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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty Two"

weight="139767"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The morning sun penetrates the windows of the living room and illuminates the upper body of the man's body.

Zhuo Huan put his hands around his chest, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Old Joseph with a smile.

Old Joseph suddenly felt at a loss and at a loss like never before. He stood there and after a long time, he laughed twice: "Well, since he is sleeping, don't disturb him. We used to go out for a morning jog together every day. I often ran to UAAG. In the last few days, I was on vacation. Yesterday I thought about jet lag and everyone had a day off. I will call him today."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and said, "Where's Su Fei."

Old Joseph was surprised. He thought inexplicably: Reid actually knew that the three of them ran together every morning? haven't seen him care before.

Old Joseph: "Fly is unwilling to get up today, so I just came to call and go for a run." After that, he said casually, "It's just that I didn't expect it to be here." See you. Reid, what the hell are you doing here."

Zhuo Huan curled his lips: "Live here."

Old Joseph also laughed with him: "Why do you live in a home?"

"Oh, that top-floor apartment is sold, and there is no place to live, so I just live here."

"Is it to find Roger 318?" Old Joseph asked in surprise. He thought about it, and said: "Why don't you live in the UAAG dormitory with us. There is an apartment on the floor of Su Fei and I that is vacant."

Zhuo Huan: "It's too young, don't go."

Old Joseph: "Hey, Reid, are you still too young to be a person?" Looking at Zhuo Huan's disgusting eyes, Old Joseph nodded to himself before he waited for the uncle Zhuo to laugh at him. The 700-square-meter mansion you live in is indeed a bit smaller than that." But it’s bigger than 150 square meters for you and Fucheng, right?

Old Joseph didn't say the latter words.

Zhuo Huan stood by the door, obviously not specifically inviting him to sit in. But this is not to say that he did not welcome old Joseph in at all. If the old Joseph really said he wanted to enter the house, he would definitely give way.

But Old Joseph did not.

The old American man smiled and said, "Then I won't bother you to rest. By the way, have you had breakfast?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "No."

Old Joseph: "There is a breakfast shop opposite this community. It sells breakfast with Chinese characteristics. I think the taste is still very good. I recommend it to you."

"Are you going to buy breakfast for me?"

"……what?"

"Thanks, two copies, and one in Fucheng."

"..."

Half an hour later, the biological clock preceded the spiritual consciousness, and Fucheng woke up dazedly, rubbing his sore head.

The bed next to him was empty, and the quilt was also cold and there was no excess temperature. This is no different from the past two decades. There shouldn't be anyone else on his bed, but Fucheng fixedly looked at the pillow next to him, his eyes gradually clear. After a while, he really woke up.

Get up and put on pajamas.

The waist is a little sore, and a certain part is also a little uncomfortable, so the action of putting on clothes also slows down.

When he put on his slippers and stepped on the ground with his feet, Fucheng's legs softened, but he still stood firm. He opened the door, and as soon as he went out, he smelled the scent of food. He froze in place, walked to the restaurant, and saw Zhuo Huan sitting at the dining table, holding soy milk in one hand, drinking one mouthful without mouthful, and putting the other hand on the laptop keyboard.

Fucheng walked to the restaurant, pulled out the chair and sat down. He opened the bag, took a bite of the steamed buns, and asked, "The steamed buns across from the community? Did you buy them when you went out."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the computer screen with a loose voice: "Old Joseph bought it."

Fucheng nodded, biting the bun: "Oh."

A few seconds passed.

Fucheng: "..."

The handsome young man brushed his head up and looked straight at the opposite man. Fucheng put down the bun in his hand, and his hand that originally wanted to get the soy milk stopped. He stared at Zhuo Huan for a long time, and asked: "Why did old Joseph come?"

Perceiving the sudden change in the youth's tone, Zhuo Huan stopped looking at the computer anymore. He raised his head to look at Fucheng, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Why are you here? Come and go for a run with you."

Only then did Fucheng vaguely remembered, as if the doorbell had indeed rang when he fell asleep.

There was a long silence, and no one spoke.

Fucheng asked: "...Do you open the door for him?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Or else you?"

Fucheng: "Did he say anything."

Zhuo Huan: "Doesn't it matter if you kindly buy breakfast for us?"

The word "we" made Fucheng silent. He pursed his lips and asked: "He asked you why are you at my house... how did you answer?"

Zhuo Huan smiled and looked at him with one hand on his chin: "Answer truthfully."

"...?"

"I have no place to live, I will live with you."

Fingers squeezed the glass containing soy milk, Fucheng closed his eyes, his lips moved, and he couldn't say a word.

Just listen to the quiet restaurant, the man's low-pitched voice sounded, and the ending sound slightly provoked: "But I pour soy milk for you."

Fucheng stared at the man in front of him blankly.

"Pour it out of the bag." Zhuo Huan said lightly: "So, you have to drink it up."

Fucheng: "..."

This is a quiet breakfast. Fucheng quietly ate buns and soy milk. Zhuo Huan took a sip of soy milk and put it aside. He looked calmly at the computer screen, tapped his fingers on the keyboard cracklingly, chuckled from time to time to express his unhappy emotions, and more often, frowned tightly.

After breakfast, Fucheng quietly collected the plates and cups and went to the kitchen to wash them. After putting all the tableware in the dishwasher, Fucheng turned around and saw Zhuo Huan leaning against the door for some time, watching him silently.

