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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty Six"

weight="139791"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The elevator doors closed slowly in front of them.

In the quiet and enclosed environment, there was a moment of silence. Then, Su Fei's shocked voice: "Well, Lina, I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little curious. Just...RIP his parents are not together, divorced?"

Old Joseph also felt extremely irritating. He coughed: "Actually, I am also very curious. Have Reid's parents divorced?"

Lina laughed helplessly, she looked at her three companions. Su Fei and Old Joseph were so excited, they couldn't hide their excitement about hearing gossip. Fucheng frowned slightly, just looking at himself: he was also waiting for this answer.

Lina: "Well, actually, as far as I know, Mrs. Patrick is still Reid's mother. Reid's parents are not divorced."

Old Joseph whistled: "Wow, this is too exciting. You said earlier that Reid's family is in Los Angeles. Then his father is now in front of his wife and cheating directly? I think I should have not misunderstood Mr. Patrick. The meaning of those words just now. The girl who seems to be just a teenager will definitely not be Reid's mother, and Mr. Patrick asked her to wait for herself in the room, and she definitely didn't want to chat with her purely."

Lina: "No one said you guessed wrong, old Joseph. Believe in yourself, what you said is right."

Su Fei felt that his Three Views had suffered a huge impact today: "No, this is also OK? Adults now play like this?"

Fucheng: "No one told Teacher Zhuo's mother about this?"

Lina glanced at Fucheng and shook her head: "No."

Fucheng was silent and asked, "Don't you say it, Lina?"

The smile on Lina's lips solidified. For a long time, she said, "This is a very complicated thing."

Old Joseph: "I might have guessed the answer. Does Reid's mother dislike his father?"

Su Fei said in surprise: "A marriage without emotion, a business marriage? I often see it on TV!"

Lina: "No, you guessed wrong this time. Reid's mother loves Uncle Patrick very, very much. In fact, I don't know much about Reid's family affairs, but I took the initiative to help conceal it. There are some special reasons." She sighed: "You know, I can't stop Uncle Patrick from'leading the way' for other women. How can I have such a reason and weight to intervene in other people's household affairs. Then since Uncle Patrick can't be stopped, should I tell Reid's mother these things? "

Su Fei: "Of course!"

Old Joseph pondered, "Maybe I will help conceal it. After all, as Lina said, this is a private matter for Patrick's family."

Lina: "I concealed it not because it was someone else’s private matter, but because Aunt Kelly... Well, Kelly is the name of Reid’s mother. She is a Chinese, but I always call her Aunt Kelly. Aunt Kelly She behaves a little bit extreme."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Lina continued: "I think you probably haven't paid attention to it. Six years ago, there was a car accident in Los Angeles. This case ended up with a huge loss of 132 million U.S. dollars."

Fucheng: "It's related to Teacher Zhuo's house?"

Lina looked at him: "Yes. Six years ago in Los Angeles, Aunt Kelly drove into a 19-year-old opera actor. The girl was disfigured in the fire caused by the car accident and her left leg was amputated. I think You should have guessed that this girl was the object of Uncle Patrick’s affair at that time. Aunt Kelly didn’t know where she learned about it, so she drove and almost knocked her to death. Afterwards, she was released on bail for three million dollars. I also hired the top lawyer team-it seems to be the team in the Simpson case. In the end, Aunt Kelly was sentenced to only two years and suspended for two years. Because the girl took the initiative to sign the letter of understanding and was willing to take away more than 100 million in compensation. ."

After a pause, Lina said: "Such things have happened, I don't think anyone wants to tell her about Uncle Patrick's outside affairs."

Old Joseph: "...It's terrible, both of them are terrible."

Su Fei: "Too scumbag! How could there be such a scumbag? And that happened, RIP dad dare to mess around outside? Can't he get a divorce first?"

Lina asked him: "What do you think will happen to Aunt Kelly if he really wants to get a divorce?"

Su Fei: "Uh, how is it?"

Lina: "After the car accident ended six years ago, Uncle Patrick seemed determined to get a divorce. But I don't know why, it didn't succeed. It seems that Aunt Kelly called Reid home, and Uncle Patrick never mentioned it again. Divorce."

