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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty-Three"

weight="139878"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang, and Fucheng reached out and pressed the phone alarm.

He got off the bed lightly, put on his clothes, and then opened the door to go out.

Uncle Zhuo can never get up on time. When Fucheng got out of bed, he inevitably made a little movement. Zhuo Huan was weakened and woke up for a while. After seeing him out of the room, he put the quilt on his face and fell asleep again.

When he was brushing his teeth, Fucheng turned on his phone and received a message from Su Fei. He clicked to take a look, was stunned, and replied to the past.

[Fucheng: Have you returned home? 】

A few seconds later, the punk boy sent a message.

[Su Fei: Yes! Old Joseph, Lina and I went to Shanghai last night, and I want to surprise you. Brother Fu, have you seen the confession on the giant LED screen? It's really you. Who is this "Zhuo"? 】

【Fucheng: ^_^】

[Su Fei: ...I have a weird hunch. 】

[Fucheng: Just returned to China, take two more days of rest, jet lag. 】

[Su Fei:! ! ! 】

[Su Fei: Don't break the topic! ! ! 】

Then there were text messages from Lina and Old Joseph, which were all sent this morning.

Fucheng didn't expect that Su Fei and the three would deliberately work overtime to write the accident investigation report on Air France for his birthday, and then quietly return home. Although they didn't talk about the subsequent development, Fucheng probably guessed it too. When they returned to the city from the airport, they must have seen the words on the LED advertising screen. So Lina and Old Joseph never came to give him this "surprise" again.

Suddenly feel a headache. haven't thought about it too much last night. Today Fucheng opened WeChat while brushing his teeth.

Several former classmates sent him news. Like Su Fei, they also took the LED photo of the confession. Some people joked that this person has the same name as Fucheng, and some people directly ask if it is him.

Then open the circle of friends, and some people directly posted to the circle of friends to tease this matter.

After a deep sigh, Fucheng rubbed his temples, only to feel the darkness in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, he had no contact with his past classmates a long time ago. The comrades in the army would not pay attention to what LED large screens confessed, so he didn't need to explain to anyone in particular.

Except Su quiet.

[Su Wei: Fucheng, I saw it, the person who used the Aurora Building to confess, is it you? 】

Fucheng didn't confirm or deny it, only sent a smiling face.

[Su Wei: I wish you happiness. 】

Looking at these five words steadily, Fucheng replied.

[Fucheng: Thank you. 】

After washing, when Fucheng walked out of the bathroom, he saw Zhuo Huan in his pajamas, with messy hair falling on his forehead, and walked out the door sleepily. When he walked to Fucheng, he hugged Fucheng very naturally, kissed him lightly on his lips, and then frowned: "I don't like mint toothpaste."

Fucheng: "But you put a mint flavor in the bathroom in your bedroom."

Zhuo Huan: "Did you not see that there is a lemon flavored next to it."

Fucheng: "You don't like what the mint flavor is for you."

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan seemed to be a little more awake. He curled the corners of his lips and said lazily: "Oh, it seems that the hourly worker used that toothpaste to clean the pool? Squeeze it on the pool and brush it clean. ?"

Fucheng: "..."

This person is really boring!

Last night the two only enjoyed the candlelight dinner, and later did it twice. Romance is always temporary, and it is reality to clean up the mess after the romance. Fucheng tore off the ribbons and balloons that he personally stuck to the wall last night. As he cleaned the living room, Zhuo Huan walked into the kitchen after washing. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Would you like a ham sandwich?"

"eat."

But after a long time, Zhuo Huan started his breakfast.

After Fucheng collected the contents of his birthday gift bag, he took a plastic bag and put it in the hallway, and he planned to take it with him when he went out. One raised his head, his gaze fell on a contract on the porch cabinet, he picked up the house purchase agreement in surprise, and opened his eyes.

Uncle Zhuo was making omelettes in the kitchen, and Fucheng's voice came from behind: "If you buy this house, it costs 180 million?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Huan didn't look back.

Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo seems to have spent 180 million before repurchasing it."

Zhuo Huan's omelet stopped suddenly. He turned his head and saw Fucheng leaning against the bar in the open kitchen, holding a house purchase agreement in his hand.

Zhuo Huan: "...Fuck!"

A dash rushed up and grabbed the house purchase agreement from Fucheng. Zhuo Huan flipped it roughly, and then rushed to the bedroom without looking back, grabbing his cell phone and making a call. As soon as the phone was connected, Zhuo Huan asked, "The fuck were you in Shencheng last night?"

Fucheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard the voices of Uncle Zhuo and his father talking on the phone upstairs. He went into the kitchen and continued to fry eggs. You can’t ask Zhuo Huan to be sensible and considerate. He went on the phone and left the fire and food in the kitchen unattended. It only means one thing: you take it for granted and logically, you must be responsible for his stay. The mess coming down.

When Zhuo Huan returned from the phone call, Fucheng had already prepared breakfast.

Fucheng: "When I bought it, how could it be 50 million more expensive than when I sold it."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said lightly: "Buy in a hurry."

Before they returned to Shanghai from Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan asked Mr. Zhuo to buy the house back and restore it to its original state. Fly from Los Angeles to Shanghai, it takes 22 hours. If you want to resolve this matter quickly, you have to ignore the price.

Fucheng: "There is no need to buy it."

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan put one hand on the table, propped his chin, and looked at the opposite youth. "Fucheng, you know why you ask."

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him: "No, I just feel that it's too bad."

Zhuo Huan snorted softly: "Oh...then if I didn't buy it back then, would you still let me live in, your house."

Fucheng looked at him quietly. For a long time, he didn't answer, got up and sent the finished dishes back to the kitchen.

Zhuo Huan: "I ask you."

Turned around and looked at the man. He thought about this question for a long time when the other party asked him. Now, Fucheng thought for a while and said, "If you could say a few good things at the time, the two condoms might also be the same last night. It won’t be used up until now."

Zhuo Huan didn't even recover for a while.

Fucheng's ears were hot, and he turned around and went into the kitchen.

After a while, the man in pajamas walked into the kitchen, hugged the young man's waist from behind, while biting his ear, and asked: "You like me so much. If you just say a few words, you won't be angry, you are willing..."

With his heart beating vigorously in his chest, Fucheng slowly turned around and looked up at him: "If I don't like you, I can't be with a man."

Zhuo Huan laughed: "You really like women."

Fucheng lowered his eyes: "Hmm..."

Not to mention the past, he still feels that without Zhuo Huan, he would never have anything to do with a man.

"Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Look at me."

Fucheng raised his head, and in the next second, the man's lips sealed his breath.Surprised for a moment, then he closed his eyes, hugged the man's waist, and kissed back gently.

When I went to COMAC, Fucheng was changing shoes. Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Did you delete that woman's phone number."

Fucheng: "...who?"

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk."

When going downstairs, Fucheng reacted: "You said Su Qui?"

After a pause, Fucheng: "In fact, she is pretty good."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."

With a deafening roar, the black Ferrari rushed out of the underground garage and headed east.