"Do you want to go back to bed and go to bed?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan moved his neck and stood up.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifan stood there without moving, and was stunned for a while and turned to look at him.

"Go up?" Jiang Kuo said, "Is it still dizzy?"

"No," Duan Feifan hesitated for a moment, "I'm going to take off my clothes."

"How fresh!" Jiang Kuo was shocked, "Take it off! Have I never seen it?"

Duan Feifan laughed, and said nothing else. He raised his hand and took off his shirt and threw it on the recliner.

Have I never seen it?

I've seen it many times!

Jiang Kuo looked at the scars on Duan Feifan's back. But at this moment, it seemed like he was back to the first time he saw these scars.

When Duan Feifan's clothes were thrown in front of him, he had a familiar and distant fragrance of laundry detergent, and he had never changed his brand.

This dual stimulation of smell and vision is quite stimulating.

When Duan Feifan wanted to take off his pants, he turned around and looked at him again, letting go of his hand that was hooked up with his pants and going straight to bed.

"I've been wearing my pants since yesterday's long distance?" Jiang Kuo stared at him, "I've been struggling outside for another day today, and I'm going to bed?"

"...Hey!" Duan Feifan lay on the bed, kicked off his pants twice, raised his hand and threw his pants on the recliner.

Then he immediately stuck his arms out and stuck his head out: "Damn, I didn't throw it at you."

"No." Jiang Kuo said, "It's quite accurate."

"I'm scared to death," Duan Feifan fell back on the pillow, "I'm going to hit you in the face. Do I have to drive a wheelchair to open tomorrow?"

Jiang Kuo smiled and said, "It's not that you are sick, I'm still very tolerant of the patient."

"Is that right?" Duan Feifan smiled.

"You..." Jiang Kuo looked at the dormitory door. Duan Feifan had already lie down and it was time for him to go back to the dormitory.

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifan turned over, "Please hand me the water."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo went over and took the cup and reached out to him, "Do you want anything else?"

Duan Feifan finished drinking the water and paused: "I want to eat spicy hot pot."

"What?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

But soon before Duan Feifan could speak, he nodded: "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

"I still want to drink soy milk," Duan Feifan said, "The restaurant where Ding Zhe treated me that day had late-night snacks."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, took a breath and vomited slowly: "That's two directions."

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded with gritted teeth, turned around and walked towards the door, "Wait."

"Bring another ice cream, the kind you liked to eat before," Duan Feifan said.

That ice cream is only available in the supermarket next to the community where you rent a house.

"Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo turned around and roared with a voice.

"Oh." Duan Feifan poked his head out of the bed and looked at him.

Jiang Kuo found a smile on his face.

"I'm indeed quite tolerant," Duan Feifan said, "I was angry only when I got ice cream."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo smiled, walked back to the bed, was silent for a while before saying again, "I think if it were me, you would go and you wouldn't be angry."

"I don't think you have such a request." Duan Feifan said, "You are not so unreasonable."

Jiang Kuo smiled and didn't say anything.

"You go back to the dormitory to rest," Duan Feifan said, "I'm not very dizzy now, I'm just sleepy."

"Don't you eat spicy hot pot?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I have to vomit on the spot." Duan Feifan said, "I have eaten so much hot pot tonight."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo tapped the edge of the bed twice, "Good night."

"Good night." Duan Feifan smiled, "Help me turn off the light."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo looked at him, walked back two steps, turned off the light, and opened the dormitory door.

"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifan called him lightly.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo turned around.

"Thank you." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, stood at the door for a while before gently closing the door.

On the first day of the holiday, many people in the classroom looked obviously depressed.

Jiang Kuo slept quite soundly yesterday. In the morning, Tang Li yelled at his bed several times before he woke up. He was still quite excited now.