Fucheng: "Did Teacher Zhuo go back to help persuade his father?"

Lina: "I don't know, this matter is really a secret of the Patrick family. I am afraid that only the people who were present at the time know. Reid has never told the public. But since then, no one dares to take care of their family affairs anymore. Maybe the next car accident will not lose a leg, but will lose a lively life."

Old Joseph showed a complicated expression: "This...I think it's better not to get involved in their own affairs."

Su Fei: "What about RIP? Does RIP care?"

Lina thought for a while: "Perhaps he can't control Uncle Patrick? I've heard from my father that Uncle Patrick was a famous lover in the circle when he was young, and he was merciful everywhere. At that time, they always thought that Uncle Patrick would never get married in his life. Later, I married Aunt Kelly because Aunt Kelly was so obsessed with him, she tried many ways to find the family and wanted to marry him. Uncle Patrick also seemed to think it was time to get married and have children, so he married her."

Su Fei: "Fuck, is it really a business marriage?"

Lina nodded: "You're right. I remember they seemed to have a honeymoon period when I was a kid, but when I was in middle school, Uncle Patrick couldn't help but germinate again. I used to see you on Broadway when I was a teenager. Uncle Patrick, he was holding a very hot female star at the time."

Old Joseph was speechless: "We really don't understand the life of the rich."

At this time, the elevator dinged open, and Su Fei and Old Joseph got off the elevator together.

"Does Mr. Zhuo rarely go home?"

Qingyoung's voice sounded, and Lina looked back at him and smiled: "Well, yes, Reid has his own house in Los Angeles. But it seemed to be sold last year." She blinked, "In order to fish the plane, I feel Reid It's going to be bankrupt."

Soon, Lina's floor arrived. She waved to Fucheng: "See you tomorrow, Fu."

After Fucheng returned to the room, he washed a little, and received a call from Zhuo Huan, asking him to go to his room immediately.

Zhuo Huan spoke extremely quickly and ordered: "Bring your computer."

It seemed to be typing on the keyboard, and Fucheng heard the keyboard tapping from the phone.

Fucheng: "Do I need a computer?"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I'm afraid you won't remember."

Fucheng: "...?"

After taking the computer to Zhuo Huan's room, there was no beautiful atmosphere. After Zhuo Huan opened the door to Fucheng, he turned around and entered the study without even looking at him. The long hair is tied into a small ball, set in the back of the head. Putting on his glasses, Zhuo Huan sat in a swivel chair, cracklingly continued to input formulas and numbers into the computer, and then calculated.

Fucheng took the computer into the study.

Zhuo Huan: "Just find a place to sit."

Fucheng sat on the sofa.

Zhuo Huan looked at the computer screen without raising his head: "I will send you an email later, and you will memorize the contents tonight. Tomorrow's test flight is not for you to just fly, you will remember it. Stay with these data, and then carry out a test flight based on these data. Don't worry, the people at McFly won't be able to see it. After the test flight is over tomorrow, you will memorize all the data you saw on the plane and tell me."

Fucheng was taken aback, and he frowned: "Remember the test flight data for tomorrow's test flight?" After a pause, he asked: "Mr. Zhuo, what do you want to do?"

Zhuo Huan asked back: "What do you think I want to do?"

Fucheng hesitated for a moment: "I don't think you can study the design secrets of Maifei's new model based on the data of a test flight."

After hearing this, Zhuo Huan finally raised his head from behind the computer and looked at Fucheng: "Oh, what do you think I can do?"

Fucheng was silent for a long while: "Are you really going to steal Mai Fei's design secrets?"

As if hearing something funny, Zhuo Huan laughed exaggeratedly: "Put an Apple mobile phone in front of you, and you will work out its design drawings. Is this stealing? I will take down a Boeing 777 for you. You will know how it was made after you disassemble it. This is called stealing?"

Fucheng was stunned.

