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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty Seven"

weight="139792"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Under the dim light, Zhuo Huan dropped these words and walked towards the study. Only halfway there, I found that the young man hadn't followed. He turned around, his expression unhappy, and gave a soft tusk: "Fucheng?"

After receiving his father's call, Uncle Zhuo turned on the "Don't get close to strangers" mode, and his whole body was filled with black low pressure visible to the naked eye. He was very impatient. He had to do a lot of calculations and inferences tonight to prepare for tomorrow's test flight. The scumbag of Zhuo Jing also performed this behavior with an IQ of 0. As a result, even Fucheng hasn't moved anymore?

The handsome and beautiful young man wears light-colored pajamas, which are the simplest and most family-style fabric long-sleeved pajamas pajamas. It stands to reason that there is no sexy taste all over the body. But Zhuo Huan knew what a slender but powerful body that this person hid under his loose pajamas was covered by strong lean muscles.

It's more flavorful than that young boy.

Fucheng leaned against the wall and looked up at him with clear eyes: "Just shut him out like this?"

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt that he hadn't heard clearly: "What?"

Fucheng raised his head slightly and looked at this person. There was a voice in my heart, I shouldn't ask, I shouldn't say that, but my own voice was clearly heard in the ear canal: "The kid outside, looks less than twenty years old. It's one o'clock in the morning."

Zhuo Huan really suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Huh? What do you mean."

Fucheng said calmly, "Does he have a place to live? He should have been called by Mr. Zhuo temporarily, and Mr. Zhuo didn't need to open a room for him, because he should have been sleeping with you."

Zhuo Huan understood, and he laughed angrily. He reached out and pinched Fucheng's chin: "Do you want me to open the door and let him in? Let him sleep in this room? Wow, then just sleep with me."

The chin was pressed tightly, and in the hotel room with constant temperature and humidity, a thin layer of sweat oozes from Fucheng's back against the wall. His eyes were clear, he had black hair and black eyes exactly like those outside the door, and his tall and thin body was exactly the same. He thought he had never worn such sexy and explicit clothes, but if he wore it, maybe it would have that effect, maybe not as seductive as that boy.

With arms around his chest, Fucheng hid his trembling fingers inside his shoulder sockets.

There are only a few short seconds of his eyes, but countless answers have already flashed in his mind.

Then he chose

Fucheng said indifferently: "Didn't you say that you are going to memorize data tonight, so you don't have time to go to bed."

Seems to be pleased, Zhuo Huan hummed softly, his voice lazily: "Yes."

Fingers were squeezed into fists, and under the dizzy yellow light of the hallway, the youth heard himself smiling and adding: "But if you really want to, Mr. Zhuo, you can open the door and let the boy in."

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze for a moment, and Zhuo Huan glanced at him coldly. He let go of the hand holding Fucheng's chin and stood up straight. Looking at this Eternal Gujing Wubo face, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand, patted Fucheng's cheek, and sneered: "Brother wants to fuck, so fuck you first. How can he compare to you."

Fucheng pursed his lips and stopped speaking.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and opened the door next to him.

Outside the door, the Asian boy was actually still standing at the door. Suddenly the door opened, and he opened his eyes in surprise, and was stunned: "Um, Mr. Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "What the fuck I said, don't let me say it again. Go find Zhuo Jing."

Have you said it again?

The disgusting "roll" suddenly sounded in the Asian teenager's mind, and he shrugged clearly, turned and left.

The door slammed shut again.

As if the conversation had never happened before, Zhuo Huan strode forward with his hands in his pockets and entered the study. Fucheng looked at his back, was silent for a moment, and followed him.

In the quiet room, only the sound of keyboard strokes echoed smoothly.

Zhuo Huan: "You go to bed first."

Fucheng looked up from the computer.

Without raising his head, Zhuo Huan typed on the keyboard while saying, "There will be a test flight tomorrow. You have to save your energy."

Fucheng: "I've only memorized half of it."

Zhuo Huan: "Recite the first half first."

Fucheng: "...?" What do you mean?

Zhuo Huan pressed the "Enter" button vigorously, raised his head, smiled openly and disdainfully: "If you want you to carry all this on your back, what do you need me to do. Tsk, let you go to sleep. I'll take the second half again. Optimize it and learn as little as possible."

Looking at him for a few seconds, Fucheng nodded: "Okay."

Fucheng walked to the bedroom and set the phone alarm for five hours, then he closed his eyes.

In the dark environment, the wall material with excellent sound insulation prevents all the sound from the study room separated by a wall from penetrating through. The curtains are too light-blocking, even if you keep your eyes open, it is still dark. His face was sunken deep in this soft pillow, and a faint, cold smell came from his nose.

It is the verbena scent of Zhuohuan shampoo.

The body slowly curled up together, Fucheng couldn't help but took a deep breath.

The heart, which was always heavy, gained a moment of tranquility. He had never fallen asleep so quickly, even before the plane crash five years ago, he had never fallen asleep so peacefully.

Fucheng slept very deeply, and he had a dream.

In the deepest part of the dream, he sank to the bottom of the sea and looked up at the sky. The sea was pouring in from all directions, and he stretched out his hand with all his strength, trying to capture the only light on the top through the deep blue layers.

The air was gradually taken away, and the nasal cavity and ear canal were all filled with water.

