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Duan Feifan got up and lie down, but he didn’t know how long Jiang Kuo sat here.

He originally felt quite sober, but now he found that this sober may not reach the level of this kind of field.

After all, he was still drunk and had no idea why Jiang Kuo was sitting here. After all, with Jiang Kuo's support, as long as the door was not opened, he would knock on the door first.

Now I am... OK, I have no way to do it myself.

Duan Feifan touched his phone and looked at it. At around three o'clock, he sat up and lowered his head and yawned so hard that he couldn't help it.

"Is there water?" he asked. "I'm a little thirsty."

"There is one in the reception area, let's fall down." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan stood up and left the room. The sensing lights in the corridor lighted up all the way.

There is a pipeline machine in the reception area. He studied it and took a cup of warm water.

The cup was taken from the small tea tray next to it, and four glass cups with different colors. It can be seen that Jiang Kuo may use it normally. Duan Feifan probably used it with blue flowers. Because he put it outside, he took the yellow flowers.

After drinking half a cup, he took another full cup and prepared to take it back to the room.

After drinking the water, the person became much more awake. He suddenly felt a little afraid to go back to the room with a glass of water.

Jiang Kuo is a direct person. In many cases, he is not a person who can leave children for others. Although Jiang Kuo is still very good-tempered when he is familiar with these people, Duan Feifan said that if there is something that really makes him unhappy, he will definitely not bear it.

When he went back, Duan Feifan repeatedly recalled every detail of the night in his mind.

Maybe I had drunk alcohol but didn’t drink enough to drink a glass of water. Will there be some things I didn’t control my position?

When he returned to the room, Jiang Kuo was still sitting there, as if he had a "cupuncture point".

Duan Feifan went on and put the cup on the small side table next to the sofa.

Jiang Kuo glanced at the cup.

"Those four cups," Duan Feifan asked, "did you use them too?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Which one should be used?" Duan Feifan asked.

"That's it." Jiang Kuo said.

"...I thought you used blue." Duan Feifan was stunned.

"The yellow one looks good," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "No, I'm not that particular about it."

Duan Feifan smiled and sat on the sofa.

Jiang Kuo looked at him again and stopped talking.

This atmosphere made Duan Feifan really unable to withstand it. Jiang Kuo's state of constant movement even from him to the point where he didn't even smile, as if he was punishing him in some psychological manner, and it was like...

Duan Feifan looked at him: "Do your legs have numb?"

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything. After a while, he frowned and tskated: "Yes."

Although Duan Feifan still had more than 10,000 doubts, he couldn't help laughing at this moment: "Do you want help?"

Jiang Kuo frowned and hesitated for a moment: "Hurry."

Duan Feifan didn't give him time to react, so he got up and grabbed his ankle on his knees. After straightening it, he shook it.

"Fuck." When Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and cursed, the intense soreness had passed.

Duan Feifan quickly reached out and rubbed his calves back and forth: "Are you okay?"

"Fuck"..." Jiang Kuo raised his head, "Okay."

Duan Feifan glanced up along his collarbone, quickly let go of his hand, and sat back on the sofa.

Jiang Kuo sat and moved his legs and let out a sigh of relief.

Duan Feifan really wanted to ask him what was wrong and why he had to run here to sit in the middle of the night.

But he didn't dare. Although his reaction was unreasonable if he didn't ask why, he still didn't ask.

"You go to bed." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded.

No matter whether it is strange or not, I just fell back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

But Jiang Kuo no longer sat there and watched him, but stood up.

He also took a step to the sofa.

Duan Feifan closed his eyes and secretly got lucky. He stretched his abdominal muscles to prevent Jiang Kuotu from punching him in the stomach.

"Good night." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan opened his eyes and saw Jiang Kuo looking down at him. He also said, "Good night."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything else and turned around.

When I went out, the light fell off and brought the door with me.

When Duan Feifan heard the door click, he suddenly relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I was quite sleepy at first, but now I have no sleepiness at all.

