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Duan Feifan didn't hide, and this punch hit him hard in the face.

He regretted the moment he said this. He didn't know how he could say the words that he was the most unlikely to say at this time.

At that moment, he became the kind of person he didn't want to be the one who spoke "I told you blabla" the most. It was not surprising that Jiang Kuo beat him up at all.

You deserve extraordinary.

"It's me wrong, yes, I forced you to agree!" Jiang Kuo came over and pushed him hard, "Retaliate! Are you blaming me!"

Duan Feifan bumped into the cabinet behind, and touched the pot with half a pot of rice and a bowl next to him, and almost brought the pot to the ground.

He subconsciously picked up the pot and put it into the table. Jiang Kuo also subconsciously gave in to the side.

After he put the pot, Jiang Kuo came to his senses and pulled his arm into the living room: "Fuck you out!"

"Jiang Kuo..." Duan Feifan was pushed into the living room by him and turned around to explain.

"Retaliate!" Jiang Kuo was obviously very angry, and punched him in the chest.

This punch was actually not too hard, but this position was very accurate, and Duan Feifan had a strong urge to cough.

He turned his head and coughed a few times.

"Is it! Is it blamed me?" Jiang Kuo came to his face, "I asked me not to force you to ask if I like me, I asked me not to force you to agree, so there will be no troubles in the future, right?"

"No." Duan Feifan said.

"Don't coax me!" Jiang Kuo punched him in the arm again, "Are you not annoyed that you have coaxed me for so much time? Haven't you had enough of it!"

Duan Feifan suspected that Jiang Kuo was not only good at swimming, skiing, horse racing, archery, skydiving, but also practiced fighting, and seemed to be randomly punching. He could accurately hit the most painful position with each hit.

Jiang Kuo was really angry. For a young master who has been spoiled since childhood, he did whatever he wanted, this was actually the first time Duan Feifan was really angry when he saw him.

Even when he was provoking Lu Haobo before, Jiang Kuo could not get angry even if he did it. He was crushed with contempt and always had a hint of relaxation.

This time, Jiang Kuo was really angry.

But I had no way to calm him down.

If you change someone, you will know what to do.

But it was Jiang Kuo.

The person who was close and uneasy with him.

He didn't know what to do.

Just as he didn't know how to break the silence with his dad, he was clearly the closest person he had ever been.

Now he is also at a loss when facing Jiang Kuo.

"Yes, that's it," Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "Just just don't say anything! Just say nothing, just put it in your heart, just be right if everyone can't get close to you!"

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifan looked at him, "It's me wrong."

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Jiang Kuo said, "You're never right. If you're used to something wrong, you don't think you've ever been right! I don't want you to admit your mistake! Don't want you to apologize!"

"Let's talk." Duan Feifan walked over.

"I won't chat!" Jiang Kuo roared, "I don't want anything, you understand me, I understand you! What I want is that you don't do this anymore!"

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, and wanted to reach out and pull Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo raised his arm and blocked his hand.

Duan Feifan quickly grabbed his wrist and then pulled Jiang Kuo to his side. No matter what, he wanted to calm down Jiang Kuo first.

But Jiang Kuo grabbed his wrist while being grabbed by him, and then pulled his arm and turned around.

It was too late when Duan Feifan discovered something was wrong.

Jiang Kuo threw him over his shoulder and swung him onto the sofa.

Duan Feifan flicked on the sofa twice, sighed, and stopped moving, but just raised his arm and put it on his eyes.

Jiang Kuo stood next to the sofa, silent for a long time, and did not speak anymore.

Duan Feifan could only hear his breathing that had not calmed down.

"I didn't throw you to the ground, don't pretend to be dead." Jiang Kuo finally spoke.

"No," Duan Feifan said, and called him softly, "Jiang Kuo."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

Duan Feifan sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his face, rubbed it to the place on his face where Jiang Kuo punched him, and stopped quickly.

Then he stood up and hugged Jiang Kuo.

"I'm sorry," Duan Feifan said, "I'm sorry for what I just said."

Jiang Kuo didn't make any noise.

"I don't know how to express it," Duan Feifan tightened his arms, "This is not what I want to say, I want to..."

The doorbell was suddenly ringed, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle □□." Duan Feifan gritted his teeth.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment, and then started to laugh.

"Maybe it was the police," Duan Feifan let go and see, "I'll go and have a look." "Police?" Jiang Kuo was shocked, "How do you know?"

"Based on my experience of dealing with the old lady downstairs for many years, they usually do what they say," Duan Feifan looked out from the cat's eyes, "It's two policemen."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm opening the door." Duan Feifan said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo looked at the position on his face where it had obviously become red and swollen, and there was a little scratch.

Duan Feifan opened the door.

"Hello, we are police officers in the area," said the policeman outside the door. "I just received a call from the residents of your building and said that you have..."

The police saw the wound on Duan Feifan's face: "Fighting and fighting."

"Yes...we two," Duan Feifan pointed at Jiang Kuo, "It's a fight."

The police looked at Jiang Kuo and then looked at him: "Can we go in and take a look?"

"Convenient," Duan Feifan asked aside, "Please come in."

"Are you tenants?" The police stood in the kitchen and the door of the room and looked inside.

"Yes." Duan Feifan replied.

"If you have anything to do, don't do it," the policeman pointed to Duan Feifan's face. "You see, this is injured. What problems can a fight solve?"

"Are you injured?" Another policeman asked Jiang Kuo.

"No." Jiang Kuo shook his head.

"You see, it's not evenly matched," the police said. "What problem can this solve?"

Duan Feifan smiled: "Yes."

"If you are injured in a fight, you still have to be treated. If you are serious, you will still be responsible for your legal responsibility," the police said. "Even if it is not serious, it will disturb the public, right?"

"I understand," Duan Feifan said, "we will pay attention in the future."

After the police confirmed that there was no problem, they left and pointed at them again: "Stop doing it anymore, let's reason if you have something to do."

"Oh, okay." Duan Feifan nodded.

After closing the door, Duan Feifan watched the two policemen enter the elevator in the eyes of the cat, and then turned around.

Jiang Kuo ignored him and went into the kitchen.

Duan Feifan followed in and saw Jiang Kuo pouring out the rice thrown back into the pot again.

He stood aside and watched silently.

"No need to talk to me now," said Jiang Kuo. "I don't want to listen to what you say to me anymore. I may not have done it, but..."

"Fight well." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo paused his movements, looked back at him, and continued his work: "That's right, you're good at playing."

After pouring the rice, Jiang Kuo probably forgot what he had checked before, "How to cook rice to make it delicious." He took out his cell phone and read it again, then washed the rice, and when pouring out the water, he poured out the rice and could have a handful of it.

Jiang Kuo looked back at him.

"It's still edible," Duan Feifan said, "just pick it up."

"It's all in that sink and that little bucket," Jiang Kuo was disgusted and shocked, "Pick it up?"

"I washed and disinfected the house when I cleaned up," Duan Feifan said, "Just take out that little bucket and pour it back into the pot."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, reached out to pick out the stainless steel filter, poured the rice into the bowl: "Wash these again."

He put the rice bowl under the faucet. Duan Feifan wanted to stop the water when boiling water, but he didn't have time.
To be continued...