The day Lang Feng returned to Beijing was a Tuesday. Zhou Qichen was in a good mood and even went to Lang Feng's long-term parking lot under Yueguo Building to pick up his car and go to the airport to pick him up in person.
On the night before leaving, Lang Feng specially made an additional binding authentication between his Tesla and Zhou Qichen's mobile phone, which is equivalent to an electronic car key.
"Let's do it now. In case we need to move the car in the future, I'll need your help. The hotel seems to clean the garage every few months and ask all car owners to move their cars when the time comes." Lang Feng explained while taking Zhou Qichen's phone to download the Tesla APP to help him log in and authenticate.
He said it very seriously, but Zhou Qichen took it as a high-sounding excuse. Whether his mobile phone was bound to Lang Feng's Tesla or others were bound to Lang Feng, it was the same thing inside and out.
"Well, go ahead," Zhou Qichen said, "from now on, you are not allowed to unbind me without my consent."
After Lang Feng finished the APP, he looked up at Zhou Qichen with a pair of smiling eyes, and he understood what he was laughing at.
Lang Feng also smiled: "You can untie it anytime."
Zhou Qichen said: "Nonsense. We are 1v1 bound and will not unbind."
Lang Feng looked at the ceiling, then at the screen of his phone, then said jokingly with a straight face: "Tesla can bind 19 mobile phones..."
Zhou Qichen didn't let him finish his words. He pushed Lang Feng against the cabinet in the entrance and kissed him fiercely and willfully. Lang Feng was still worried that his wound had not healed completely, so he reached out and hugged his shoulders. "Slow down," Lang Feng said in a gentle tone, "I'm not flying, I'm not in a hurry to leave."
Now, Zhou Qichen sat in Lang Feng's dark blue Tesla, his mind full of the warmth of the kiss they exchanged before leaving. Lang Feng's car was rented by a platform he found for a long term. He didn't drive it often, so it was still very new, with the smell of leather. In fact, Zhou Qichen himself was not a person with a lot of material desires. He only bought a few pieces of clothes and always drove a second-hand car. But he also loved the house and the dog. Originally, he only liked the wild and high-chassis SUVs. He could buy a Jeep if he had money, but not an Outback if he didn't. But after seeing it many times, he actually fell in love with Lang Feng's electric car.
Lang Feng flew here from Amsterdam. Zhou Qichen received his message after checking in. He was the main pilot for the second half of today's flight.
This time, Zhou Qichen hosted him and took him to a Japanese restaurant, a place he liked, with dim lighting and an intimate atmosphere. Curtains were drawn around each table, providing good privacy. Lang Feng flew here on a mission, wearing a full-body pilot uniform, so when he was about to get off the car, he asked Zhou Qichen to wait a moment, saying that a date should be presented as a date, and he wanted to go to the back seat to change out of his uniform.
Zhou Qichen was leaning on the driver's seat. He couldn't turn his head to look. He could only glimpse Lang Feng's figure in the rearview mirror. He took off his uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the vest inside. Lang Feng usually wore a loose white short T-shirt under his uniform shirt, but today he didn't know what he remembered and wore a tank top, which was very sexy with the muscle lines of his shoulders and chest. He had fair skin, and he had no chance to get a tan in the years he lived in high latitudes. This was so hot that it almost blinded Zhou Qichen's eyes.