He couldn't open his eyes, and the familiar and terrifying nausea in his body made him fall into despair that was more terrifying than suffocation.

Finally, the sea water filled the eyes, or it was tears. He really couldn't open his eyes anymore. Suddenly, a gentle stream of water brushed his eyeballs, and he slowly followed the warm trickle and opened his eyes. The warm current slowly flowed through the body, and the power appeared again. He stretched out his hand and exhausted all the strength of his body, finally grabbing the gorgeous star on the top of the sky.

What followed was a hot, tight kiss.

The dream had already woke up. When the man was pressed on the bed and kissed his eyelids, Fucheng had already realized the truth in a daze. The lips were rubbed tightly, licking and biting, Fucheng did not open his eyes, he stretched out his hand and hugged this man's waist. He opened his teeth and kissed the man back and forth with enthusiasm.

With his lips and tongue entangled, Zhuo Huan kissed his lips firmly, then moved upwards and kissed his cheeks and nose.

Fucheng closed his eyes, feeling his intimate kiss.

Zhuo Huan kissed his thin eyelids, and then licked away the cold tears in the corners of his eyes. With a dumb throat, he smiled and asked him: "What dream do you have? I cried."

Suddenly awake, Fucheng opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

As soon as he woke up, he was awakened by a kiss so passionately, his voice was a bit hoarse: "No, forgot."

Zhuo Huan smiled and bit his earlobe: "Dreaming about me?"

Fucheng asked back: "Why do you cry in your dream."

"Fuck you."

The heart trembled violently, and all blood was concentrated in the narrow ventricle. The heart thumped and throbbed quickly. The look was still so calm, but the roots of the ears blocked by the hair were instantly congested and turned red. Fucheng started, avoiding Zhuo Huan's motion of kissing his earlobe, he looked at Zhuo Huan, with a calm face, and said incomparable words: "Then you come and fuck me."

Suddenly, Zhuo Huan put his hands on both sides of the pillow, looking at the young man under him.

For a long time, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Fuck, die, you."

Without hesitation, Zhuo Huan reached out his hand from the drawer beside the bed and took out a whole box of condoms. At the moment of complete union, both of them sighed with satisfaction. They have never been in bed since the day they got on the plane in Los Angeles. At first, was a little uncomfortable, but soon, the body of Zhizhizhiwei surpassed reason and became crazy.

After using three condoms, even though Fucheng hadn't been fucked crying, he was already too loud to shout. He never likes to speak out when he goes to bed, this is everyone's habit, Zhuo Huan never reluctantly. Only when he can't suppress it, and his spirit is overwhelmed by pleasure, he will shout out a few words, which is a rare taste.

But this time, Fucheng was so enthusiastic and proactive for the first time. He has always been enthusiastic, in bed. It's just that he wasn't so enthusiastic, he took the initiative to hold him, changed four positions, intermittent gasping voices overflowed from his throat.

Throwing away the third set, Zhuo Huan fiddled with Fucheng's earlobe and told him: "It's eight o'clock."

Fucheng: "...Huh?"

This voice was very sexy and lazy, Zhuo Huan cursed "Fuck" in a low voice, and asked fiercely, "What are you doing."

Eyelashes were wet with sweat, Fucheng opened his eyes to look at him, and asked in confusion: "What?"

The man whom the wicked person sued first: "..."

Damn it!

At ten o'clock, Mai Fei's car was coming to pick up people, and there were two hours left. Even if he went to recite the data, Fu Cheng thought, it would definitely be too late. But he greatly underestimated Zhuo Huan.

Never judge genius by your mind.

Never use your world to guess Zhuo Huan.

Going to bed won't affect Fucheng's normal actions. After waking up, he put on his own clothes. After tying the pajamas button to the top one to cover the hickey, he moves freely, as if he hadn't exercised in bed for more than two hours at all.

So don't worry about physical matters. The only thing you need to worry about is whether you can memorize those data.

As a result, when Zhuo Huan smoked a cigarette and printed out the data for him from the study, only one piece of A4 paper was left.

Fucheng was a little surprised.

Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette holder and said lightly: "Back down."

His tone was commanding, and there was no doubt that Fucheng could memorize so many complicated numbers and formulas in half an hour.

Fucheng: "Okay."

After returning to the room to change his clothes, Fucheng and Zhuo Huan went downstairs together.

In the hotel lobby, Lina waited alone. Seeing them going downstairs together, Lina didn’t think anything was wrong, she didn’t even glance at Fucheng’s tightly buttoned shirt buttons, and directly handed Zhuo Huan a car key: “When Uncle Patrick went out this morning, I I ran into him on the first floor. He wanted to hand over the car keys to the front desk and let the front desk give it to you, but when I was there, I passed it on."

Zhuo Huan glanced down at the key with Pagani logo, and laughed mockingly: "Wow, what do you mean."

Lina helplessly spread her hands: "Your 30th birthday gift, Uncle Patrick said. He said, maybe you don’t like yesterday’s surprise, but you definitely like this one. Don’t throw it away. After all, it can sell for more than ten million dollars. ."

Zhuo Huan sneered and accepted the key.

Lina: "You should indeed accept it. The car will be parked in the basement parking lot of the hotel. Reid, this is my last day to arrange a car for you. Starting tomorrow, I will go to the Pacific for a vacation. You promised. Mai Fei pays. So, starting tomorrow, until the end of this mission, drive to Mai Fei by yourself."