18

Jiang Kuo was in a dilemma. He couldn't let go and had no choice but to drive 107. He even knocked on the dormitory to ask for help. He had to put Duan Feifan down.

But if you kneel back, you have to turn your legs into a w. Duan Feifan has such good flexibility, he doesn't know, anyway, if he has it, if he is lying down...

"106!" Jiang Kuo shouted in a low voice, "Someone is here!"

"Who?" someone in 106 replied, "What are you doing?"

"I, Jiang Kuo," Jiang Kuo, "Come and help."

The people inside were moving.

Jiang Kuo reflected on his tone and content within a second, and shouted again: "Duan Feifan fainted."

The moment of 106 is opened.

"Damn," This guy was shirtless, and he quickly turned around and waved, "Come and help, what's going on?"

"I don't know, I've drunk... how many bottles are there..." Jiang Kuo held Duan Feifan's head, waiting for Brother Bang to straighten his legs, and wanted to hold his arm and pull him off the ground.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Duan Feifan's weight, and with this state of completely uncoordinating strength, he actually pulled it up, and Duan Feifan's head was leaning back.

"Hold his head a little." A T-shirt that just ran into the dormitory explained.

Another black shorts touched the key from Duan Feifan.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

To be honest, he has never dealt with people, and someone is drunk when he goes back to the party, but he has never looked at him more often. He suddenly asked him to lift people, and he was a little busy.

As soon as he let go of his hand to support his head, Duan Feifan's body fell backwards.

He quickly grabbed Duan Feifan's chest and lifted it up hard.

Duan Feifan's T-shirt, which looked good in quality, was torn apart from his shoulders.

The 106 people turned their heads neatly and looked at him.

Jiang Kuo grabbed Duan Feifan's right arm and changed into a skillful tone: "Take your arm and hold your head."

The 107th person opened, and several people pulled Duan Feifan into the house with a big word.

"Recchair." Jiang Kuo once again skillfully directed.

I couldn't lift the bed anymore, but fortunately there was a recliner, so I had to put it on the floor if I had to change the dormitory.

After the recliner was placed flat, someone went to rub a towel.

"The air conditioner is turned on." Jiang Kuobian ran to the dormitory.

"Uncle Zhao!" He took a photo on the duty room window.

Uncle Zhao turned around and saw him, and immediately pointed: "Are you doing something?"

"Duan Feifan fainted!" Jiang Kuo, "Do you know what's wrong with him? I also drank a few bottles, suddenly..."

"Disap?" Uncle Zhao thought for two seconds.

"Don't you understand?" Jiang Kuo was anxious and took out his cell phone and prepared to dial 120.

"I'll go and have a look," Uncle Zhao made a gesture of "please be steady and don't panic", got up from the duty room, and walked in, "Are you drinking?"

"." Jiang Kuo pushed Uncle Zhao from behind, "Can you go quickly?"

"Be polite." Uncle Zhao speeded up, "It's okay if you drink, but you won't faint after drinking. He can't even drink Duan Ling!"

As a drunk person, Jiang Kuo couldn't understand that even if there were 45 cans of beer in three boxes, 45 cans, nine people could still be drunk and unconscious.

Uncle Zhao entered 107, walked to the recliner, bent down to look at Duan Feifan, and patted him on the face.

"Well..." Duan Feifan snorted.

"I fell asleep." Uncle Zhao got the end, "He was like this when he was a child. He drank a glass of beer and fell asleep while standing."

Horse?

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan and looked up at Uncle Zhao again.

"I guess," Black Shorts sighed, "I snored when I just wiped my face."

"Everyone goes back to the dormitory." Uncle Zhao waved his hand, "Just have someone here to guard it."

Several people from 106 looked at Jiang Kuo at the same time. After all, this person wandered between 119 and 107 every day and had a double sacrificial family.

"...I'm." Jiang Kuo.

Rescuing stray animals generally requires adhering to the principle of "rescuing people first"... and Duan Feifan also drank this way on his barbecue pa.

After everyone left, Jiang Kuo went back to 119 and took his bed and stepped on it. I don’t know how many kicks he had shattered. Although Duan Feifan shook it for him, he was still a little uncomfortable. He poked a pin on the end he thought he had been stepped on to show the difference.

"Is it serious?" Tang Li asked, "Can it be alcoholism?"

"Uncle Zhao has been like this since he was a child, and his alcohol tolerance is too poor." Jiang Kuo.

"A real person should not behave like a person," Li Zirui sighed. "I always think of him as a 'boss! I have two pounds of beef and three pounds of wine', and I think of it."

"Then..." Ma Xiao suddenly spoke, "He had a dispute in the world. His enemy assassinated him without poisoning him, he only needed a few cans of beer."

Several people laughed wildly.

Jiang Kuo entered 107 with the quilt in his arms. When he saw Duan Feifan, he remembered Ma Xiao's words. He stood there and had been having fun for a long time before putting the quilt on the recliner next to him.

The huge money-spending recliner was slept by Duan Daxia, so he could only sleep with this huge money-spending recliner.

He originally thought that the two recliners were different, but when he lay on it, he realized that this one was cheap, with a maximum angle of not 180 degrees, and it was very comfortable to sleep with a huge amount of money.

He straightened his back of the chair again, and took his cell phone to find Da Cannon to ask about Benben's situation.

Duan Feifan next to him suddenly sat up.

"Awaken?" Jiang Kuo was stunned. Was this man so shocked when he woke up drunk?

But Duan Feifan ignored him and turned his head to this side. After sitting for two seconds, he fell back and continued to sleep.

"I should have recorded it for you just now." Jiang Kuo.

I just waited for a gift, but I was afraid that people would hang out in the corridor at night!

By the way, a gift.

Jiang Kuo stood up and looked in the dormitory. He saw where there were gifts and anything that looked like gifts. He even glanced under the table.

"Where is the gift?" Jiang Kuo walked to Duan Feifan and pushed him, "Duan Feifan."

Duan Feifan's arm moved, which meant to wake up.

The possible place in the end was probably the wardrobe, locked, but Duan Feifan was asleep, so he couldn't open the wardrobe to see.

But it should be impossible. In Duan Feifan's case, it is unlikely that he would hide the gift in the wardrobe when others could come in.

This kind of stupid thing is only done when Mr. Jiang gives his wife a gift.

Jiang Kuo sighed and lay back in the lounge chair.

Although he has any expectations for gifts and can surprise him when he is a gift, in this situation, I personally tell him that I have a gift for you, and then I will go to the following.

Curiosity makes people unable to sleep.

If this person is a cannon, he will not be able to do it, but this person is a college classmate, a person who lives in a world he has fully understood.

This gift is full of unknowns.

He sat up again.

There is another place to look for.

That's a big cardboard box on Duan Feifan's desk.

The lid of the carton is tightly covered, with strips as big as a palm.

Jiang Kuo walked over and looked in. He couldn't see clearly in the shadows. He took his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and looked back at Duan Feifan.

Then he quickly shook the light of his cell phone on the cardboard box and scanned his eyes with the light.

Create a scene of walking by the side and scanning the eyes.

Then he saw a bow.

Just it!

Jiang Kuo lifted the lid of the carton.

There was a huge black chinchilla inside, which looked ceramic, with a small bow tied to its ear, looking like the one on the cake box that Jiang Lelai bought for him that day.

He reached out and knocked, "Wrong, ceramic."

What's this thing?

He put down his cell phone, held the box and wanted to put the thing on the ground and take a look.

Holding the cardboard box.

The carton only slid half a centimeter on the table.
To be continued...