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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter 82"

weight="139877"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Early in the morning, while still brushing his teeth, Fucheng received a message from his sister.

[Fu Xiao: Happy 27th birthday. Have you had a good meal today? 】

Fucheng laughed, he picked up the phone.

[Fucheng: ready to have breakfast. It should be early morning over there? 】

[Fu Xiao: Just after 12 o'clock, China and the United Kingdom are both on the 7th, and it's all your birthday. Of course I will be the first person to say happy birthday to you. What do you eat in the morning? 】

[Fucheng: Noodles, I haven't done it yet, I'm brushing my teeth. 】

[Fu Xiao: Take a photo for me! 】

Looking at the angry emoticon of a villain with arms akimbo on the phone screen, Fucheng couldn't help laughing. After he finished cooking the noodles, he sent a photo to Fu Xiao, and Fu Xiao was only satisfied. However, he did not eat up the bowl of noodles.

He is conditioning his body recently, and he can't eat too much at once, so he can only take his time.

When he left the house, Su Fei's text message was also sent.

[Su Fei: Happy birthday! ! ! 】

Fucheng was a little surprised, typing his reply: [Thank you, you remember it. 】

[Su Fei:? ? ? 】

[Su Fei: Of course I remember it! I even bought gifts for you, Brother Fu, I bought them with old Joseph, and Lina. But we are still working on the Air France case here in Munich, and I didn't expect it to take so long to go back to China to celebrate your birthday. 】

Fucheng smiled and said: [It's okay, thank you. 】

[Su Fei: The gift is for you, and I will give it to you when I return to China. 】

But for a long time, old Joseph and Lina's blessing text messages were also sent over.

[Lina: Happy birthday to you, Fu, it's a pity that I can't celebrate for you in person. 】

[Fucheng: Thank you, it's good to have this kind of heart. 】

[Lina: Then we have to go ahead and give you a gift when we return to China. I believe you will like this gift. 】

[Fushi: Then I will continue to look forward to it. 】

It took more than an hour to arrive at the COMAC factory in the east of Shanghai.

After entering the laboratory, everyone was busy working, because the next day was the most important test flight.

Half a month ago, Zhuo Huan proposed the front and rear edge loading structure to rebuild the wing lift model of the new aircraft. For most of the new wing experiments that have already been carried out, this is absolutely subversive, and it is no less than starting all over again. But Wu Hui, Head Nie, and all the designers of COMAC unconditionally agreed with Zhuo Huan's opinions, and began to work overtime day and night.

Facts have proved that this proposal is successful. Several laboratory computer simulation results have obtained very good data, and then as long as the corresponding proof is obtained on the actual machine, you can continue to work.

The next day was the most important test flight. As soon as Fucheng came to the COMAC factory, he had data docking with the experimenters, and then went to the commercial airport for the final aircraft inspection.

He and the experimenters ran up and down, inspecting the plane tirelessly. Not only for flight safety, but also to ensure that a little mistake will not cause a deviation in the test flight tomorrow and affect the test flight data.

It was not until the sunset that Fucheng returned from the commercial airport.

When he reached the parking lot, he slowly stopped and looked at the man standing by the car door. Zhuo Huan leaned against Ferrari's driver's seat, his hands in his pockets, and he lowered his head to smoke. As if he had a good heart, he raised his head and looked at Fucheng.

The setting sun stretched the shadows on the ground for a long time, warm colors illuminating Zhuo Huan's cool and handsome face, and the sharp and thin eyes showed a bit of affection that should have nothing to do with this person.

Fucheng walked over, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It's just past five o'clock."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng: "You worked overtime until three or four in the morning every day for half a month."

Zhuo Huan: "We will have a test flight tomorrow. If we can still make mistakes now, the brains of the mentally handicapped groups in the laboratory can be twisted off and thrown directly into the East China Sea."

Fucheng: "Including you?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him and smiled: "Tsk, including." He stood up straight, "Get in the car."

I haven't enjoyed such a leisure time for a long time. On the long and narrow coastline, a black Ferrari flashed quickly from the sea on the high speed like dark lightning. Because it is heading towards the city, it is almost facing the sunset. But the sunlight is not dazzling, it just makes people feel peaceful and peaceful.

