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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty Three"

weight="139768"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The early summer wind blows from the Huangpu River, and on the open-air observation deck of the skyscrapers, it happens to be the afternoon tea time of UAAG. The chefs of the five-star hotel delivered exquisite desserts and cakes to the company, accompanied by the Hermes tea set and Ceylon Heights black tea that Lina put in the company, and everyone enjoyed them happily.

"I remember the last time I had afternoon tea with you, it was a year ago." Mr. Roman looked at his daughter with a kind smile.

Lina reminded him: "Yes, a year ago, in Milan."

Mr. Roman sighed: "You always don't go home."

Lina: "Dad, I also have my own business."

"Your career is to follow Reid, flying around the world. Look at my Honey, it's black and thin."

"Because we just came back from Dubai last week."

"You haven't had such bitterness before."

Lina smiled helplessly: "Dad!"

Mr. Roman still feels very distressed.

The three of UAAG held tea cups and watched their father and daughter affectionately.

Su Fei: "Isn't Lina calling home every two or three days? Why doesn't it seem like I haven't seen it in ten years. Hey, old Joseph, you Westerners are all very independent, and your children will be thrown out as soon as they reach adulthood. It doesn't matter."

Old Joseph drank lipstick tea: "It's all talking about it. Your little hairy child, how do you understand our parental heart? Just like me, I also chat with my daughter every day and ask questions. How is she doing, and when is she going to marry John. Do you know this?"

Su Fei: "..."

Su Fei turned his head to look at Fucheng: "People with children are terrible!"

Fucheng was taken aback: "...Hmm."

Zhuo Huan sneered after listening to their conversation. He looked at Roman: "Why come to Shencheng suddenly?"

When Mr. Roman heard the words, he looked up at him and said with a smile: "It just happens that there is something to be done, so just come and see my baby girl. What, Reid, are you a strict boss and don't allow the father of your subordinates to visit him? Poor daughter who lives in dire straits every day?"

Zhuo Huan turned his head and asked Lina: "Are you in deep water?"

Lina held the tea set and smiled softly: "If you can make me worry less about snacks, I think I should be able to answer you'sure not' without hesitation. But I can only answer you after thinking about it now, Reid, I still Very happy."

Uncle Zhuo snorted softly.

Mr. Roman said that he was just passing through Shencheng because of something, so he came to see his daughter. However, he had already booked the restaurant and invited everyone from UAAG to a banquet.

There are not many Michelin restaurants in Shencheng, so you need to book in advance and wear formal attire. But when the power reached a certain height, there was no need to deliberately wear formal clothes. After work, Mr. Roman and UAAG went straight to the restaurant. Su Fei even wore a pair of cool black AJ sneakers.

Mr. Roman is a talkative and close person, without any pretensions, and is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. No matter what everyone talks about, he can say a few words.

Mr. Roman sat in the uppermost seat, and the others sat down one by one along the positions of his left and right hands.

When the third appetizer was served, Fucheng raised his head and saw a certain man looking down at the phone, showing an unhappy look. Soon, Zhuo Huan put the knife and fork aside, raised his head and said to Mr. Roman: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Ten minutes later, he returned to the dining table. It's just that his eyebrows are tightly frowning, and the low pressure like a Pacific summer hurricane strongly surrounds him. Even Mr. Roman discovered his anomaly and asked, "Reid, is there something bad happened?"

Zhuo Huan wiped the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "It's nothing, a small matter."

Mr. Roman looked at his daughter: "Does Reid give you this terrible face every day?"

Lina said innocently: "Yes, father."

"My daughter is so pitiful, why not go back with Dad, do you do whatever you want?"

Lina smiled softly: "Because this is my dream, Dad."

The phone on the table rang, Zhuo Huan gave a tweet and picked it up. Seeing the name on the screen, he raised his eyes and glanced at Fucheng, then clicked on the message.

[Fucheng: Roger 318? 】

His eyes stayed on these short words for a long time, Zhuo Huan leaned back on the back of the chair, his mouth curled up.

