9

Duan Feifan looked at him and said for a long time: "What do you always do this? You are very skilled in your business."

"Am I sick, I always spend money to buy a broken land to stay?" Jiang Kuo said.

This kind of thing that makes no sense except for taking advantage of others will naturally only take one time from getting started to mastering.

"What did I say last time?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Nonsense is an important part of your interpersonal relationship," said Jiang Kuo. "Who knows what the last time you got is..."

"I said this was the last time you blew the air conditioner before installing the air conditioner in school." Duan Feifan said, "I can't just stay home if I'm fine, right?"

"I'm sleeping in a lounge chair," Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth, "You sleep in your bed, it won't affect you."

"I've made this for you. Everyone comes to me to sleep by then. I can't live anymore. I don't like to squeeze in with people..." Duan Feifan's tone was very calm, but the meaning was very obvious, but it just couldn't.

"I thought too much, they can't afford this price." Jiang Kuo had never been rejected so kindly, and he couldn't find any better reason to convince Duan Feifan for a while.

"I heard that 911 was doing something big just now?" The dormitory door was pushed open with a slam.

When Jiang Kuo turned around, he saw Dong Kun and Ding Zhe who had just been caught in the room, holding awkwardly.

"Beat Lu Haobo." Duan Feifan replied.

"Yes!" Dong Kun laughed hard twice, "How did you beat me?"

"It hit me with 911." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey," Ding Zhe smiled awkwardly, "It's not that meaning. We usually give code names to people who are not particularly familiar with them. Sometimes we can't react to the name."

"He likes cars very much," said Dong Kun. "The day you came to school, he would just look at your car, so he called you 911."

"Come on," Ding Zhe raised the bag in his hand, "Malatang, eat together."

"...No," said Jiang Kuo. These people are really friends, and their tastes are the same. The Malatang family, "I don't eat Malatang, it's not that I don't eat Malatang in the stall, it's not that I don't eat Malatang."

Ding Zhe looked at him, stunned for a while before nodding: "Oh."

"You two are just chatting?" Dong Kun asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to him, "Ask him to let me stay here for another night in the evening."

"Stay here for one night?" Dong Kun paused, "Another?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

Dong Kun turned to look at Duan Feifan: "I remember you said it?"

"He said," Ding Zhe whispered, "If you don't want to drive, just let him get into my house or something."

Although Ding Zhe's words were very low, Jiang Kuo quickly caught the point. Before Duan Feifan could speak, he slapped the table: "Car comes back the day after tomorrow, you can drive it."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Several people looked at him.

"Please help me persuade him," Jiang Kuo pointed at Duan Feifan, "Just that night, I had a fever so bad that I didn't want to go back to the dormitory to get bored."

"Ah," Ding Zhe cleared his throat and turned to look at Duan Feifan. "He is a patient... He is still sick in military training today. It's not easy. He is more dizzy than a girl..."

Thank you, senior, for not mentioning this.

Duan Feifan sighed, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and walked to Jiang Kuo: "The last time, and I really won't go home tonight."

"It's okay," said Jiang Kuo, "it's still one thousand five."

When Dong Kun and Ding Zhe heard this, they turned their heads suddenly and stared at this side.

Jiang Kuo scanned the code, stood up, clicked on his phone twice and reached in front of Ding Zhe: "Add it, I'll tell you when the car comes back."

"...Oh!" Ding Zhe quickly took out his phone and scanned Jiang Kuo's QR code, and added his friends.

"Then you eat," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll go back to the dormitory to put things in, and come here later."

"With a cover," Duan Feifan chased after, "This air conditioner is fixed at 16 degrees. Don't let it get cold all night and die tomorrow morning."

Jiang Kuo left the dormitory and brought the door with him.

"Damn!" Ding Zhe looked at the direction of the door and sighed heavily.

"I've given you one thousand five?" Dong Kun looked at Duan Feifan.

"Yes," Duan Feifan nodded, and turned his phone twice in his hand and threw it on the table, "Yesterday was also 1,500."

"Damn!" Ding Zhe turned his head, "Is this business a bit too profitable? How can I sleep? That bed is not covered."