Duan Feifan's physique should be different from ordinary people. He didn't sleep the day before yesterday. He was dizzy and vomited yesterday. He was full of energy when he woke up all night. He rushed to Dong Kun, who had already walked outside the dormitory building and shouted "Kun'er, Xiaolongbao two drawers", so that he could hear it in a dormitory building. A group of people in the building shouted: "Okay--"

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan. Duan Feifan kept replying to the news under the table. The business opened in the afternoon and there were many people going there. One person asked a question at a while, and he was busy.

Niu Sandao's Weibo has also been opened. There are no fans at this moment, but Duan Feifan has posted a few of them. The copywriting and pictures are all written and selected by Jiang Kuo before, and just post them between them.

Jiang Kuo didn't touch his phone. He was a little nervous before the game, and he was excited.

Although he kept staring at the teacher, he didn't listen to anything the teacher said. Several times when he came to his senses, he even had to think about what class he was taking.

However, this state made him think a little more, and it might not be enough for Yang Ke, the customer service.

During lunch, the model group sat at the same table and discussed going to help immediately after eating.

"Are we staff or customers?" Liu Pang asked.

"Staff," Duan Feifan said, "There are already many customers. You help me with my uncle. Someone is 'filmed'. They are so panicked. Yesterday, someone took a shot of him cutting meat, and he almost won't be able to take the knife."

"Damn," Ding Zhe smiled for a long time, "Why is Duan Lao San the market leader Duan? Is it so bad to look at the camera?"

"You haven't seen the photos of the excellent store in the market last year. Everyone laughed so brightly, just like he grinned his teeth and was ruthless." Duan Feifan said.

"Okay, I'll leave it to us. Let's adapt to other things," said Dong Kun.

"Oh," Sun Ji put down his chopsticks and looked at them with emotion, "I didn't expect that this matter would be done like this as I was talking about it. Xindian, Jiang beef shop, online store... From now on, you two will be Boss Jun and Boss Qian."

As soon as these two names came out, several people were stunned for a moment before they realized.

"What the hell is this?" Ding Zhe said while laughing.

"Boss Jiang and Boss Duan are so ordinary. How many Boss Jiang and Boss Duan are there in the world?" Sun Ji said.

"Boss Jun may be less," said Jiang Kuo, "Boss Qian is not a little bit."

"Boss Kuo." Dong Kun said.

"Can I not call Boss Jun, I don't sound serious?" Duan Feifan said.

After a few people had fun, they finally decided to call Duan Feifan Boss Fan.

"You two strive to be promoted next year." Liu Pang clapped his hands.

"What?" Ding Zhe was stunned, "Are you a father?"

"Fuck." Duan Feifan couldn't help but exclaimed his comprehension.

"Dad, what kind of dad, you are, Mr. Fan and Mr. Kuo!" Liu Pang looked disgusted, "Ding Zhe, are you in love? Recently, IQ has been falling sharply and can't even hold back."

"It's just a promotion, but it's a word." Ding Zhe waved his hand.

The opening hours are 3:17 pm.

If it were said that the uncle had found someone else to calculate it, Duan Feifan would not believe it. If they hadn't been to class in the morning, the uncle might have calculated it at 9:21.

When a group of people arrived at the new store, Fan Jiabao had already arrived and was looking at his cell phone at the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Meet," Duan Feifan waved, "My classmate and buddy, this is the landlord of Niu Sandao's new store, and the new house I rented is also his."

As a social group that has already debuted, the role models have become familiar with Fan Jiabao in just a few minutes and seem to have known each other for several years.

"Are you sent the flower basket?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Sent here," said the old aunt, "Are you put it on?"

"Put it." Fan Jiabao said, "I said it was putting it in the morning, but my uncle would not let it go, saying it would affect other people's aisles."

"What does that affect?" Ding Zhe said, "We will occupy all this path now!"

While a group of people were placing flower baskets, a delivery car drove over and the driver asked, "Niu Sandao!"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo, who was standing by the road, responded.
To be continued...