[Zhuo Huan: Why? 】

[Fucheng: Isn't it? 】

[Zhuo Huan: Yes. I couldn't find it this time, but you reminded me. I didn't find it, but I did another thing. 】

Fu Cheng was stunned. He looked at the words on the phone screen, thought for a long time, and suddenly reacted. His lips pursed instantly, Fucheng buckled his phone upside down on the table, and continued to eat without expression.

Zhuo Huan waited for a long time, but did not wait for the youth's reply. He looked up, and saw Fucheng lowered his eyes and was eating seriously.

Under the long tablecloth, the man's feet stretched out straight and boldly, and touched the calf of the city.

Fucheng ignored him.

Zhuo Huan slightly hooked him a few more times, but Fucheng ignored it once.

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow, calmly took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and dialed the number. The next second, Fucheng's cell phone rang suddenly. Everyone looked at him together. He also froze, opened the phone that was buckled upside down on the desktop, saw the flashing name on it, and quickly hung up.

Su Fei leaned in curiously: "Who is not picking up?"

Fucheng's tone was indifferent: "Harassing phone calls."

Zhuo Huan laughed.

After dinner, you always have to part with each other.

But Mr. Roman did not go to the airport. Instead, he said, "I have something to do in Shanghai. I have to stay a few more days." So, he and Lina left together by car, the direction was Lina's home.

In the past, Zhuo Huan would rub Lina's car whenever the UAAG group activities ended and they went home. But this time, Lina and her father went all the way, Zhuo Huan didn't go with her again. Su Fei didn't think anything was wrong at first, and just thought: No matter how thick RIP's skin is, he can't be embarrassed to rub the car in front of other people's father!

Unexpectedly, after the car stopped at the gate of the community, Zhuo Huan got out of the car with Fucheng.

Su Fei asked in surprise: "RIP, do you want to go back?" Why not just continue to go home in the car just now?

With his hands in his pockets, Uncle Zhuo lazily said, "I live here."

Su Fei: "Oh????"

Old Joseph explained: "Hey, I forgot to tell you. Su Fei, Reid is living with Fu now, and his apartment on the riverside is sold. As for the reason, you know, it’s fishing in the Pacific Ocean. An airplane is really expensive."

Su Fei is not like old Joseph. He never thought about why Zhuo Huan wouldn't let Lina arrange an apartment for him. Just like him and old Joseph, they lived in the dormitory of UAAG and could still live in the opposite door. He nodded, accepted this statement directly, and was very concerned about another thing: "So that means that when I celebrate my birthday at the end of the year, we can't go to RIP's mansion for dinner? I can no longer take photos to show friends. Show off the circle?!"

Everyone: "..."

Old Joseph carried the punk boy and dragged him back to the UAAG dormitory speechlessly.

Just when Su and Fei left ten meters before leaving, Zhuo Huan's careless voice sounded in the cool and noisy night breeze: "Fucheng, is my phone called a harassment phone?"

Fucheng turned his head and looked at him quietly. After a while: "It doesn't count."

Zhuo Huan smiled upon hearing the words: "Oh, but don't you welcome me to harass you?"

Fucheng glanced at him and stepped away. When he walked downstairs to his own house, he turned his head to find that the man hadn't followed. Waited for a while, still not waiting for anyone. Fucheng frowned while holding the phone, and couldn't help but call him.

"Teacher Zhuo, where are you."

"I'm lost."

"...?"

He didn't believe that Zhuo Huan, who could write a lot of physics formulas without blinking an eye, and calculated high arithmetic in three seconds, would get lost!

Zhuo Huan: "I'm at the convenience store at the door, you come to pick me up."

Fucheng: "..."

After hung up the phone, Fucheng stood there for a while, and finally walked back to the gate of the community.

At the entrance of a chain convenience store with blue and white flashing signs, a thin tall man casually carrying a plastic bag in one hand, a cigarette in his mouth, standing under the yellow street lamp, quietly smoking. In the smoke, he turned around, saw Fucheng, and raised his chin at him with a smile.

Fucheng walked over and glanced at the plastic bag curiously. He wondered why Zhuo Huan suddenly bought a large bag of things in just five minutes. But after seeing the contents of the bag clearly, his face went dark, wishing he didn't have trouble to look at it.

