The underwater restaurant is one of the most famous attractions of the Burj Al Arab.
At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone returned to the hotel by car and came to the hotel lobby. After waiting for about five minutes, I took the submarine and arrived at the underwater restaurant.
A giant seawater tank like an aquarium stands in the center of the restaurant, and all the dining seats surround this cylindrical seawater tank. The GCAA investigators, who apparently frequent the undersea restaurant, didn't seem too curious. They very familiarly introduced the delicious meals of this season to the five members of UAAG.
Su Fei was surprised and said: "Although we came here a few times last month when we were not so busy, it seems that we didn't order what you mentioned."
"Sea bass with zucchini, trust me, it's delicious," Meha laughed.
Normally, in foreign countries, dinner is called "dinner". Unlike Huaguo, this is the most important meal for Westerners.
The dinner at the underwater restaurant of the Burj Al Arab does not have a buffet, it is all ordered. However, Maiha didn't know what he did, and even booked the entire underwater restaurant, and made the finished meals into a buffet, which he could eat at will.
Lina asked, "How much does it cost to rent an underwater restaurant?"
Maiha: "Actually, there are not many." He stretched out his hand and compared a number.
Lina was surprised for a moment, then smiled: "Less than I thought."
Su Fei who heard their conversation from the side: "..."
Su Fei poked Fu Cheng's arm: "Listen, are they speaking human language?"
Fucheng is sending messages to Lovins. Zhuo Huan arranged for him to write this air accident investigation report, and he needed some information from the NTSB.
Fucheng thought for a while: "Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."
Su Fei: "..."
Even you, Fucheng, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have betrayed you! ! !
There are only five investigators in UAAG, but there are quite a few investigators in GCAA, about thirty or forty.
After everyone arrived in the submarine, the reception began.
This reception was a little more relaxed than the one held at NTSB in Boston. There are not so many contacts in business entertainment, not just for socializing. Su Fei happily carried the plate and looked for delicious food everywhere; Old Joseph kept sending photos, and then sent them to Lovins: [So you didn't come back, look, this is a Provence grilled lamb chop.]
[Lovins:...]
Fucheng didn't dine with everyone, he sat in the corner of the restaurant, looking down at his phone. After receiving the email from Lovins, he read it carefully, as if he remembered that he was here for dinner, got up and took the plate, picked up a few slices of roast meat that could not be identified as lamb or beef, and went back to into the corner.
"Watching you eat always makes people feel that it is not delicious at all."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head to look at the lady sitting opposite him: "Is there any?"
Lina smiled: "Yes, V. You seem to be just eating. When you eat a sandwich, you have the same expression and gestures, and you eat goulash, and it's still the same. V, don't you think that when you enjoy food, you should be more Piety, show respect for it."
Fucheng poked a piece of beef with a fork, chewed it, and nodded: "It's quite delicious."
Lina smiled and said nothing, she stood up: "I see you took the braised giant river prawns, it goes well with white wine. Shall I get you a glass?"
Fu Cheng raised his head and smiled, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Lina blinked, "But you are not the only one who doesn't know how to appreciate food."
Fu Cheng: "Who else?"
Lina pointed with her chin not far away.
Fu Cheng followed his gaze, and saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the table next to the sea water tank, leaning back against the back of the chair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the things on the table expressionlessly, then poked a piece of cake with a small fork and put it in his mouth. If you take a closer look, you will find that all the desserts on his table are only a few staple foods.
Lina imitated Zhuo Huan's tone, and said with a straight face: "Delicious food makes people happy? Oh, why not just eat sweets. Sugar directly stimulates the brain to secrete dopamine, wow, it's really happy." Lina laughed: "Which winery's white wine do you like?"
Fu Cheng: "It's all fine."
Fucheng lowered his head to deal with the mail, while holding a fork, casually ate what was on the plate.
With a "click", a tall glass was placed on the table in front of him. Fu Cheng didn't raise his head: "Thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome."
After a slight pause, Fu Cheng raised his head. After a while, he said, "Why don't you go get something to eat, Mr. Zhuo."
Under the dim light, Zhuo Huan leaned against the back of the chair, looking slightly sideways at Fu Cheng. His pupils are light-colored, because he is a quarter of a mixed race, and a faint light green can be seen from a special angle. However, in this corner that is not illuminated by the light, the long hair falls in front of the eyes, and the eyes seem to be soaked in a deep color.
"Writing an investigative report?"
Fu Cheng was silent: "Well, prepare some materials in advance."
Zhuo Huan smiled meaningfully: "Want to help?"