After lying on the sofa for a long time, he "touched" his cell phone, turned on his treasured sleep aid video, put on his headphones, listened to his sister's soft whisper, and looked at his hands making various gestures in front of the screen.

He remembered Jiang Kuo's hands when he shuffled the cards, which also had the same sleep aid effect.

Jiang Kuo slept quite well. In the morning, my mother knocked on the door outside several times, and then called him, and he woke up.

After changing clothes and washing up, I found that all the role models had already gotten up and were having breakfast in the restaurant.

beef.

He smelled this scent very familiar.

"Who cooked the beef?" he asked.

"Auntie Liu." Ding Zhe said.

"Impossible," Jiang Kuo turned to look at the kitchen. Aunt Liu just took him over and asked again, "Did you cook this?"

"Cooked in a special recipe," said Aunt Liu with a smile, "and added a little bit of that sauce. He said that if you put too much, it would not be the taste of clear soup beef. If you put a little bit, it would be just right..."

Jiang Kuo was quite shocked. When did Duan Feifan get up, he also exchanged cooking skills with Aunt Liu.

"Where is Duan Feifan?" He sat down, picked up chopsticks, and found that the person on this table was not as good as Duan Feifan.

"Play table tennis with President Jiang downstairs." Dong Kun said, "President Jiang plays table tennis very well, I can't tell."

"...playing table tennis?" Jiang Kuo was even more shocked.

"Originally we wanted to have a fun," Liu Pang whispered, "As a result, President Jiang came to join in the fun and knocked us down. Only Duan Feifan could withstand it, but he was still there..."

Mr. Jiang probably has never received his son's classmates at home, and he feels happier than his son.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything anymore, lowered his head and finished eating quickly, threw down his chopsticks and went to the entertainment room.

As soon as I got down the stairs, I heard Mr. Jiang’s voice: “The next game.”

"Okay." Duan Feifan replied.

Then I heard the sound of a ping-pong ball, which was quite fast.

He entered the entertainment room and saw Mr. Jiang who had already played the ball and sweated on his forehead, and Duan Feifan, who raised his hand and smashed him, but he didn't have time to put on the ball.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and neither Mr. Jiang nor Duan Feifan noticed him coming in.

Mr. Jiang likes to play table tennis, but no one plays with him at home, so this platform is rarely used normally. Usually, he will pull people from the company to play when he wants to play.

But Mr. Jiang has a very high table tennis level, and there are not many people in the company who can make him enjoy the game.

Now that he meets Duan Feifan who can kill him, Mr. Jiang is obviously very involved. Jiang Kuo did not interrupt their game and stood quietly by the door and watched.

"Can anyone in your market practice you to this level?" Mr. Jiang picked up the ball and hit Duan Feifan, "Have you learned it specifically?"

"There are older kids who are better than me," Duan Feifan caught the ball and flicked it lightly on the table a few times. "How could we learn these things specifically? There is a "reudo" cement platform in the market. My father made a board for me with a triple board and then hit it."

"It's interesting," Mr. Jiang glanced at him, "Then you were fun when you were young than when Jiang Kuo was young, so it would be better for children to grow wild."

"There are pros and cons," Duan Feifan smiled, "We are all wild."

Duan Feifan has better physical strength and skills than Mr. Jiang, but it can be seen that he did not give in to Mr. Jiang either. This should be a little pleasant for Mr. Jiang. He doesn't like others to give in to him. If his level is not good enough, he can fight, but he will be very unhappy even if he is given up by others.

The two of them played and chatted, Duan Feifan was always leading. After the fast balls came down in the next few rounds, Mr. Jiang revealed his flaws. Duan Feifan scored a neat kill and won the next point.

"This ball is beautiful!" said Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Kuo has only been there now.

"Are you up?" Mr. Jiang saw him and asked.

"I've finished breakfast," said Jiang Kuo, "Did you two eat or not?"

"I've eaten," Duan Feifan said, "I'll get up at around five o'clock, and Aunt Liu just happened to make breakfast."
To be continued...