But soon, this tranquility was broken by the harsh phone ring.

Zhuo Huan picked up the phone and glanced at it, his eyes were unhappy, and he cut off directly. After a few seconds, another call came, and he continued to hang up. After hanging up like this four or five times, the other party called again, he whispered an swear word, and threw his cell phone to Fucheng.

Fucheng: "...?"

Zhuo Huan: "Bring him black for me."

Fucheng glanced at the name on the phone screen, and it turned out to be a capital "SHIT". "Who is this?"

Uncle Zhuo sneered: "Leland·Hale·Patrick."

Fucheng didn't react at once, and after a few seconds: "Your father? Mr. Zhuo?"

"Oh, that's the mentally retarded."

"..."

Fucheng: "The phone is not unlocked."

Zhuo Huan: "667259."

Fucheng smoothly turned on the phone: "...Is it really going to be blocked?"

After getting off the highway and stopping in front of a red light, Zhuo Huan took the cell phone directly from Fucheng and blocked his father.

Fucheng: "..."

Finally, the world is quiet.

"Mr. Zhuo called you, maybe something is wrong." Fucheng thought for a while and said.

Zhuo Huan: "He finds me, there will never be a good thing."

Zhuo Huan didn't want to talk more about this topic, his expression was cold, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel irritably. Fucheng looked at him for a while and looked away. He looked out the window. Already very close to the city, the buildings on both sides of the road gradually increased. Fucheng said casually: "How many times have you been to Shencheng before, before the establishment of UAAG."

Zhuo Huan held the steering wheel with one hand: "I have been here several times." After a pause, he added: "Three times."

Fucheng: "I was born in Shencheng, but I rarely come to the beach. This area should belong to Nanhui District. I remember the teacher's home is nearby."

"teacher?"

Fucheng: "My teacher at the training camp, Qi Zhifeng."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at Fucheng in the rearview mirror. He said softly "um".

Fucheng: "Five years ago, the teacher's family owed a lot of debts because of investment mistakes. He was troubled every day. I had graduated from training camp and was in the Air Force, but we were both in Shanghai. Once we ate together, it was me. It is recommended that he retire early and find a job in civil aviation so that he can better take care of his family."

Zhuo Huan: "So he went to Rogue Airlines later?"

Fucheng: "Well, Donghua Airlines originally invited him, but Rogge Airlines gave him a higher salary. Head Nie always thought I was sorry about this because I thought I suggested that the team go there. Rogge Aviation, I suddenly got anorexia two years ago and it is also related to this matter. Head Nie is a good leader. He cares about us very much. After I retired, he has always been concerned about my movements."

"Nie Xiang?"

"Yeah." Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him. After a pause, he asked: "Speaking of which, why did you set the UAAG headquarters in Shanghai."

Zhuo Huan asked casually: "Is it important?"

"Just ask it casually."

"Oh, then I just pointed to a random place."

"..."

Fucheng didn't know how to continue to ask for a while. He was never a lobbyist. This was already the way he tried his best to ask Zhuo Huan why he didn't go to Shangfei. But this man didn't give a chance at all.

I was thinking about how to continue the topic, and only heard a rambling voice sounded softly, Zhuo Huan turned off the car stereo, the car suddenly fell silent, and he said: "Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Will you beg for help."

Fucheng didn't recover suddenly: "What?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, curling up the corners of his mouth: "Begging for help is bullying and temptation. Intimidation is not feasible, and there is nothing to tempt you to tempt me. But for seduction, you can try..." Zhuo Huan raised his chin suggestively, "I don't want to wear a condom tonight."

"..."

The roots of the ears are a little hot, although both people know that going to Zhuo Huan's house at night means that they should do it tonight. But when he said that, Fucheng still felt ashamed. Fucheng did not speak, Zhuo Huan was not in a hurry. He didn't want to wear a condom a day or two. He didn't want to wear a condom before the two quarreled. , Did not agree.

Zhuo Huan: "Nie Xiang is looking for you?"

Fucheng was silent: "Yes." After a while, he still chose to ask directly: "Why don't you agree to go to COMAC."