Fu Cheng: "No need."
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily.
The dark-haired young man looked calm and unchanged.
Not far away, Su Fei saw them sitting here, shouted Fu Cheng's name loudly, and then dragged Old Joseph over with a plate. Su Fei: "Fucheng, sit inside."
Fucheng took a seat inside.
Before Old Joseph could speak, Zhuo Huan got up and moved a seat inside.
Su Fei: "I'll take a look at what you all took. Hey, you didn't take this lamb chop. It's delicious, Fucheng, try it."
Zhuohuan's lazy voice sounded: "Won't you let me taste it?"
The punk boy gave an exaggerated "hehe" and curled his lips: "Okay, you can try it too."
There was no extra tableware on the table. When Su Fei and Old Joseph came, they brought their own knives and forks. Zhuo Huan came here empty-handed. He stretched out his hand and took a fork directly in front of Fu Cheng.
There were seven or eight forks in front of Fucheng, but he only took the one that Fucheng used.
Fu Cheng quietly watched him take the fork away from his eyes.
After forking a piece of lamb chops, Zhuo Huan tasted it, and sneered: "It's so-so."
Su Fei: "..."
"Just tell me, what is unusual in your eyes, RIP! If it doesn't taste good, just spit it out!"
Zhuo Huan didn't even bother to talk to him. He forked the food on Fucheng's plate, and began to eat calmly.
Slowly, old Joseph and Su Fei chatted about the big squid they saw in the sea tank just now.
After Fucheng returned the message to Lovins, he put down his phone and turned to look at Su Fei: "The big squid of seven or eight meters is the king squid?"
Old Joseph looked at him in surprise: "Fu, I don't see that you understand well."
Fucheng laughed: "I saw it a long time ago. By the way, Mr. Zhuo, do you know anything about marine life?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Fu Cheng to talk to him suddenly. He smiled casually, and was about to speak, when suddenly, his voice stopped. After a few seconds, Zhuo Huan raised the corner of his lips: "Understood, what do you like."
Fu Cheng looked at him and smiled softly. Under the dark dining table, in the place covered by the tablecloth, no one knew that his feet were gently hooking Zhuo Huan's legs. At the dining table, he thought for a while, looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "What does Mr. Zhuo think I like?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadfastly, opened his lips, and said four words with a low smile.
Su Fei picked his ears: "RIP, why didn't I hear what you said?"
Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, you'll know after I've said it."
Su Fei: "You didn't say how you know I know!"
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, man-of-war jellyfish, do you know?"
Su Fei: "..."
After finding the picture of the man-of-war jellyfish on his mobile phone, the punk boy snorted disdainfully: "Isn't it just a jellyfish, of course I know. RIP, are you a bit of an unprofessional person? Why do you care about marine life? Oh right , I heard that you big capitalists donate money to public welfare every year, such as protecting the ocean or something. Have you donated yet?"
In the soft and gentle music, the punk boy's voice gradually turned into monotonous and repetitive white noise. Zhuohuan crossed his arms and looked at Su Fei contemptuously. This contemptuous expression successfully aroused Su Fei's anger. Fucheng lowered his head to eat the beef, his expression seemed to be purely eating, but under the table, he gently hooked Zhuohuan's leg.
Old Joseph sat close to Zhuo Huan. Although he didn't understand the four words Zhuo Huan just said, he touched his chin and muttered: "It's really a man-of-war jellyfish? Could it be that my Chinese is not good enough? Why? It doesn't feel like it."
Fu Cheng's hand holding the knife and fork paused for a moment.
…
After dinner, everyone took the submarine together and returned to the hotel.
The GCAA investigators, of course, did not live in the hotel, and only the five of UAAG entered the elevator together. After pressing the floors, Su Fei was still talking to old Joseph about the giant squid he saw in the underwater restaurant.
"The waiter in the restaurant said that there is no king squid in their sea tank. How is it possible, old Joseph, you and I have seen it. It's so big, can it be a king squid?"
Old Joseph spread his hands: "I also think it's the king squid."
"right!"
When they reached the floor, Old Joseph and Su Fei got off the elevator first.
Next is Lina.
The beautiful blonde stood outside the elevator and said with a smile, "See you tomorrow, Reid, V."
Fu Cheng: "See you tomorrow."
Zhuohuan leaned on the handrail of the elevator, nodded to Lina: "Yeah."
The elevator door slowly closed, and the originally noisy space suddenly became quiet.
Fu Cheng didn't speak, Zhuo Huan leaned on the railing and didn't speak.
After a long time, with a ding, the elevator door opened.
