Chapter Fifty-Eight

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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fifty-Eight"

weight="139742"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The underwater restaurant is one of the most famous attractions in Burj Al Arab.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone drove back to the hotel and came to the hotel lobby. After waiting for about five minutes, took a submarine and arrived at the underwater restaurant.

A giant sea water tank like an aquarium stands in the center of the restaurant, and all the dining places surround the cylindrical sea water tank. GCAA investigators apparently often come to the undersea restaurant, and they don't appear to be very curious. They were very familiar with introducing the delicious foods of this season to the five UAAG members.

Su Fei said in surprise: "Although we have been here a few times when we weren't so busy last month, we didn't seem to have ordered what you said."

Maiha smiled and said: "Sea bass with Italian cucumber, trust me, it's really delicious."

Normally, in foreign countries, dinner is called "dinner". Unlike in China, this is the most important dinner for Westerners.

For dinner at the Burj Al Arab Hotel, there is no self-service food and beverages, it is all a la carte. However, Maiha didn't know what he had done, so he took up the entire sea floor restaurant and turned the finished meal into a self-service, and used it as he pleased.

Lina asked: "How much does it cost to book an undersea restaurant?"

Maiha: "In fact, there are not many." He stretched out his hand and compared a number.

Lina was slightly surprised for a moment, then smiled: "Less than I thought."

Su Fei who heard their conversation on the side: "..."

Su Fei poked Fucheng's arm: "Listen, do they speak human words?"

Fucheng is sending a message to Lowens. Zhuo Huan arranged for him to write this air crash investigation report, some information he needs to provide from the NTSB.

Fucheng thought for a while: "Minors can't drink."

Su Fei: "..."

Even Fucheng, you with big eyebrows and big eyes have rebelled! ! !

UAAG has only five people, but GCAA has a lot of investigators, about thirty or forty.

After everyone arrived in the submarine, the reception began.

This cocktail party was more relaxed than the one held in Boston and NTSB. There are not so many contacts in business and entertainment, not just for social interaction. Su Fei was happily carrying the plate, looking for delicious food; the old Joseph kept sending photos, and then sent them to Lowens: [Let you not come back, look, this is Provence grilled lamb chops. 】

[Lovins:...]

Fucheng did not dine with everyone. He sat in the corner of the restaurant, looking down at his phone. After receiving the e-mail from Lowens, he read it carefully, as if remembering that he was here to eat, got up and took the plate, casually picked up a few slices of barbecue that could not tell whether it was lamb or beef, and then returned. To the corner.

"Watching you eat, it always makes people think it's not delicious at all."

Fucheng was taken aback, and raised his head to look at the lady sitting opposite him: "Is there?"

Lina smiled: "Yes, Fu. You seem to be simply eating. When eating sandwiches, the expressions and actions are like this. When eating beef stew with white sauce, it is still the same. Fu, you don't think you should be more when enjoying food. Pious, show respect for it."

Fucheng poked a piece of beef with a fork and chewed it. He nodded, "It's delicious."

Lina smiled without saying a word. She stood up and said, "I see you took the Braised Macrobrachium. It goes well with white wine. I will get a glass for you?"

Fucheng raised his head and smiled: "Thank you."

"No thanks." Lina blinked. "But you are not the only one who doesn't know how to appreciate food."

Fucheng: "Who else?"

Lina pointed her chin not far away.

Fucheng followed his gaze and saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the table next to the sea water tank, leaning back against the chair. He lowered his eyes, looked blankly at the things on the table, then poke a piece of cake with a small fork and put it in his mouth. If you look closely, you will find that all the desserts on his table are only a few staple foods.

Lina learned Zhuo Huan’s tone and said sternly: “Delicious food makes people happy? Oh, why not eat sweets directly. Sugar directly promotes the secretion of dopamine in the brain, wow, it’s really happy.” Lina laughed: "Which winery do you like white wine."

Fucheng: "Either way."

Fucheng lowered his head to handle the mail, while holding a fork, he ate the things on his plate casually.

Hearing a "click", a tall glass was placed on the table in front of him. Fucheng didn't look up, "Thank you."

"Oh, no thanks."

The body paused slightly, and Fucheng raised his head. After a while, he said: "Aren't you going to get something to eat, Teacher Zhuo."

In the dim light, Zhuo Huan leaned on the back of his chair and turned his head slightly to look at Fucheng. His pupils are light-colored, because there is a quarter of mixed blood, a faint light green can be seen from a special angle. However, in this corner not illuminated by the light, long hair fell in front of his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be soaked with deep colors.

