Gu Fei looked up at him, smiled and said nothing, picked up a bottle of beer and gently knocked it on the bottle in front of him, took a sip and continued to barbecue.

It was the first time Jiang Cheng had a meal face to face with a basically stranger at the same table. He didn't want to talk, and now he had nothing to say.

Gu Fei looked like he didn't seem to be interested in talking anymore. Gu Xiaomei was probably really a mute, and she ate with wine and meat very happily.

During the silence, Jiang Cheng ate four plates of meat with his swelling head. He felt that she had eaten almost the same food. Gu Fei went out to get it several times.

She put down her chopsticks after Jiang Cheng finished eating, leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed her stomach.

"Are you full?" Gu Fei asked.

She nodded.

"It's better than your brother." Jiang Cheng couldn't help but summarize.

"Why did you come?" Gu Fei also put down his chopsticks, "It'll take you back later, it's just the way."

"Motorcycle?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Yes." Gu Fei nodded.

"Drinking is still overloaded?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Gu Fei didn't say anything, staring at him with a look of mockery or something else in his eyes for a long time, and finally patted Gu Miao on the shoulder: "Let's go."

After Gu Fei took Gu Miao away, Jiang Cheng got up and went to get half a plate of meat and a small basket of lettuce leaves.

The lettuce pork belly that Gu Fei had made him before was quite delicious and refreshing and not greasy.

After eating the half plate of meat, he felt that he should probably walk back and eat.

But it was too cold outside. He hurried behind the leather curtain at the entrance of the mall and took out his cell phone and wanted to call a car, but five minutes later, no one took the order.

But Pan Zhi called again: "There are two stations for this ticket, and the time is different. Which station should I buy?"

"East Station," said Jiang Cheng, "I only know East Station."

"Okay," Pan Zhi said, "I'll pick me up at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You'll send me your address later. I'll look for a hotel nearby."

"Maybe not," Jiang Cheng recalled the overall feeling of that area. It was not like a place where there was a hotel. "You can book whatever you want, it's not too big here."

After hanging up the phone, someone finally answered the order. Jiang Cheng felt unhappy when he got into the car.

Maybe this is because people are not adapted to the local environment. Few people who usually have colds change their environment and turn into a beautiful flower. After a whole morning, they ate their favorite food and showed no signs of getting better. They are almost out of business.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

These two days, it is estimated that all the people at Mao’s family who are celebrating the New Year have come out. There are a lot of cars on the road. The driver drives hard, and one kicks the accelerator and one kicks the brakes quickly. Within ten minutes of driving, Jiang Cheng felt his stomach churning.

Although the journey was not far and the whole journey was only half an hour, when he saw the intersection of Gu Fei's house, he couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't even speak. He directly slapped the car door a few times.

"Here?" the driver asked.

He nodded and slapped the car door twice.

The driver stopped the car. He opened the car door and jumped out of the car, rushed to a trash can on the side of the road and vomited it out.

He couldn't bear to watch this terrible scene.

After a lot of ups and downs, he finally calmed down, leaving only his head hurting as if it was about to explode. He supported the wall with his hand and wanted to get out of his pocket with a tissue, but he didn't touch it for a long time.

When Zhenghuo was rising from the soles of his feet, a small arm stretched out from the side, holding a few tissues in his hand.

He grabbed the tissue and covered his mouth and wiped it a few times before looking up.

There is really no shortage of coincidences in this world.

Gu Miao stood beside her, wearing her green hat, and three steps behind him were Gu Fei with a look on his face.

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng nodded at Gu Miao. He was quite frustrated in such a state of embarrassing and unable to turn around and leave, or saying "What do you think about your mother?"

Gu Miao stretched out his hand, grabbed his hand, and pulled it forward, probably because he wanted to help him walk.

"No need." Jiang Cheng pulled out his hand.

Gu Miao grabbed his hand again, but still wanted to help him.

"It's really no need, I'm fine." Jiang Cheng said.

When he wanted to pull out his hand again, Gu Miao grabbed his hand and didn't put it down.

"Ermiao..." Gu Fei walked over.

Gu Miao still didn't let go.

Jiang Cheng didn't know how to communicate with her, and all kinds of discomfort made him shake off Gu Miao's hand with some annoyance: "You don't need to help me if you say it!"

Gu Miao didn't move, and his hand was still lifted in the air, stunned.

Before Jiang Cheng's guilt could spread, he felt his neck tightening suddenly, and Gu Fei grabbed the collar from behind and staggered.