Zhuo Huan leaned over slightly, leaning in his ear: "You bought so few last time."

Fucheng heard his voice restrained as much as possible: "There is still at home."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, but it's not enough."

Fucheng: "..."

So you bought all the condoms in this convenience store? !

On the way back.

Zhuo Huan flipped through the plastic bag and made a clattering sound: "What flavor do you like."

Fucheng: "..."

"Wow, it has strawberry flavor."

Fucheng finally couldn't bear it. He turned around and smiled and asked, "Teacher Zhuo, you seem to like strawberry flavor very much. When I was in Helsinki, I drank my strawberry yogurt. Why do you like strawberry flavor."

Zhuo Huan was stunned.

He looked at the young man who was rare to fight back in front of him. After a while, he pinched Fucheng's chin and kissed it hard.

"You owe fuck!"

Fucheng actually didn't like strawberry flavor. Specifically, he didn't like any flavor, and he didn't understand why that kind of thing had to design various flavors. Could anyone eat that kind of food? No matter how you look at it, that kind of thing doesn't seem to be touchable with your mouth.

That night, as if to prove his preference for strawberry flavor, Zhuo Huan had to open the box of strawberry flavor.

Zhuo Huan kissed his sweat-drenched eyelashes and laughed in a low voice: "Do you like the strawberry flavor?"

Fucheng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, without answering him.

The next night, after get off work, Zhuo Huan had to go back to the apartment on the riverside. Because that apartment officially signed the sale and purchase contract today, Zhuo Huan wants to go back and sign the contract with the buyer in the house.

Fucheng: "I thought you would find someone casually, such as let Lina take care of this for you. Anyway, she seems to know that you have already sold the house."

Zhuo Huan looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "That house is worth 120 million yuan."

Fucheng: "..."

The evil capitalist!

Zhuo Huan: "Do you think that 120 million things are not worth my special trip to sign a contract?" He smiled: "Fucheng, my money is not brought by the wind."

Fucheng didn't speak any more, but he remembered in his heart, as if someone said a year ago that money would fall from the sky?

The car stopped at the gate of the community, but Fucheng didn't follow it in: "I went to sit in a nearby coffee shop, and it just happened to be a bit thirsty."

Zhuo Huan was noncommittal.

The two separated at the gate of the community.

Watching the man walk into the magnificent glass door, Fucheng slowly raised his head and looked at the towering and gorgeous building. After a long time, he turned around, walked into the cafe across the road, ordered a cup of coffee, and waited silently for Zhuo Huan.

Melodious and soothing blues music reverberated in this private cafe. Fucheng sat by the window, shaking a small spoon while looking down at his phone.

"...Fucheng?"

The light was blocked by the shadows, and a soft female voice rang out in front of her with surprise.

Fucheng raised his head subconsciously and saw a gorgeous woman in a long dress with red straps standing in front of him. She is carrying a designer bag beginning with H, wearing beautiful rings and bracelets on her hands, and exquisite makeup on her palm-sized face, which brings out the eighth features. Almost everyone in the cafe was staring at her, suspecting that she was a star.

A name emerged from the depths of distant memory.

Fucheng: "Su Qui?"

The beautiful young woman stretched out her snow-white hand and pulled her hair behind her ear. With a smile, her bright eyes became beautiful crescent shapes: "Can I sit down."

Fucheng was stunned for a moment: "...Of course."

After sitting down, Su quietly ordered a cappuccino. Her gaze stopped for a few seconds on Fucheng’s face, and she smiled: "It’s been a long time since I saw you by the door just now. I thought I had read it wrong. You haven’t changed at all, Fucheng, exactly the same as ten years ago. ."

Fucheng glanced at the woman's bright scarlet nails, and his voice was calm: "You haven't changed either."

Su Qui: "Why are you here?"

Fucheng: "If you come with a friend, he will do something. How about you?"

Su quietly smiled sweetly. She turned sideways and pointed to the apartment across the road: "I live here."

Fucheng glanced in the direction of her fingers.

In the cafe, the sound of music echoed gently. Fucheng didn't know what to say, but just like ten years ago, this woman, the girl of the year, always looked for various topics and took the initiative to talk to him.