"In fact, you just dismantle an airplane and you can't know how it was made. But you are right. I really want to see what Thor Reiner has done to make the McFly F475 achieve such an incredible change. Tor Reiner, I always call him by name, and he doesn't care. If I respectfully call him teacher, he will be disgusting, and I will be disgusted." Zhuo Huan said casually, "I just want to see the direction of the change. The specific confidential data will definitely not be revealed in a test flight, but knowing the key point of the change may not be impossible. Fucheng, don't consider me by those mediocrities."

Fucheng didn't speak for a long time. He really didn't know what to say. Looking at Zhuo Huan's busy appearance, he lowered his head, received the email, and then began to read the densely packed data on it.

There was silence in the study, only the crisp percussive sound of the keyboard continued to sound.

No one knew how long it took, and suddenly, a telephone ringing suddenly rang, breaking the silence. Fucheng looked up at Zhuo Huan, saw that he picked up the phone and glanced at it. After seeing the name on the screen, he showed disgusting eyes, snorted contemptuously, and hung up the phone directly.

But a few seconds later, the phone rang again, and Zhuo Huan hung up again.

Just like this time and time again, after the fifth time, Zhuo Huan sneered and shut down the machine directly.

Then, the hotel phone in the room rang.

Zhuo Huan scolded: "Fuck!"

He picked up the mobile phone on the table and asked, "How do you know my room number?"

Perhaps it was because the room was too quiet, and the hotel's telephone was not soundproofed. Mr. Zhuo's voice with a smile passed through the sound hole and reached Fucheng's ears.

"Hi, my dear son. I'm your father. Ask Lina for your room number. Wouldn't she tell me?"

Zhuo Huan chuckled, "Lina told you?" His tone was full of disbelief.

Zhuo Jing said helplessly: "Well, it was the hotel receptionist who told me. After all, it was a father who had forgotten his son's room number and couldn't contact his son for a while. They would not refuse."

"Oh, this hotel should be closed, I remember it was run by Lucas?"

Mr. Zhuo laughed, elegant and polite: "Reid, you are still so naughty."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Fucheng clearly saw the words written on Zhuo Huan's face, all swearing at his father.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Zhuo Huan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, Fucheng glanced at him, got up and opened the door.

He walked out of the study and walked through the living room. After seeing the people outside through the cat's eyes, Fucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then opened the door.

I saw a beautiful young man in black tights and tight jeans leaning against the door and smiling at him. The extremely low V-neck reveals large areas of snow-white skin. He is Asian with black hair and black eyes. He wears a Bvlgari clavicle chain around his slender neck. Fucheng remembered that it was a lady's necklace because he had seen his sister wear it.

The boy looked only twenty years old at most, with extremely thin waist. He looked at Fucheng with clear eyes and cast a wink.

When he opened his mouth, it was Chinese: "Mr. Zhuo Huan?"

Fucheng looked at him and suddenly didn't know what to say.

At this time, Zhuo Huan took the mobile phone and walked to the hallway. In the voice hole of the phone, Zhuo Jing said: "I remember you have always liked this type of man. After finally seeing you, how could my father forget you, my dear son."

The black-haired boy's eyes flickered back and forth between Fucheng and Zhuo Huan, as if to confirm which of the two was the one he was looking for.

Zhuo Huan smiled. He stared at the boy and squeezed a word from his teeth: "Get out."

The young man was stunned.

Then, Zhuo Huan looked at the phone with a faint smile: "After I finished fucking, people suddenly remembered that I still have a son? Wow, this father has great hobbies."

Zhuo Jing smiled and said, "No, only halfway through the fuck, she will go take a bath first. I have been thinking about you, son."

There was a chuckle from his nose, Zhuo Huan smiled and said to the phone: "Get out."

Then, he hung up the phone directly and threw the phone on the ground.

Step forward.

Fucheng made way for him.

The boy was embarrassed and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Zhuo Huan, can I come in?"

Zhuo Huan didn't answer a word, didn't even look at him, and slammed the door on the boy's face.

Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng: "Why are you standing? Go back and continue to memorize the information."

The author has something to say:

Daddy Zhuo: Son, do you like the meeting gift your father gave you?

Zhuo Anxi: Ha ha.

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