"Fuck..." He turned his head and bumped his elbow back at the same time.

Gu Fei's hand caught his elbow, and the hand holding his collar tightened again. He had to lean with Gu Fei intimately.

The strangled neck made him want to vomit again.

"She likes you very much," Gu Fei whispered in his ear, "but sometimes she can't understand other people's emotions very much, please take care of it."

Jiang Cheng wanted to say that I had lived for 17 years and hadn't seen anyone who asked someone for this method, but he couldn't say so many words, so he could only squeeze out three words from his teeth: "I'm going to vomit."

Gu Fei let go.

He leaned on the wall and retching for a few times and didn't vomit anything.

Gu Fei handed over the bottle of water, he took it and unscrewed it and poured it on two puffs. After he recovered, he looked at Gu Miao: "I'm fine, don't help me."

Gu Miao nodded and retreated to Gu Fei.

"I'm back." He threw half of the water into the trash can, turned around and walked towards the intersection ahead.

Hold!

When he returned to Li Baoguo, as soon as he opened the door, Jiang Cheng smelled the aroma of the meal.

Li Baoguo was standing in the living room with his cell phone dialing.

Jiang Cheng was about to speak when the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and took it and looked at it. The number was Li Baoguo: "You..."

Li Baoguo turned his head when he heard the ringtone of his cell phone, and shouted in a loud voice: "Oh! When will I come back? I'll call you!"

"Just entering the door," Jiang Cheng closed the door, "You... didn't hear it?"

"The ears are not good," Li Baoguo pointed to his ears, "I have to turn my head to the sound to hear it clearly."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Where have you been?" Li Baoguo went into the kitchen to get a pot of soup, "I've been waiting for you to have a meal for a long time."

"I..." Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and did not say that he had gone to eat the self-service barbecue, "I went to the hospital."

"Go to the hospital?" Li Baoguo immediately shouted, and while shouting, he reached out and touched his face a few times, "Is he sick? Where is he uncomfortable? Have a fever? Is he not adapting to the local environment?"

"It's okay to take medicine." Jiang Cheng saw that he endured his yellow and black hand that was emitting the strong smell of smoke for this lunch, and did not slap him.

"I tell you, if you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to go to the hospital. There is a community clinic on the street next to you, which is pretty good," said Li Baoguo. "It's just that the door is a little concave and it's not easy to see. It's next to the small supermarket."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng thought for a while, "Little supermarket? It's Gu Fei..."

"How do you know Gu Fei?" Li Baoguo turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "I just arrived, and I got along with him?"

"No," Jiang Cheng was too lazy to explain, "I went to the small supermarket in the morning to buy things."

"I'll tell you," Li Baoguo's voice became louder. Although his voice had always been quite loud, it was particularly loud at this moment. "Don't get along with him, that kid is not a good thing!"

"…Oh." Jiang Cheng took off his coat and threw it into the inner room.

Li Baoguo looked at him, probably waiting for him to ask why. After waiting for a while, he didn't say anything, so he came over and said with a story: "Do you know why he is not a good thing?"

"Why?" Jiang Cheng was not interested in knowing this, but he still cooperated with him to ask.

"He killed his real father!" Li Baoguo said, getting closer and excitedly spitting out half of his face.

Jiang Cheng stood up and avoided it, smeared it hard on his face a few times. When he was about to get angry, he suddenly realized: "What? Who should I kill?"

"His dear father!" Li Baoguo shouted halfway, "drowned his dear father."

Jiang Cheng saw that he didn't say anything, and Li Baoguo's excited expression, if he wanted to, he would probably be able to chat about this kind of gossip for the whole afternoon.

Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng didn't believe it.

"Don't you have to go to jail if you kill your biological father?" He sat on the chair at the table and pinched his swollen eyebrows.

"It's been so many years ago, what's the jail?" Li Baoguo also sat down, "No one saw it with his own eyes."

"No one saw it..." Jiang Cheng smiled.

"Everyone knows what's going on. When the police came, his father was in the lake and he was on the shore. That expression..." Li Baoguo tsk in a series of words, "You can tell at a glance that it was him who did it... Do you eat it? Do you taste the dishes to your taste?"

Jiang Cheng didn't make a sound and picked up a piece of ribs.

"It's for his Ermiao," Li Baoguo probably saw that he didn't believe it, and added it as if to enhance credibility, "He was thrown into blood by his father, and he won't even say anything after he's rescued."
Chapter completed!