His heartbeat missed a beat inexplicably, and Fucheng walked up calmly. When he walked to the man's side, Zhuo Huan chuckled, "What are you worried about."

Fucheng: "No."

Zhuo Huan: "I didn't let him see it."

Fucheng looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan raised his chin: "I saw the scratches you made with your nails on my back."

Fucheng broke away from his hand and looked at him indifferently: "You are so boring, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan smiled, he leaned close to Fucheng's ear and said softly into his ear cavity: "You didn't say that last night..."

Breathing like a feather, passing through the sensitive ear canal, Fucheng's lips opened and his ears were a little hot. He raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Huan, and stared intently. After a while, his voice asked gently, "Should you kiss?"

The next moment, the man leaned in and kissed him.

I have never had such passionate feelings with this person. just want to kiss him, want to hold him, want to take off his clothes, and listen to him let out a restrained and unbearable gasp.

However, this time, perhaps because he did it twice violently last night, Zhuo Huan had enough kisses and patted Fucheng's lower waist. "Fuck you at night."

Fucheng's voice was a sexy voice: "What were you doing just now."

"Rogge 318."

Fucheng raised his head.

A month ago, the salvage company found a left-wing wreck of Roger 318 near Port Alder, Alaska. Then, Zhuo Huan, Professor Robert, Professor Gal and others began to conduct detailed flow analysis of the wreck. It's a pity that Professor Robert's supercomputing laboratory was requisitioned by the US government, and it was not until the end of last month that time was spared to formally calculate the data calculated by everyone.

It took a lot of time to come and go.

Zhuo Huan was sitting on the sofa, resting his laptop on his slender legs, frowning, typing the code cracklingly. Fucheng helped him organize the data and perform simple physical calculations. This is the last chance. Because it took half a month for Supercomputing to calculate the data they wanted, but the ocean and weather have not stagnated in the past half month.

The area they originally calculated is absolutely impossible to remain unchanged. Hurry up and continue to calculate new ranges based on the data calculated by the supercomputing. They may still hope to find that aircraft.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the living room were still on.

Fucheng went to the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. When he returned, he saw Zhuo Huan lighting a cigarette and smoking irritably. Looking up and seeing Fucheng coming with coffee, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Fucheng walked over and put the coffee on the coffee table.

Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand, pressed the back of his neck, and kissed lightly on his lips.

In the endless night, in a quiet room, Fucheng heard the heart pounding in his chest.

Zhuo Huan just kissed softly, but suddenly he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss fiercely. He licked the man's teeth and was surprised for a moment. Zhuo Huan clasped his back of his head, stuck his tongue into the young man's mouth, and sucked his lips wildly and wildly, almost wanting to rub him into his bone marrow.

The sound of gasp and water echoed in the living room for a long time.

Zhuo Huan finished the kiss first. He squeezed Fucheng's cheek, and laughed in a dumb voice: "Don't hook people, go to sleep."

Fucheng glanced at him with a low eye: "Yeah."

...

Zhuo Huan stayed up all night.

After that, was busy for another whole week.

Because Uncle Zhuo took the lead in asking for leave, Lina gave the entire UAAG a long holiday.

On Monday, the long vacation finally ended.

UAAG headquarters.

Su Fei and Joseph Sr. were chatting while organizing files of unresolved air crashes. Fucheng received an e-mail from the GCAA. Regarding the investigation report on the 411 air crash of the Emirates that he wrote before, Maiha had several points to confirm with him.

As usual, Uncle Zhuo lay on the sofa with a newspaper on his face and went to sleep with his eyes closed.

Su Fei suddenly said, "Hey, why did Lina disappear suddenly?"

Fucheng raised his head from behind the computer screen and looked around. He was also quite surprised: "I thought I saw her just now?"

Old Joseph thought, "It seems that she answered the phone five minutes ago and then went out? Huh? Hasn't she come back yet?"

As I was talking, I just listened to a clear "ding" sound from the elevator outside the door.

Soon, the sound of women's high heels stepping on the marble floor tiles sounded together with Lina's unique smiling voice. She was speaking in French, and the three of Fucheng didn't understand it at all. Only Zhuo Huan suddenly pulled the newspaper off his face, looked in the direction of the gate, and let out an impatient "Ha" on his face.

The next moment, saw Lina gently covering her lips and chuckling, and walked into the door first. Behind her is a tall and burly figure. Wearing an expensive and meticulous tailored suit, her white hair is meticulously groomed with hairspray, her back is straight, just stop there casually, there is a kind of natural noble temperament.

Sir Roman Comte stopped as soon as he walked into the door of the UAAG headquarters.

He looked at the exquisite marble miniature fountain at the door, and exclaimed: "Lina, this must be your design. This gorgeous and elegant mountain flower relief, the noble and elegant hollow stone carving...My baby, you always do this. Versatile, why not build such a pool in our living room?"

Lina smiled and said, "Dad, since you like it, I'll make one in the living room too."

Zhuo Huan sat up and asked in English: "Why did it come all of a sudden?"

Only then did Roman and Lina look at them.

Roman bent slightly, gave a gentleman's gift, and said in English: "It happens to come to Shencheng for something, so I will come and see you. Reid, it's been a long time." Then he looked at the three people in Fucheng and shouted gently one by one. Their names: "And Fu, Joseph the old, and Sue."