With a sneer, Zhuo Huan asked back: "Do I disagree."

Fucheng looked at him calmly: "But you didn't agree."

"you guess."

Fucheng asked: "Is it related to Roger 318?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, did not answer, but asked: "Why don't you go back to be a pilot."

After a long silence, Fu Cheng said quietly: "Rogge 318."

When this sentence fell, there was a long silence in the carriage.

The car had reached the underground garage, Zhuo Huan parked the car, and he turned his head to look at the young man beside him. In the dim parking lot, the dim light shone through the window glass on the man's handsome face, Fucheng lowered his eyes, so the fluttering eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

Zhuo Huan called him softly: "Fucheng."

Fucheng turned his head to look at him, his clear eyes were all reflected in him, he was the only one. In the depths of those eyes, there are longings and beliefs that can't be hidden no matter what. This kind of gaze was in Helsinki, under the night filled with stars and stars, when he saw this young man for the first time, he saw it.

However, at that time, the next moment, this person closed his gaze of astonishment and admiration, and stared at him silently.

But at this moment, in this deep and soft gaze, there is not only faith, but a restrained and implicit love.

With a soft smile from his nose, Zhuo Huan pinched his chin, bowed his head and kissed him.

The short kiss ended, and the breath of the other party was all in the cheeks.

Zhuo Huan kissed his eyes: "I will go."

Fucheng looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan: "Rogge 318 is so important."

Fucheng: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan: "Yeah, but I will go."

"Um?"

"You are here."

You are there, so I am no longer afraid and dare not move forward.

You believe in myself more than me.

Zhuo Huan had said long ago that he felt that Fuxiao cooking was not good, and he had to cook a meal himself so that Fucheng would know what a good meal was. Unfortunately, after he said this, the entire COMAC laboratory started busy working overtime. Not to mention cooking a meal for Fucheng, Zhuo Huan had to squeeze time from the work gap even to eat a good meal.

Now finally have time.

Taking the elevator to this Dingfu apartment building, after Zhuo Huan opened the door, after a few months of absence, Fucheng walked in for the first time. He looked up at the crystal ceiling hanging in the empty living room, hesitated and a little bit sour in his heart. The feeling of escaping from this place, as if it still happened yesterday, he was a bit at a loss.

The next moment, Zhuo Huan called him dissatisfied: "What are you doing while standing?"

Fucheng was stunned and turned his head.

Zhuo Huan: "Set up the restaurant."

Fucheng: "...?"

Zhuo Huan pointed at the pile of things piled on the wall with his chin: "Balloons, ribbons, flowers, all. You can arrange them."

Fucheng looked at the things piled on the side of the wall, and even saw a few English letters in them, which were B, I, R or something.

Happy birthday.

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng: "I remember today is my birthday?"

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Or else."

Fucheng: "My birthday, I will arrange it myself?"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "So? Then you will cook the steak, and I will arrange it?"

Fucheng: "..."

Never had such a birthday!

In the past, it was my sister who celebrated Fucheng's birthday. Fu Xiao also paid great attention to these ritual things, blowing balloons, pasting ribbons, and even pulling a salute. But normally, these things should be made by others. How can someone justly let the birthday star arrange a birthday party for themselves?

But if you think about it, it's all excusable.

Before today, Zhuo Huan had not returned home for three consecutive days, and he had no time to arrange these.

The things were bought exclusively by people, but they weren't allowed to decorate them. Maybe it's for the feeling of doing it yourself.

Although this hands-on hands, it was Fucheng's hands.

Fucheng raised his head to look at the kitchen while playing a balloon for himself.

Under the dizzy yellow light, Zhuo Huan pushed the shirt sleeve to his elbow. He lowered his head, and the left hair fell in front of his eyes. Wearing a golden Bulgari bracelet on his right hand, holding a knife to concentrate on cutting steak. His left hand is pressing beef, and on his wrist is the Patek Philippe watch that Su Fei, Old Joseph, and Fucheng gave him this year for his birthday.

He looked at the piece of beef intently, his eyes calm and his lips pursed slightly. The slender fingers matched the silver blade, and a layer of cool white appeared.