"What are you doing recently. I heard that you seem to have retired and are not an air force?" Like her outstanding appearance, her voice is also very moving, "Fucheng, your WeChat setting does not allow group chats to add friends. Let me add your friend."

It was really hard to refuse, Fucheng took out his mobile phone, and both parties added friends.

Fucheng hummed softly: "I have retired and now I am working outside."

He didn't mean to say much, Su quietly stared at him, and after a while, she smiled more charmingly: "You are the same as before, you don't like to talk. I am really happy to see you today. There have been too many things recently. , Meeting you is probably the best news I have ever encountered."

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at her: "What's the matter?"

Su smiled quietly and cheerfully: "I'm going through the divorce procedures recently, so it's a bit annoying."

"..." He didn't know what to say.

The woman pulled the hair that fell before her forehead: "Speaking of which, are you married?"

Fucheng: "No."

Su quietly smiled: "Are you in love?"

"..."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Su Wei: "By the way, do you remember the little bastard who fought with you, Qiu Mingjie."

"Um."

"I saw him at the class reunion last year, but it's a pity that you didn't show up at that time. He was blessed when he was only in his twenties. Now everyone smiles when he sees him. It's completely different from before."

"Um."

"And Zhang Yang, the one who has been at the same table with you for half the semester."

"Um."

"He told me that the last time I saw you was five years ago. You were in the army and you have been unable to attend our class reunion. Everyone wants to see you again."

"Um."

In the long silence, no one spoke.

Su quietly laughed helplessly: "Fucheng, don't you want to see me?"

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at her: "No."

Staring at the person in front of her earnestly, she smiled, but she was not a happy smile: "I owe you sorry for that incident. Fucheng, I'm sorry. At that time, I wanted to buy a new phone because of my love for vanity. , Buy those things..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Su quietly sighed, "What am I talking about." She laughed again: "But there is something, you don't know. You are the only boy I have chased in my life."

Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, Fucheng's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly. Seeing the name on the screen, Fucheng was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at the gate of the community across the road, but did not see the man.

Line connected.

"Teacher Zhuo."

"Where have you been, why didn't I see you."

"I'm in the coffee shop across the road. You don't need to come out, I'll go and look for you."

After hanging up the phone, Fucheng raised his head, and then spoke in a lighter tone: "I have something to do, so let's go first." As he said, he put two banknotes on the table, "Coffee, please."

Su quietly stunned: "Fucheng?"

Fucheng stood up: "My friend doesn't like to wait for someone, so let's go first."

Su quietly looked at him, slowly smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll talk next time."

Pushing open the door of the cafe and crossing the road, Fucheng found Mr. Zhuo who had been waiting impatiently in the lobby on the first floor.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him up and down, then chuckled, "Why do you seem to be in a good mood, Fucheng."

Fucheng: "...is there?"

Zhuo Huan: "Yes."

Fucheng did not reply.

When took the car home, it was already dark.

The shadows of the trees in the community seemed to be raining tomorrow, the wind was scorching the flowers, and the leaves were rustling. After getting out of the car, Zhuo Huan lit a cigarette. Fucheng glanced at him, but did not speak. The two entered the house, and Zhuo Huan wiped out the smoke in the white fine stone at the elevator entrance before taking the elevator.

The house is one ladder and one household. When it reached the door of the house, Fucheng took out the key to open the door, and Zhuo Huan stood behind him.

There was a click.

It's a lighter.

Fucheng turned his head to look at him.

Zhuo Huan did not smoke, just casually playing with the flint of the lighter.

Fucheng turned his head and continued to open the door, only to hear the man's loose voice from behind him.

"Who is that woman, Fucheng."

The hand holding the key paused slightly, and Fucheng slowly turned around and looked at him.

"My ex-girlfriend." He answered calmly.

Zhuo Huan smiled. He raised Fucheng's chin, approached him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really a fucking straight man, Fucheng?"

Fucheng was silent.

Zhuo Huan was determined to look at him, and there was a laughter in his nose: "Why don't you say no."

Fucheng looked up at him: "Then are you a straight man?"

Zhuo Huan: "What do you think, I like men."