"Writing an investigation report?"

Fucheng was silent: "Well, prepare some information in advance."

Zhuo Huan smiled meaningfully: "Do you want to help."

Fucheng: "No need."

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily.

The black-haired young man looked calm and unchanged.

Not far away, Su Fei saw them sitting here, shouting Fucheng's name, and then holding the plate, he pulled old Joseph toward him. Su Fei: "Fucheng, sit inside."

Fucheng took a seat inward.

Before the old Joseph spoke, Zhuo Huan got up and moved a seat in.

Su Fei: "What did you guys take, let me see. Hey, you didn't take this lamb chop. But it's delicious, Fucheng, you can try it."

Zhuo Huan's lazy voice sounded: "You won't let me taste it."

The punk boy exaggerated "Haha" and curled his lips: "Okay, you can try it too."

There was no extra cutlery on the table. When Su Fei and Old Joseph came, they brought their own knives and forks. Zhuo Huan came empty-handed. He stretched out his hand and took a fork directly in front of Fucheng.

There were seven or eight forks in front of Fucheng, but he only took the one that Fucheng had used.

Fucheng watched quietly as he took the fork away from his eyes.

Fork a piece of cut lamb chops, Zhuo Huan tasted it, and sneered, "It's normal."

Su Fei: "..."

"Just say, there is something unusual in your eyes, RIP! If it doesn't taste good, just spit it out to me!"

Zhuo Huan didn't bother to care about him. He crossed the dishes on Fucheng's plate and ate calmly.

Slowly, Old Joseph and Su Fei talked about a big squid that they had just seen in the sea water tank.

After Fucheng returned the news to Lowens, he put down his cell phone and turned his head to look at Su Fei: "A big squid that is seven or eight meters away, is it a king squid?"

Old Joseph looked at him in surprise: "Fuck, I don't see that you understand it well."

Fucheng laughed: "I saw it a long time ago. By the way, Teacher Zhuo, do you know anything about marine life."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect that Fucheng would suddenly talk to him. He smiled casually, and was about to speak, when suddenly, his voice stopped. After a few seconds, Zhuo Huan curled his lips: "I understand, what do you like."

Fucheng looked at him and smiled softly. Under the dark dining table, where was hidden by the tablecloth, no one knew, his feet gently hooked Zhuo Huan's legs. At the dinner table, he thought for a while, looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "What do you think I like, Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him firmly, opened his lips, and said four words with a low smile.

Su Fei puckered out his ears: "What did you say RIP, why didn't I hear it clearly."

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, do you know that after you say it."

Su Fei: "You didn't even say how to know, I do not know!"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, mikola jellyfish, you know?"

Su Fei: "..."

After finding out the picture of the capuchin jellyfish on the phone, the punk boy snorted disdainfully: "Isn’t it just a jellyfish? Of course I know. RIP, are you a bit unsuccessful? What do you care about marine life? Oh right. , I heard that you big capitalists donate money every year for public welfare, such as protecting the ocean. Have you donated yet?"

In the soft and gentle music, the voice of the punk boy gradually became monotonous and repetitive white noise. Zhuo Huan folded his arms and looked at Su Fei contemptuously. This expression of contempt successfully aroused Su Fei's anger. Fucheng lowered his head to eat beef, his expression seemed to be purely eating, but under the table, he gently hooked Zhuo Huan's leg.

Old Joseph was sitting close to Zhuo Huan. Although he did not hear the four words Zhuo Huan had just said, he touched his chin and muttered: "It's really a capuchin jellyfish? Is it because my Chinese literature is not good enough? It doesn't feel like it."

Fucheng paused for a moment with his knife and fork.

...

After dinner, everyone took a submarine together and returned to the hotel.

Of course, the GCAA investigator did not live in the hotel, only five people from UAAG entered the elevator together. After pressing the floor, Su Fei was still talking to the old Joseph about the king squid he saw in the undersea restaurant.

"The waiter in the restaurant said that there was no king squid in their seawater tank. How could it be possible, old Joseph, you and I have seen it, so big, can it not be a king squid?"

Old Joseph spread his hands: "I also think it's a king squid."

"right!"

When they reached the floor, Old Joseph and Su Fei got off the elevator first.

Then came Lina.

The beautiful blonde stood outside the elevator and smiled: "See you tomorrow, Reid, Vol."

Fucheng: "See you tomorrow."

Zhuo Huan leaned against the handrail of the elevator and nodded to Lina: "Yeah."