He seems to really know how to cook.

An hour later, Zhuo Huan took a bottle of red wine from the wine room.

The mellow red wine was poured from the decanter into the goblet. After Zhuo Huan poured the wine, one looked up and found the tall candle on the table.

"...What is this?"

Fucheng: "You didn't ask me to prepare it?"

Zhuo Huan: "Where did this candle come from."

Fucheng: "There is already in that pile?"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Fucheng understood: "Don't you know this is a candlelight birthday dinner set?"

Zhuo Huan: "...I know."

Fucheng: "Oh, you don't know." Just let people prepare it casually.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Using a knife to lightly cut the steak, Fucheng took a bite hopelessly.

It's actually really good?

But it may be that the meat is good in the first place, and it has nothing to do with the craftsmanship of the cook.

Thinking of this, Fucheng tasted the roast beef made by this man again.

......It's really delicious.

Perceiving Fucheng's unconcealed look of surprise, Zhuo Huan chuckled and said lazily: "Your sister's dishes are really not delicious, right."

There was silence, Fucheng: "No, it's delicious."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng looked up at him with firm eyes: "My sister's dishes are still delicious."

Zhuo Huan laughed and looked at him with an expression of "Are you having a bad taste?"

After eating, the two came to the open-air restaurant on the second floor with wine glasses.

The September night breeze blows from the Huangpu River, cool and soft, refreshing. The wind blew away the scattered hair in front of his forehead, and his body was slightly warmed by the drunkenness, but Fucheng's heart was very clear. He stood on a tall building, leaning on the glass railing, looking at the bright night scene across the river from a distance.

"I went there several times when I was a kid."

Zhuo Huan looked in the direction of his fingers.

Fucheng pointed to the Oriental Pearl Tower and said: "First my parents took me there. My parents, they took me there once. Then they disappeared. My adoptive father and mother, my uncle and aunt, took me. Been there twice."

Zhuo Huan knew for the first time: "Your adoptive father and adoptive mother?"

Fucheng nodded: "You don't know?"

Zhuo Huan: "You never said it. They also have the surname Fu, do you follow their surname?"

Fucheng: "No, we are distant relatives with the same surname, all surnamed Fu."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Is your adoptive father and mother on Roger 318?"

"Yeah. They have a fear of heights. It’s okay to fly. They don’t dare to look down when they go to places like the Oriental Pearl Tower. I became a pilot later, and my dad joked that they didn’t know that the two of them had a fear of heights. How come I have raised a son who is a pilot. My mother said that my biological parents are not afraid of heights, so I have no genes for fear of heights."

After a sip of wine, Fucheng turned his head to look at him: "Zuo Huan."

Young people seldom call his name, and Fucheng usually speaks in a very clear voice, perhaps because he seldom calls, so when he yells the word Zhuo Huan, he will always show a bit of southern softness. Zhuo Huan has always been very useful, and he gave a soft "um".

Fucheng: "Do you know when we first met."

Just asking this question means that their first meeting is definitely not in Helsinki.

Zhuo Huan leaned his hands on the railing, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him: "Where?"

"Shencheng."

Shencheng?

Although he was a little drunk, Zhuo Huan was extremely confident in his memory. He said that he had only been to Shencheng three times before. All of a sudden, he found the only possible intersection with Fucheng from the depths of his memory.

"...The time I went to the China Air Force to give a speech? Oh, yes, that time was invited by Nie Xiang."

With drunkenness, Fucheng looked at the man's face. In the past twenty-six years, he had never thought that one day he would look at a man in this mood. His voice was hidden in the sound of the wind, softly: "Then the second time."

Zhuo Huan looked down at him. All the life timelines of the past thirty years were clearly engraved in his mind. He soon thought about it and sighed: "Rogge 318?"

Fucheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that Zhuo Huan was right. He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes blank.

Indeed, because of Roger 318, the two must have had an intersection, but Zhuo Huan probably didn't know it at the time.

The young man's ignorant and astonished appearance aroused Zhuo Huan's sex well, and he bowed his head and kissed Shangfucheng's lips. In the evening breeze, the two kissed for a long time and separated. Putting the wine glass on the table aside, Zhuo Huan held him in one hand, looked down at Fucheng, and asked: "What benefits Nie Xiang has given you, let you be a lobbyist."

