The morning sun penetrated the window of the living room, illuminating the man's naked upper body.
Zhuo Huan crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, looking at old Joseph with a half-smile.
Old Joseph suddenly felt more at a loss and bewilderment than ever before. He stood there, and after a long time, he could only laugh a few times: "Well, since Fu is sleeping, don't disturb him. We used to go out for morning jogs together every day. I often run to UAAG. I have been on vacation for the past few days, and yesterday I thought about jet lag and everyone taking a day off, so I called him today."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him and said, "Where is Su Fei?"
Old Joseph was surprised. He thought inexplicably: Reid actually knew that it was the three of them running together every morning? I've never seen him care before.
Old Joseph: "Fly didn't want to get up today, so I just came and called for a run together." After finishing speaking, he asked casually, as if nothing had happened: "It's just that I really didn't expect that I would be here Saw you. Reid, what the hell are you doing here?"
Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his lips: "Live here."
Old Joseph also laughed with him: "Why do you live in Fu's house?"
"Oh, the penthouse was sold, and I have no place to live, so I live here."
"Is it to get Rogge 318?" Old Joseph asked in surprise, he thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you live in the UAAG dormitory with us. There is an apartment on the floor where Su Fei and I are located."
Zhuo Huan: "Too young, I won't go."
Old Joseph: "Hey, Reid, 100 square meters for one person is too small for you?" Looking at Zhuo Huan's disgusted eyes, before Uncle Zhuo could sneer, Old Joseph nodded to himself: "Okay, okay, with you The 700-square-meter mansion is indeed a bit smaller.” But it’s bigger than you and Fucheng living in a 150-square-meter house, right
Old Joseph didn't say the latter words.
Zhuo Huan stood by the door, apparently not intending to invite him in for a sit down. But that wasn't to say that he didn't welcome old Joseph at all. If old Joseph really said that he wanted to enter the house, he would definitely let him go.
But old Joseph didn't.
The little American old man smiled and said, "Then I won't disturb your rest. By the way, have you had breakfast yet?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "No."
Old Joseph: "There is a breakfast shop opposite this neighborhood, which sells breakfast with Huaguo characteristics. I think the taste is very good. I recommend it to you."
"Are you going to buy me breakfast?"
"… what?"
"Thank you, two copies, and one in Fucheng."
"..."
Half an hour later, the biological clock preceded the spiritual consciousness, Fucheng woke up in a daze, rubbing his sore head.
The bed next to him was empty, and the quilt was cold, with no extra warmth. This is no different from the past twenty years or so. There shouldn't be anyone else on his bed, but Fu Cheng stared fixedly at the pillow next to him, his eyes gradually becoming clearer. After a while, he really woke up.
Get up and put on your pajamas.
There was some soreness in the waist, and a slight discomfort in a certain part, so the action of putting on clothes slowed down.
When he put on the slippers and stepped on the ground, Fu Cheng's legs softened, but he still stood firm. He opened the door, and as soon as he went out, he smelled the aroma of food. He froze in place, walked to the restaurant, saw Zhuo Huan sitting at the dining table, drinking soymilk with one hand, and rested his other hand on the laptop keyboard.
Fu Cheng walked to the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down. He opened the packing bag, took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and asked, "The stuffed bun across from the neighborhood? Did you buy it when you went out?"
Zhuo Huan looked up at him, then looked down at the computer screen, and said in a rambling voice, "Old Joseph bought it."
Fu Cheng nodded, biting the bun: "Oh."
A few seconds passed.
Fucheng: "..."
The handsome and beautiful young man raised his head and looked straight at the man opposite him. Fucheng put down the bun in his hand, and the hand that was about to get the soy milk also stopped. He stared at Zhuo Huan for a long time, and asked, "Why did old Joseph come here?"
Sensing the sudden change in the tone of the young man, Zhuo Huan stopped looking at the computer, he raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, and raised his mouth: "Why did you come? I came to find you to go for a run together."
It was only then that Fu Cheng vaguely remembered that the doorbell had indeed rang when he was asleep.
There was a long silence, and no one spoke.
Fu Cheng asked: "...you opened the door for him?"
Zhuohuan raised his eyebrows: "Or is it you?"
Fu Cheng: "Did he say anything?"
Zhuo Huan: "Is it okay to buy us breakfast kindly?"
The word "we" made Fu Cheng silent, he pursed his lips, and asked again: "Did he ask you, why are you at my house... How did you answer?"
Zhuo Huan smiled, looked at him with one hand and only his chin: "Answer truthfully."
"...?"
"I have no place to live, so I live here with you."
Holding the glass of soy milk tightly with his fingers, Fucheng closed his eyes, his lips moved, trying to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
In the quiet restaurant, a man's hoarse voice sounded, and the ending sounded slightly raised: "But I poured the soy milk for you."
Fu Cheng stared blankly at the man in front of him.
"It came out of the bag." Zhuo Huan said flatly, "So, you have to drink it up."
Fucheng: "..."
It was a quiet breakfast, Fucheng quietly ate buns and drank soy milk, Zhuo Huan took a sip of soy milk and put it aside. He looked at the computer screen calmly, tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and made a "tsk" sound from time to time to express his displeasure, and more often, he frowned tightly.
After Fucheng finished his breakfast, he silently put away the plates and cups, and went to the kitchen to rinse. After putting all the tableware into the dishwasher, Fu Cheng turned around and saw Zhuo Huan leaning against the door at some point, looking at him silently.
His heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and Fu Cheng walked up indifferently. When he walked to the man's side, Zhuo Huan chuckled lightly: "What are you worried about?"
Fu Cheng: "No."
Zhuo Huan: "I didn't let him see it."
Fucheng looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan raised his chin: "I saw the scratches you made with your nails on my back."
Fucheng broke away from his hand and looked at him indifferently: "You are so boring, Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan smiled, he leaned close to Fu Cheng's ear, and said softly into his ear: "That's not what you said last night..."
Feather-like low-heat breath passed through the sensitive ear canal, Fucheng's lips parted, and his ears felt a little hot. He looked up at Zhuo Huan, staring intently, after a while, he asked in a calm voice: "Do you want to kiss?"
The next moment, the man leaned forward and kissed her.
I have never had such a passionate feeling. When I am with this person, I just want to kiss him, hug him, take off his clothes, and listen to his suppressed and unbearable panting.
But this time, perhaps because it was only done twice last night, Zhuo Huan kissed enough, and patted Fu Cheng's lower back. "Fuck you again tonight."
Fucheng's voice was sexy and breathy: "What were you up to just now?"
"Rogue 318."
Fucheng raised his head.
A month ago, a salvage company discovered a left-wing wreckage of Rogge 318 near Olde Harbor, Alaska. Then, Zhuo Huan, Professor Robert, Professor Gal and others began to conduct a detailed flow analysis of the wreckage. It's a pity that Professor Robert's supercomputing laboratory was requisitioned by the U.S. government, and it was not until the end of last month that he made time to conduct formal calculations on the data calculated by everyone.
Once and twice, it took a lot of time.
Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa, with the laptop resting on his slender legs, frowning tightly, typing in the codes. Fucheng helped him organize the data and perform simple physical calculations. This is the last chance. Because it took half a month for the supercomputer to calculate the data they wanted, but during this half month, the ocean and meteorology did not stagnate.
It is absolutely impossible for the area they originally calculated to remain unchanged. Hurry up and continue to calculate a new range based on the data calculated by the supercomputer. They may still hope to find that plane.
It was late at night, and the lights in the living room were still on.
Fu Cheng went to the kitchen to pour two cups of coffee, and when he came back, he saw Zhuo Huan lighting a cigarette and smoking it irritably. Looking up and seeing Fu Cheng coming with coffee, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand: "Come here."
Fu Cheng walked over and put the coffee on the coffee table.
Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand, pressed down on the back of his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
In the boundless night, in the quiet room, Fucheng heard his heart beating in his chest.
Zhuo Huan just kissed softly, but he suddenly closed his eyes and heatedly deepened the kiss. He licked the man's jaw, surprised for a moment, Zhuo Huan clasped the back of his head tightly, inserted his tongue into the young man's mouth, and sucked his lips recklessly, with such force that he almost wanted to rub him into the bone marrow.
The sound of panting and water licking echoed in the living room for a long time.
Zhuo Huan ended the kiss first, pinched Fu Cheng's cheek, and said with a hoarse laugh: "Don't seduce anyone, go to sleep."
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "En."
…
Zhuo Huan stayed up all night.
Then it was another busy week.
Because Uncle Zhuo took the lead in asking for leave, Lina gave the entire UAAG a long vacation.
On Monday, the long holiday finally came to an end.
UAAG headquarters.
Su Fei and Old Joseph were chatting while sorting out the files of the unresolved air crash. Fucheng received an email from the GCAA. Regarding the investigation report on the Emirates 411 crash he wrote earlier, Maiha still has a few things to confirm with him.
Uncle Zhuo was as usual, lying on the sofa, covering his face with a newspaper, and sleeping with his eyes closed.
Su Fei suddenly said: "Hey, why did Lina disappear all of a sudden?"
Fu Cheng raised his head from behind the computer screen, looked around, and was quite surprised: "I seem to have seen her just now?"
Old Joseph thought about it: "It seems like five minutes ago, she answered the phone and went out? Huh? Hasn't she come back yet?"
Just as he was talking, he heard a crisp "ding" from the elevator outside the door.
Soon, the sound of women's high-heeled shoes stepping on the marble floor sounded together with Lina's unique smiling voice. She spoke French, and the three people in Fucheng didn't understand at all, only Zhuo Huan suddenly tore off the newspaper from his face, looked in the direction of the gate, and said "ha" impatiently.
The next moment, Lina covered her lips and smiled softly, and walked into the door first. Behind her was a tall and burly figure. Wearing an expensive and meticulous custom-made suit, his white hair was meticulously styled with hairspray, his back was straight, and he just stood there casually, giving him an air of natural elegance.
Sir Romain Comte had just walked through the gates of UAAG headquarters when he stopped.
He looked at the exquisite marble miniature fountain at the door, and exclaimed: "Lina, this must be your design. This gorgeous and elegant mountain flower relief, noble and elegant hollow stone carving... My baby, you are always so versatile , why not make a pool like this in our living room?"
Lina smiled and said, "Dad, since you like it, I'll make one in the living room too."
Zhuo Huan sat up and asked in English, "Why did you come here suddenly?"
Roman and Lina looked at them now.
Roman bent slightly, performed a gentlemanly salute, and said in English: "It just so happened that I came to Shencheng for business, so I came to see you. Reid, long time no see." Then he looked at the three people in Fucheng, and called out gently one by one. Their names: "And Volt, old Joseph, and Sue."