The elevator doors closed slowly, and the noisy space suddenly quieted down.

Fucheng did not speak, Zhuo Huan leaned on the railing, and did not speak.

After a long time, with a ding sound, the elevator door opened.

Fucheng got out of the elevator first. Soon, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, followed behind him, and walked out.

When he walked to the door of his room, Fucheng took out his room card and opened the door. With a crisp sound, the door opened, but Fucheng's hand pressed on the doorknob and didn't push it open. He turned around: "Teacher Zhuo, won't you go back to the room."

Zhuo Huan stood behind him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes: "Fucheng, what do you like?"

Exactly the same question, an hour ago, this man once said to him in an undersea restaurant.

Lips pursed slightly, and the town answered calmly: "Actually, I don't like mikola jellyfish, I like dolphins."

Zhuo Huan showed a surprised look: "Wow, what you are talking about is the dolphin that is in heat every day. Except for humans, the only animal among the animals is not to breed offspring, but simply because they like sex, so they get sex every day?"

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng expressionlessly said, "I'm going back to my room, Teacher Zhuo."

"Fucheng."

When he uttered these two words in a lingering and ambiguous voice, he obviously should be very dissatisfied with this person, but Fucheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at him. In the next second, Zhuo Huan leaned forward suddenly. Fucheng froze. The man leaned in his ear, exhaling a warm breath on his earlobe, and he whispered

"what do you like……"

"Do you like me."

The world was suddenly quiet.

Back in the room, the door closed behind him. Fucheng stood quietly for a long time leaning on the door panel. He took a deep breath and finally walked towards the bedroom. First take out the notebook from the suitcase, and organize the mail sent by Lowens into the document software on the computer. Then he took a pajama and walked into the bathroom.

But for a long time, there was a splash of water in the room.

When the hair was blow-dried, the screen of the mobile phone on the washbasin was on.

Fucheng took a look, his eyes stopped at the word "Zhuo Huan" for a while, he still clicked on the message.

[Zhuo Huan: [Picture]]

Fucheng frowned.

The photo on the phone screen is the door handle of the hotel room.

What did he do with this?

[Fucheng:? 】

[Zhuo Huan: Can't get in. 】

...?

[Zhuo Huan: Oh, my two room cards are with you. 】

After a long silence, Fucheng sent a message.

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo, I remember that the door is a code lock, you can enter the code to enter. 】

[Zhuo Huan: I can't remember the password. 】

Fucheng: "..."

[Zhuo Huan: It's been half an hour before you reply to me, what did you do? 】

Fucheng did not answer.

[Zhuo Huan: Don't you come to help me open the door? 】

Three minutes later, Fucheng took two room cards and walked to the end of the corridor.

Beside the warm-colored wall of the hotel, Zhuo Huan leaned on the door frame with his hands in his pockets, just watching him approach step by step.

Fucheng calmly took out two room cards from his pajamas pocket and swiped the door lock. He handed both room cards to Zhuo Huan: "You can contact the front desk and ask them to open the door for you."

"Have you taken a shower?"

Fucheng: "...Hmm."

"It's a coincidence, I also washed it."

Fucheng nodded, the next moment, he suddenly reacted, raised his head, and widened his eyes in astonishment: "You haven't been at the door all the time..."

The wrist was violently pulled, Zhuo Huan pressed the doorknob with one hand, and pulled Fucheng's wrist with the other hand, pulling him into the door. Two room cards fell on the carpet in the entrance hallway and sank in silently.

After entering the room, Fucheng turned around in front of his eyes. Everything happened so quickly that he was pressed by his wrist and pressed against the door panel. As soon as he raised his head, it was a kiss with a faint smell of tobacco. Zhuo Huan had just taken a bath, and the shampoo was verbena scent, but his mouth had a deep and bitter smoke smell.

He held Fucheng's wrist in one hand, and his cheek in the other, kissing gently and wildly.

The biting and sucking of the lips and tongue made the breath tightly entangled, Fucheng gradually softened his body, leaning against the door panel, he held Zhuo Huan's waist with both hands, and kissed back.

He lowered his head and kissed the man, Zhuo Huan's hand fell on the button of the pajamas very naturally. He unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

The kiss moves slowly from the soft lips to the eyelids, eyelashes, bridge of nose...

Unlocking the last button, the pajamas seemed to be taken off like this, but Fucheng took his hand.

Deep eyes stared at the young man in front of him quietly, and Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng silently. He didn't speak, but the strong pressure he couldn't ignore made Fucheng's hot lips gradually dry. He murmured, "Don't."