Unexpectedly, he still remembered this incident, Fucheng was silent: "Nothing."

Zhuo Huan: "Then how do you become a lobbyist?"

"Huh? Didn't you already agree."

"When did I agree."

"In the car, in the parking lot?"

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, I have forgotten it." He buried his face in Fucheng's shoulder, and exhaled warmly on the young man's raised collarbone, "Fucheng, will you be seduced?"

Fucheng was speechless.

Zhuo Huan smiled. He stood up straight, holding Fucheng's chin with one hand, and said, "Do you know, since I was fourteen, how many people want to seduce me and get into my bed every year."

Suddenly his body stiffened, his lips were slowly pressed, Fucheng said as calmly as possible: "I don't know."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I have a good memory, and I remember everything. Then let me tell you, on the third day after my fourteenth birthday, a model showed kindness to me at a dinner party, suggesting that I want to sleep in my bed. . But she is a woman, I can’t stand up, and I’m not interested. That was the first one, and when she was fourteen, there were 19 such."

"Fifteen years old, a little less, six."

"Sixteen years old, I started to get more. 34. Seventeen, 43, 18, 75... When I was 20, wow, it was disgusting, it broke a hundred. On my twentieth birthday, Zhuo Jing's lover at the time also wanted to sleep with me. She climbed onto my bed while Zhuo Jing was not paying attention. I threw her to Zhuo Jing, Zhuo Jing didn't care at all, and continued to play with her all night."

Fucheng lowered his eyes. He put down his wine glass and asked quietly, "So." He raised his head to look at Zhuo Huan, and fixedly watched the casual smile on this man's face. Fucheng was about to walk away. He hugged him from behind.

"So, only you."

Zhuo Huan hugged the person in his arms hard, as if exhausting all his strength, holding him, also said this sentence: "Fucheng——"

"Look back at me."

His body was a little weak. For a long time, Fucheng turned around, but his eyes were suddenly stunned when he saw the skyscraper with LED lights on the other side of the river.

『Fucheng

I love you

Zhuo

The dazzling six big characters, on the huge light curtain of the Aurora Building, are constantly concealed, lit, and flickering.

"I didn't write all of my name because it was all men at a glance. China is not as open as the United States. Are you not from Shanghai? There are many people who know you."

Slowly raised his head and looked at the man. Fucheng opened his mouth, and he felt his throat choke. After a few seconds, he asked dumbly, "Why do you have to explain this specially."

Zhuo Huan hugged him, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and chuckled softly: "Tsk, don't you think too much."

Fucheng: "What do you think."

Zhuo Huan: "Think of the mess."

"……I will not."

"Oh, then you won't be."

After a long silence, Fucheng said: "Didn't you say that people who confess in this way have problems with their brains, and their IQs must not exceed 80."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"Fuck, you're sick, I'm so fucking romantic, you call me a brain sick? How much my IQ, Fucheng, don't you fucking count?"

Fucheng looked at him calmly: "700,000 an hour, Teacher Zhuo, it's too expensive, Roger 318 hasn't caught it yet."

Zhuo Huan laughed angrily at him: "You fucking can really talk!"

Whatever the horrible things, Fucheng chose what to say. Zhuo Huan was so angry that he flung his sleeves and wanted to leave, Fucheng grabbed his hand.

Zhuo Huan asked angrily: "What's the matter?"

Fucheng: "Why do you want that."

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes, looked at him seriously, did not answer, but asked him: "How much face do I want, do you know, Fucheng."

"If someone wants to write an autobiography for Reid one day, open this autobiography, from the beginning to the end, one sentence can summarize the full text——

This is a proud and conceited life. 』

Zhuo Huan's pride is almost inscribed in his bones, in every second of his breath, every inch of his cell.

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Pointing at the phrase "I love you" on the other side of the river, Zhuo Huan tried several times, but it was almost inexplicable. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said this sentence: "Now, the whole world knows that I love you. The damn world knows it!"

"Fucheng, you owe me, you have to pay you back for the rest of your life!"