Fu Cheng walked out of the elevator first, and soon, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, followed behind him, and walked out too.
Walking to the door of his room, Fu Cheng took out his room card and opened the door. With a crisp sound, the door opened, but Fu Cheng's hand was on the doorknob, and he didn't push it open. He turned around: "Mr. Zhuo, aren't you going back to your room?"
Zhuo Huan stood behind him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes: "Fu Cheng, what do you like?"
The exact same question was told to him by this man in the undersea restaurant an hour ago.
Pursing his lips slightly, Fucheng replied calmly: "Actually, I don't like man-of-war jellyfish, I like dolphins."
Zhuo Huan showed a surprised expression: "Wow, you are talking about the dolphin that is in heat every day, except for humans, the only dolphin that has sex every day, not for the purpose of reproduction, but simply because it likes to have sex?"
Fucheng: "..."
Fucheng said expressionlessly: "I'm going back to my room, Mr. Zhuo."
"Fucheng."
When he uttered these two words in a lingering and ambiguous voice, it was obvious that he should be very dissatisfied with this person, but Fu Cheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at him. The next second, Zhuo Huan leaned forward abruptly. Fucheng froze. The man leaned close to his ear, breathing warm breath on the earlobe, and he whispered—
"What do you like… "
"Do you like me."
The world was suddenly quiet.
Back in the room, the door closed behind him. Fu Cheng leaned against the door panel and stood quietly for a long time. He took a deep breath and finally walked towards the bedroom. First take out the notebook from the suitcase, and organize the emails from Lovins into the document software on the computer. Then, he took a pajamas and went into the bathroom.
After a while, there was the sound of splashing water in the room.
When the hair was dried, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the sink was on.
Fu Cheng picked it up and took a look, his gaze paused for a while on the word "Zhuo Huan", before he clicked on the message.
[Zhuo Huan: [picture]]
Fucheng frowned.
The photo on the phone screen is the doorknob of the hotel room.
What is he making this for
[Fucheng:?]
[Zhuo Huan: Can't get in.]
...
[Zhuo Huan: Oh, both of my room cards are with you.]
After a long silence, Fucheng sent a message.
[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo, I remember that the door is locked with a code, you can enter the code to get in.]
[Zhuo Huan: I can't remember the password.]
Fucheng: "..."
[Zhuo Huan: It's been half an hour, you just replied to my message, what did you do.]
Fucheng didn't answer.
[Zhuo Huan: Why don't you come and open the door for me?]
Three minutes later, Fu Cheng took two room cards and walked to the end of the corridor.
Beside the hotel's warm-colored wall, Zhuo Huan leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, watching him approach step by step.
Fucheng calmly took out two room cards from his pajamas pocket, and swiped the door lock. He handed both room cards to Zhuo Huan: "You can contact the front desk and ask them to open the door for you."
"Have you taken a shower?"
Fu Cheng: "...um."
"Coincidentally, I also washed it."
Fu Cheng nodded, and the next moment, he suddenly realized, raised his head, and opened his eyes wide in astonishment: "Didn't you stay at the door and never go in..."
His wrist was suddenly pulled, Zhuo Huan pressed the doorknob with one hand, and grabbed Fu Cheng's wrist with the other hand, pulling him into the door. The two room cards fell on the carpet in the entrance hallway and sank in silently.
After entering the room, Fu Cheng's eyes turned dizzy. Everything happened too quickly, and he was pressed against the door panel by his wrist. As soon as he raised his head, there was a kiss with a faint smell of tobacco. Zhuo Huan also just took a shower, the shampoo smelled like verbena, but his mouth smelled of bitter smoke.
He held Fu Cheng's wrist with one hand, and held his cheek with the other, kissing him gently and wildly.
The biting and sucking of the lips and tongue made the breathing tightly entangled, Fu Cheng gradually softened his body, leaning his back against the door panel, he held Zhuo Huan's waist with both hands, and kissed back.
Bowing his head to kiss this person, Zhuo Huan's hand naturally landed on the button of the pajamas. He undid the buttons one by one.
Kiss from soft lips, slowly move to eyelids, eyelashes, bridge of nose...
Unbuttoning the last button, it seemed that the pajamas should be taken off like this, but Fucheng held his hand.
His deep eyes quietly stared at the young man in front of him, while Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng without saying a word. He didn't speak, but the strong oppressive feeling that couldn't be ignored made Fucheng's hot lips gradually dry. He pulled his throat and said in a low voice: "Don't."
Zhuohuan looked at him silently.
He didn't move, just hugged Fucheng like this, looking at him silently.