Zhuo Huan looked at him silently.

He didn't move, so he held Fucheng and looked at him silently.

For a long time, he calmed down his voice, suppressed his sex, and said with a smile: "Nine months, Fucheng, you let me guard you for nine months..."

Fucheng was silent: "I don't have one."

Zhuo Huan raised his chin and forced him to look at himself: "You like me."

Fucheng did not speak.

"You like me very much."

"You want to be with me."

"You can't do without me..."

Fucheng suddenly said: "I don't understand you, what are you thinking, Zhuo Huan."

The expression froze for a moment, and the next moment Zhuo Huan smiled.

"You really don't know what the hell!"

Fucheng tightened his lips, and he felt hot all over. There was a frantic clamor in my heart, it was time to turn around and leave. You should open the door behind you, and you should leave here. However, he could not move.

Then, Zhuo Huan leaned forward, biting Fucheng's earlobe.

"I like you..."

In an instant, all reason and thoughts fell apart.

Fucheng stared at the man in front of him blankly.

Zhuo Huan kissed his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his lips.

Fucheng couldn't hold back, and kissed back. Then, it was out of control.

They kissed frantically, with passion like a prairie fire, burning everything blazingly.

As it was designed for, the pajamas were taken off and thrown on the ground. As early as the first day of staying in the Burj Al Arab Hotel, Fucheng discovered that its condom was different from other hotels. It was not placed in the bedside table of the bedroom. It was placed in a cabinet next to the safe.

However, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and took out the condom directly from the bedside table.

The mirror on the ceiling of the bedroom reflects the mottled colors. A dimly yellow bedside lamp was left in the room, and the light and shadow gradually overlapped. Tear off the plastic packaging, only the last step is left. Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed the young man in front of him. The kiss is lingering and romantic, with the tips of the tongue licking each other.

But at that moment, Fucheng suddenly became frightened. He turned aside and avoided Zhuo Huan's kiss.

But just avoided the kiss and did nothing else.

Zhuo Huan was taken aback and looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes, and the shadows on the wall completely blended together.

Only a low gasp.

When the pain was no longer so clear, Fucheng husky and shouted: "Zuo Huan..."

"Um?"

Fucheng closed his mouth and stopped talking, except for a single-byte voice that couldn't be suppressed came out of his lips.

nothing.

He just suddenly found out...

He really likes this man.

...

Any sport, no matter where it is, as long as it lasts for fifty minutes, it will consume a lot of energy.

The bedside light was shining heavily, and Zhuo Huan leaned on the bed. He bit a cigarette in his mouth, and the lighter clicked and lit it.

Halfway through just now, the phone rang and someone sent a message. Now that's done, Zhuo Huan is smoking a cigarette while holding his mobile phone, replying to the message. There was a strong color in his clear eyes, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Fucheng also gradually slowed down. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt unreal. The bend of the right leg was still a little hot, Fucheng thought inexplicably, because it was being lifted, and it was lifted for a long time?

He pursed his lips.

"Are there any cigarettes."

A low and sexy voice came from the side, and Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment before turning his head to look.

I saw Fucheng calmly leaning against the bed, already sitting upright.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "It's gone."

Fucheng frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhuo Huan kissed his lips sideways, then put the cigarette into Fucheng's mouth while holding the cigarette.

Fucheng took a breath of smoke in a daze.

"Hey, Fucheng."

Fucheng turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

On the young Junxiu's beautiful face, in addition to the calmness and indifference that has never been changed, because of his sudden movements just now, there is also a rare daze. A bit naive, but very beautiful.

Somehow, Zhuo Huan suddenly felt calm.

Calm and stunned like never before.

He put down the phone.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his head and dropped a kiss on the young man's lips. It was a very light kiss, Fucheng didn't feel any difference from before, he frowned slightly.

Zhuo Huan looked at him with a smile, and sighed: "Do you call the teacher the person who has been in bed?"

Fucheng was stunned.

"Fucheng, teacher-student love, you are good at it."

"..."

For a long time, in the quiet room, the youth Qingrun's voice rang in a low voice.

"Zhuo Huan."

Zhuo Huan was stunned suddenly.

After a while, he squeezed Fucheng's chin, word by word popped out of his teeth: "You are so fucking good to seduce people!" Then he lifted the quilt, walked into the bathroom, and started taking a cold shower.

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Who can not greedy the body of the city? I asked, who can? !

Fu Chengcheng: Say in advance, happy birthday, Teacher Zhuo.