In the next second, a hot kiss sealed Fucheng's lips. He was in a moment of astonishment. Then he closed his eyes, hugged the man, and kissed back affectionately. The two kissed all the way from the open-air restaurant back to the next bedroom. Zhuo Huan pressed a button on the wall, and the white window screen was automatically pulled up.

The clothes were taken off one by one, Zhuo Huan kissed Fucheng's lips while reaching out and taking the condom from the bedside table. He bit the young man's earlobe, and laughed in a low voice, "The granular type, your favorite."

Fucheng turned his head and looked at the sleeve that Zhuo Huan had just taken out of the drawer. He suddenly understood something about the familiar model and style. He hugged the person on him and asked, "How many are left."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Two, there will be a test flight tomorrow, do you want to do it more times."

The answer to him was a kiss from Fucheng's head up.

The door of the room was closed tightly, blocking all the gasping and tremors in the room.

The soundproofing effect of this house is too good, and it is difficult to extricate itself from being immersed in the violence. Zhuo Huan and Fucheng didn't hear it. When they started the violence, the doorbell rang soon after. The doorbell rang for a few minutes, but no one opened the door. It stands to reason that the people downstairs should have left, but five minutes later, the door of the room opened with a click.

The handsome man in a suit stepped into the room, holding a room card in his hand. With one hand in his pocket, Zhuo Jing walked around his son's house as a matter of course. His hair was sprayed with hairspray, and he stroked his head, revealing an extremely handsome face. No one can tell, he is more than 50 years old.

As soon as entered the door, no one was seen, but the light in the room was on.

Zhuo Jing was about to call Zhuo Huan's name. Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes stopped on the balloons and ribbons on the dining room wall. Then he looked at the dining table again.

"Candlelight dinner?" Mr. Zhuo smiled gracefully.

Put the house card and the house purchase agreement on the cabinet at the entrance, and Mr. Zhuo calmly opened the door and left. He took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and a Bentley had been waiting downstairs for a long time. Open the rear door and go in. What enters your nose is the strong smell of perfume from a woman's nose.

Seeing Zhuo Jing's return, this Asian-looking woman immediately took his shoulders and sent a sweet kiss.

Zhuo Jing kissed her lips back, and said to the driver: "Go back to the hotel." Then he squeezed the cheek of the person next to him, "Don't worry, I have something wrong."

The woman whispered: "I know."

As the car drove out of the parking lot, Mr. Zhuo took out his cell phone, found Lina's name, and called. Soon, the phone was picked up.

"Uncle Patrick?"

As the car was driving on the prosperous Bund, Zhuo Jing raised his eyes and looked through the car window to the Aurora Building on the other side of the river and the flashing words on it. He smiled and said, "Lina, long time no see, I heard that you are on a business trip in Munich now?"

Lina smiled and said: "Actually, I just arrived in Shanghai. I have a friend's birthday today. We came back and wanted to give him a birthday surprise and celebrate him."

Zhuo Jing: "You are really a kind and gentle girl. By the way, Lina, does Reid have a boyfriend now."

Lina was surprised: "Uncle Patrick? Why do you suddenly ask that."

"Just ask."

"Then I think it would be better for you to ask Reid yourself."

Zhuo Jing smiled.

Zhuo Jing: "Do you know Fucheng?"

A black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove all the way from Pudong Airport to the city, and now it finally reached the Huangpu River. Lina was taken aback when she heard Zhuo Jing's words. She raised her head and happened to see a few big characters flashing upstairs on the other side of Jiang. Startled suddenly, Lina looked at it shockedly, without answering for a long time.

Su Fei and Old Joseph also saw those lines.

Su Fei grabbed the old Joseph's arm: "Fuck, look at that."

Old Joseph looked in the direction he was pointing.

Su Fei: "Fucheng, I love you, Zhuo...this..." After staying for a long time, the punk boy asked dumbfoundedly: "Fucheng, is this name very common..."

Old Joseph was surprised for a while, and he smiled meaningfully: "Maybe it's really common."

On the phone, Mr. Zhuo heard the voices of Su Fei and Old Joseph, he laughed and asked: "Lina, do you seem to know this Mr. Fucheng?"