For a long time, with a calm voice and suppressed desire, he said with a half-smile: "Nine months, Fucheng, you let me guard you for nine months..."
Fu Cheng was silent: "I haven't."
Zhuohuan raised his chin, forcing him to look at him: "You like me."
Fucheng didn't speak.
"You like me very much."
"You want to be with me."
"You can't live without me..."
Fu Cheng suddenly said: "I don't understand you, what are you thinking, Zhuo Huan."
His expression froze for a moment, and the next moment, Zhuo Huan smiled.
"You really don't understand!"
Fu Cheng pursed his lips tightly, he felt his whole body was burning hot. A voice yelled frantically in his heart, it was time to turn around and leave. You should open the door behind you, you should get out of here. However, he couldn't move.
Then, Zhuo Huan leaned forward, he bit Fu Cheng's earlobe.
"I like you..."
In an instant, all reason and thoughts collapsed.
Fu Cheng stared blankly at the man in front of him.
Zhuo Huan kissed his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his lips.
Fucheng couldn't hold back, and kissed back. Then, it got out of hand.
They kissed frantically, and their passion was like a prairie fire, burning everything blazingly.
As it was designed to do, the pajamas were taken off and thrown on the floor. As early as the first day of staying in the sailing hotel, Fucheng discovered that its condoms were different from other hotels. They were not placed in the bedside cabinet in the bedroom, but in the cabinet next to the safe.
However, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and took out the condom directly from the bedside table.
The mirror on the bedroom ceiling reflects mottled colors. There was a dim bedside lamp in the room, and the light and shadow gradually overlapped. Tear off the plastic wrap and that's just the last step. Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed the young man in front of him. The kiss was lingering and romantic, with tongues licking and biting each other.
But at that moment, Fu Cheng was suddenly frightened, he turned away his face and avoided Zhuo Huan's kiss.
But he just avoided the kiss and didn't do anything else.
Zhuo Huan was taken aback, and looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes, and the shadows on the wall completely blended together.
Only low gasps.
When the pain was no longer so clear, Fu Cheng shouted hoarsely: "Zhuo Huan..."
"Um?"
Fucheng closed his mouth and stopped talking, except for the uncontrollable single-byte voice flowing from his lips.
nothing.
He just suddenly discovered...
He really likes this man.
…
Any kind of exercise, no matter where it is played, as long as it lasts for fifty minutes without stopping, will be quite exhausting.
The light at the head of the bed was dimly shining, Zhuo Huan was leaning on the bed board, he had a cigarette in his mouth, the lighter clicked and lit.
Just halfway through, the phone rang and someone sent a message. Now that it was done, Zhuo Huan replied to the message while hanging his head and smoking a cigarette while holding his mobile phone. There was a strong color in his clear eyes, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings.
Fucheng also gradually regained his composure. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt unreal. The bend of his right leg was still a little hot, Fucheng thought inexplicably, was it because he was being carried for a long time
He pursed his lips.
"Is there still smoke?"
A hoarse and sexy voice came from the side, Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look.
I saw that Fucheng was leaning against the bed with a calm expression, and he had already sat up straight.
Zhuo Huan smiled: "It's gone."
Fu Cheng frowned, looking at him suspiciously.
Zhuo Huan leaned over and kissed his lips, then put the cigarette between Fu Cheng's mouth.
Fu Cheng took a breath of smoke in a daze.
"Hello, Fucheng."
Fu Cheng turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan.
On the young man's handsome and beautiful face, apart from the never-changing calmness and indifference, because of his sudden movement just now, there was also a rare daze. A little childish, but extremely beautiful.
For some reason, Zhuo Huan suddenly felt calm.
A peace and trance like never before.
He put down the phone.
Fu Cheng: "Teacher Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan lowered his head and placed a kiss on the young man's lips. It was a very light kiss, Fu Cheng didn't feel any different from before, he frowned slightly.
Zhuohuan looked at him with a smile, and clicked his tongue: "Do you call the person who has slept with you a teacher?"
Fucheng was stunned.
"Fucheng, teacher-student love, you are very good at it."
"..."
For a long time, in the quiet room, the youthful voice sounded softly.
"Zhuohuan."
Zhuo Huan was stunned suddenly.
After a while, he pinched Fu Cheng's chin, and the words came out from between his teeth: "You are really fucking seductive!" Then he lifted the quilt, walked into the bathroom, and started to take a cold shower.
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Who can not be greedy for Fucheng's body? I asked, who can? !
Fu Chengcheng: Let me say in advance, happy birthday, Mr. Zhuo.