"He slept in a lounge chair." Duan Feifan said.

"Damn." Dong Kun sighed and was confused, "You said this young master can endure hardship. He spent 1,005 to live in this dilapidated dormitory. You said he can't endure hardship. He can sleep on a recliner for a night."

"He is just not familiar with people now," Duan Feifan said. "You can see if he goes out to the hotel to check in or get an air conditioner back."

"It's good to have money," said Ding Zhe. "It's good to make three thousand in two nights?"

"Call Sun Ji and Liu Pang tomorrow," Duan Feifan said, "Go all night."

"Tomorrow, Senior Lu will check his bedroom," said Dong Kun.

"Do you dare to check on you?" Duan Feifan said.

"Have he checked your house today?" Ding Zhe asked.

"I didn't even come in," Duan Feifan stretched, "I was beaten up by someone's dormitory when I was showing off my power. 911 kicked him in the corridor, huh!"

Dong Kun and Ding Zhe were having fun while eating, laughing louder than the air conditioner.

"I've changed my mind about 911," Ding Zhe said. "I think he's okay, generous."

"Get out," Duan Feifan said, "you just rush to his car, and there is no view to change from the beginning."

"You really go to drive that car?" Dong Kun said, "Don't hit someone."

"It shouldn't be possible," said Ding Zhe, "I've watched a lot of videos."

Duan Feifan almost choked with laughter.

"This person is quite funny," Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo's circle of friends, "He didn't give me a small account, right? There was no content."

"Can it be seen in three days?" Dong Kun asked.

"No, I just haven't sent it before," Ding Zhe handed his phone in front of him, "the name is also quite small."

"jk921, name plus birthday, I usually set this password," Dong Kun looked, "This is the mystery of rich people."

"You two are enough," Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo returned to the dormitory with his clothes. Li Zirui and Tang Li were still talking about what had happened just now, and Ma Xiao washed up on the balcony.

The clothes are covered with dust, and normal people in the dormitory must be washed and hung immediately. But Jiang Kuo is not a normal person, he can't wash it. His highest attainment in washing clothes is washing underwear.

So he needed a bag to take the clothes to the hotel to wash.

While turning over the cabinet, Li Zirui saw the clothes he took back: "I thought you really threw them away, so hurry up and wash them, they are all ashes."

"I..." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether he could not wash it or he wanted to take it to a hotel to wash it.

Both of these should not sound very sociable.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth: "Okay."

He walked to the sink with his clothes, turned on the faucet, rolled the clothes, and stretched it into the bottom of the faucet, and the water immediately simmered his face.

"You uncle!" Jiang Kuo slapped the faucet in anger.

After a while, he stretched out his clothes again and carefully turned on the faucet a little. The water was too small. He bent over and stuck out there for a long time, but his clothes were not completely wet.

He could only use the faucet to avoid paying attention, and then slowly turn the water on and try to rub it.

The water sucked his face again.

"Die!" He smashed his clothes into the pool.

Perhaps the scene was too tragic. Ma Xiao, who could not say enough ten words in a day, was forced to say something by him: "Get a basin."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded without moving.

Ma Xiao probably guessed it, so he pointed to a blue basin next to him: "You can use mine, I just bought it."

Jiang Kuo had given up washing clothes, but Ma Xiao's words "I just bought them" seemed to see through him and he didn't want to use them, but he didn't see through them completely, which made him a little confused about what to do.

It is very difficult to maintain a "everyone is the same" state as someone who is not very familiar with the dormitory. He feels that his words and actions are out of place. Besides, he has never tried to do such things that always pay attention to other people's emotions before, and there is no such opportunity.

And now he found that once you pay attention to whether every sentence you say is appropriate, you will become unable to say a word.

As a patient who fainted before a girl in military training, he was very irritable.

Go to yours.

"I can't wash it," said Jiang Kuo. "I haven't washed my clothes before. I plan to take the hotel to wash it. If I had known it was so troublesome, it would be better not to wash it, and I wouldn't plan to wear it."

"Don't wear it anymore?" Ma Xiao asked.

"It's not enough to be angry." Jiang Kuo said.
To be continued...