feifan said, "If you have time, please help me run away? You can't find anyone to run away now, so I can't trust you if you find one."

My dad was still looking at him, as if he was savoring what he meant.

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

Duan Feifan couldn't continue other words for a while, so he fell silent.

My father went to the house to change his clothes and came out. Duan Feifan stood up and was about to drive him to the community.

Dad glanced at him and said, "Let you stop following."

"Do you know where?" Duan Feifan said, "I've been there before."

"What are you doing?" My father's voice suddenly rose, "What do you care about these things!"

"I'll go and learn about the policy first," Duan Feifan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why his father was suddenly so excited. "Ask in advance, we will know what's going on when you go there."

"I'll find out what's wrong with it after I went there?" My dad was still a little excited. "You have to go there and show your face first so that you can know that you are my son?"

When Duan Feifan heard this, he suddenly realized why his father was so excited.

"I don't think it's impossible for people to know that we are father and son." Duan Feifan said, "You are not my father, what about my father?"

"Is it very honorable?" said my dad, "Is it very honorable to have a dad who has been in prison for ten years and can't do anything? Is it so glorious? Is it so easy to know?"

Duan Feifan was silent for two seconds, and more than a dozen answers turned around in his mind, making various reasons and crying, but in the end he only said two words: "Glorious."

Dad was stunned.

"I'll drive over, you'll wait for me downstairs," Duan Feifan said, "or are you walking with me?"

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

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

"Is it suitable?" asked my dad.

"Suitable." Duan Feifan said.

"...Okay," my dad hesitated for a while, and suddenly lost his previous anger. "Let's walk over together, there's not a few steps."

"Yes." Duan Feifan turned around and opened the door and walked out. He thought about it and turned around, "Where is the key given to my uncle yesterday?"

"Where is this?" My father took the key from behind the door and asked when he handed it to him, "Do you want to live here?" "Hmm." Duan Feifan put away the key.

"You aren't..." My father lowered his voice, "Do you live with Jiang Kuo?"

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan was stunned and looked at him.

"Your aunt said Jiang Kuo also rented a house next to the school," said dad.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, stared at his father's face, and began to study his eyes and expressions, wanting to know whether his father knew about this or not.

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

"Dad, do you have anything else to say?" Duan Feifan smiled.

"What?" Dad looked at him, "Is the last words? I'll beat him to death after saying it."

"What a mess," Duan Feifan said.
To be continued...