Fucheng said calmly, "Oh", and asked, "Then what do you mean by me?"

Are you straight?

I like men.

Zhuo Huan stared at him without blinking. The next moment, he stretched out his hand and patted Fucheng's cheek, then bowed his head and kissed him.

Behind him is a cold metal door, and in front of him is a man's hot kiss, which is overwhelming and surging. The elevator suddenly moved two meters away. It seemed that someone had pressed the button and wanted to take the elevator.

His lips were intertwined fiercely, and when he was lost and confused, Fucheng seemed to hear the laughter of a family of three in the elevator. The little girl screamed "Mom, I want to kiss." In front of him, the man clasped his jaw and forced him to open his mouth.

In the hoarse voice there was an irresistible command: "Kiss me."

Fucheng raised his head and kissed, sticking out his tongue to linger with this person.

"Into the house..." He gasped and said between kissing.

Zhuo Huan bit his lower lip: "No, it's outside."

Fucheng gritted his teeth and said: "No condom."

Zhuo Huan: "Don't wear it, let me do it once, Fucheng..."

The man's almost coquettish tone made Fucheng almost nodded and his sanity collapsed. But he clenched his scalp, holding the key with trembling fingers, and opened the door.

As soon as the door closed, all the sounds outside the house were blocked by the thick door panels. They kissed passionately, without changing their shoes, they just took off and threw them in the hallway. He pressed the young man against the wall by the door and kissed for a long time, but Zhuo Huan couldn't hold it back, and he hugged Fucheng and walked to the bedroom. But just as he hugged the ups and downs city, his arm was suddenly unstable, and he almost fell down together.

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him, because of the long-term lack of oxygen just now, he was a bit at a loss, his eyes blurred.

Zhuo Huan increased his strength. The wicked first complained and cursed a swear word to resolve the embarrassment: "You fucking look so thin, how come you still have a little weight." He said, he carried him to the bedroom, threw him on the bed, and then Covered and pressed up.

From the first time felt a little discomfort, now know each other well.

Early the next morning, Fucheng woke up in a daze. The discomfort is long gone, more is the laziness after a night of indulgence. He lowered his head slightly and saw Zhuo Huan hug his waist, put his head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Fucheng gently pushed him away, slowed down, and left the room gently.

At half past eight, Fucheng went out alone and went to the company.

Uncle Zhuo never had to arrive at the company on time, and he felt that Fucheng didn't need to go by nine. But Fucheng always arrives at the company on time, never late. Even if it is too late, he will still wake up.

At nine o'clock exactly, Fucheng, Su Fei and Old Joseph arrived. They looked at each other in surprise.

Old Joseph: "Lina didn't come?"

Su Fei was also very strange: "Isn't it? Even if RIP is absent from work every day, Lina is like this?"

Fucheng thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Lina. However, the next moment, a familiar sound of high heels sounded from outside the door, together with a hearty male voice.

……This picture seems a bit familiar?

But for a few seconds, saw Lina and Mr. Roman appear at the door of UAAG together.

Lina glanced around and said helplessly: "Reid really didn't come." She turned her head and said, "Dad, I can't decide on this matter. I have to ask Reid and he agrees. Do you want to wait for him here or I ask. After passing him, tell you his decision directly?"

Mr. Roman smiled: "In order to show my sincerity, of course, I am here waiting for him."

Su Fei opened his eyes wide: "What? What is this going to do?"

Fucheng frowned slightly.

Lina arranged her father in the conference room. When she came back, Fucheng asked, "Lina, is there anything wrong with Mr. Roman?"

Lina smiled and said: "Yes, there is something. Actually, I was wondering what my dad is going to do in Shanghai. Actually, our Comte family did not invest in any industry in Shanghai. In my impression, Shanghai does not have any partners. It is so special that he needs him to come in person. Today he finally told me that he is actually here to invite UAAG..."

"Mai Fei has a pre-flight inspection. I hope UAAG can help and do the final inspection for them."

The author has something to say:

Fucheng Orange: What is the purpose of that kind of thing designing various flavors? No matter how you think, it's impossible to touch your mouth.

Zhuo Anxi: Let you know next time.