Lina regained her senses, her voice was soft: "Maybe you know, or maybe you don't. Uncle Patrick, are you also in Shencheng."

Zhuo Jing: "Well, just passing by Shencheng, I wanted to bring some documents to Reid by the way, but he really hurts my heart. I helped him buy the house, but he didn't answer my call."

Lina: "Okay, I'll talk to Reid about this. Uncle Patrick, don't disturb your nightlife."

Zhuo Jing said regretfully, "You are the good woman who knows me best, Lina. If you weren't the girl I grew up with, that would be great."

Lina: "Good night, Uncle Patrick."

"Good night, I wish you a good dream."

After hanging up, Lina looked at Su Fei and the old Joseph. Old Joseph had already understood it, and Su Fei was still bewildered. Lina blinked: "I just returned home, I was a little tired and want to take a jet lag. Why don't we contact Fu and Reid tomorrow, what do you think?"

Su Fei: "Ah? Didn't we come back to give Fucheng a birthday surprise, why tomorrow?"

Old Joseph squeezed his head and said with a smile: "The gift given tonight is called shock. The gift given tonight is called surprise. Understand?"

Su Fei: "???"

What should he know!

On the other side, Zhuo Jing leaned back against the soft leather seat, looked through the car window, quietly watching the affectionate confession on the skyscraper. The woman next to him rubbed his arm and issued an ambiguous invitation. He turned around and stretched out his index finger to press against her bright red lips.

"Shhh, baby, I'm thinking about something, be good."

"good."

He was thinking about things, he was thinking about a lot of things, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He thought of twenty-six years ago.

It seemed to be in a villa in San Francisco, who was sleeping with at the time, oh yes, a Hollywood actress. That woman is his favorite lover in recent years. It’s a pity that after that time, every time he sees this woman, he will remember what happened at that time. broke up.

They were in the pool of the villa that night and suddenly received a call. He didn't like to answer the phone when he was in sex, but that time it was his personal cell phone, and it rang for ten minutes.

**Not satisfied yet, Zhuo Jing could only apologize to kiss the lips of his lover, crawled out of the pool first, and answered the phone call.

The call was made by a servant in Beverly Hills.

"Sir, please come back quickly. If you don't come back again, the young master is really going to be beaten to death by his wife..."

Zhuo Jing frowned and arranged for a private jet to fly back to Los Angeles immediately.

Before returning home, he still didn't understand what it meant to be beaten to death. Until he pushed open the bedroom door and watched the red-eyed woman kick their son from the window to the bathroom door, kicking on Zhuo Huan's stomach. The boy's face was full of tears. He cried and begged for mercy. He knelt on the cold marble at the door of the bathroom, and kowtow to his mother again and again, begging her to stop beating.

Zhuo Jing stood at the door, looking at them stiffly, but suddenly he couldn't move.

The crazy woman kicked the boy who was kneeling on the ground and shouted hoarsely: "You rubbish, useless thing! Your father doesn't want you at all, Leland won't go home for you at all, just look at you! What's the use of you being alive! You trash!"

Blood rushed to the top of his head, and Zhuo Jing quickly rushed over, pushing the woman to the ground fiercely.

"Leland?" The vicious and crazy eyes turned into obsession and desire the moment they saw him. Zhuo Jing was cold all over, he pulled up the boy on the ground. Obviously, he has never paid much attention to family affection, but looking at this boy who is covered in wounds and tears, looking at him timidly and fearfully, Zhuo Jing realizes for the first time that this is his son.

Half of his own blood was flowing in his body.

After being sent to a private hospital, he arranged another house for his son, where the housekeeper who had taken care of him since childhood would take care of Zhuo Huan. He also lived in that house for two months, but he really couldn’t bear this kind of pure-hearted ascetic practice. After half a year, Zhuo Jing regained his old state, and the whole world had fun with women, but he Zhuo Huan didn't let Zhuo Huan live with that woman again.

The servant is always like this. The house is the hostess. In fact, since he lost interest in the family after Zhuo Huan was one year old, and started looking for women outside, the woman beat his son every day, scolded him and blamed him for not being able to. Let yourself go home. From the time of birth, every day this child faces the humiliation and hatred of his mother. It's just that the servant didn't dare to say. Only this time, Kelly saw the lace news between him and the Hollywood actress. He drank and beaten so hard that Zhuo Huan was almost beaten to death. The servant came to tell him.

He has never been interested in family affection, even now, he can't say how deep and selfless his fatherly love is to Zhuo Huan.

But at this moment, looking at the riverside outside the window, the confession flashing on the building, knowing how proud his son is, Zhuo Jing smiled and said with emotion: "Son, hanged to death on a tree, Dad I really feel sorry for you."

The woman on the side leaned on Zhuo Jing's shoulder and asked him, "Leland, do you have a son."

Zhuo Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Honey, don't you know that I have a son? He is very handsome." With that, Zhuo Jing turned on his phone and pulled out a photo of Zhuo Huan from the album: "Are you handsome?"

The woman looked at the cold and handsome man in the photo for a few seconds, but she reacted quickly and said sweetly: "You are not handsome without you."

Zhuo Jing smiled and hugged her: "That's true, but he should be happier than me. He found someone he likes."

"Leland, don't you like me?"

Zhuo Jing pretended to be sad and asked, "Oh, Honey, I love you, do you think you just like it?"

The woman giggled.

After doing it once, Fucheng casually put on a piece of clothing and walked to the open-air restaurant outside the bedroom.

Zhuo Huan leaned on the railing, smoking a cigarette while looking at the river view in the distance.

Fucheng walked over, he looked at the Aurora building that was still flashing, and said in surprise: "How long have you bought it."

Seven hundred thousand in an hour, but it is obvious that at least one and a half hours have passed, and the words "I love you in Fucheng" are still flashing in that building.

Zhuo Huan lazily said, "One night."

Fucheng: "..."

"Can Roger 318 really still get it?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him angrily: "Even if you save this money, it won't be enough for Roger 318 to make a day!"

Fucheng: "Oh."

The red wine has not been finished yet, but it is Romani Conti, so expensive that even Fucheng knows this brand. Fucheng took the wine glass and handed it to Zhuo Huan: "Cheers."

Holding the goblet, Zhuo Huan was stunned when he heard Fucheng's words. A few seconds later, he seemed to think of something and curled his lips: "Hey, Fucheng, do you know what the first joke I told in this life was."

Fucheng looked at him in surprise, and didn't understand why he suddenly said this: "What?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him, and pointed to the chair next to him first: "Chairs."

Fucheng: "...?"

Zhuo Huan shook the glass again: "Cheers."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan smiled and looked at him: "Is it funny, I found this joke for the first time when I was three years old, and I laughed for a month."

Looking at the man in front of him quietly, it should be a very funny joke, but Fucheng didn't know what to do and couldn't laugh. He raised his head and kissed Zhuo Huan's lips. Zhuo Huan's body froze suddenly, he lowered his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, countless words poured into his mouth, and finally he bowed his head and kissed him.

"... Fucheng, tell me about my life."

When he did it the second time, Zhuo Huan refused to remove the condom. He bit Fucheng's lips and gently licked his teeth. Fucheng couldn't bear it, and said dumbly, "Well, don't wear it..."

Zhuo Huan still didn't go in. He pinched his chin, his voice was low and hoarse, and asked deceptively: "Isn't you not wearing it in the future?"

Fucheng red eyes and gritted his teeth: "Can you do it?"

Zhuo Huan laughed: "Oh."

Kissing this person's lips, Zhuo Huan whispered word by word in Fucheng's ear with a deep affection he had never had in this life.

"Fucheng——"

"I love you."

I really fell in love with you.

The author has something to say:

Good night.

The story of the two people is almost the same, and the last plot is below.

In fact, Roger 318 is still important to two people, but not so determined. Even if it is not fished out, Anxi will go to Commercial Aircraft and Fucheng will return to the army. Because of the other side, they won't be so sad anymore and can face it.

Of course, as an HE author, you must get it!

Oh yes, finally, the unlock code for rest is actually a special six-digit number. Do you know what these six-digit numbers mean?