Under the dim yellow light, Zhuo Huan left these words and walked towards the study. Only halfway through, he found that the young man hadn't followed. He turned around, with an unhappy expression on his face, and clicked his tongue lightly: "Fucheng?"
Ever since he received his father's call, Uncle Zhuo has turned on the mode of "stay away from strangers", and his body is filled with black low pressure visible to the naked eye. He was extremely impatient, he had to do a lot of calculations and inferences tonight, to prepare for tomorrow's test flight, and that scumbag Zhuo Jing did this kind of behavior with an IQ of 0. As a result, even Fucheng is not moving now
The handsome and handsome young man was wearing light-colored pajamas, which were the simplest and most family-style fabric long-sleeved pajamas and pajamas. It stands to reason that there was no sexy taste in his whole body. But Zhuohuan knew what kind of body this person was hiding under the loose pajamas, covered by lean muscles, with a slender but powerful body.
It's much more flavorful than that young man.
Fucheng leaned against the wall, looked up at him, his eyes were clear: "Should we shut him out like this?"
Zhuo Huan suddenly felt that he didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Fu Cheng raised his head slightly, looking at this person. There is a voice in my heart, I shouldn't ask or say that, but my own voice can be heard clearly in the ear canal: "The kid outside doesn't look like he's twenty years old. It's already one o'clock in the morning."
Zhuo Huan really suspected that he heard it wrong: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Fu Cheng said calmly: "Does he have a place to live? He should have been called by Mr. Zhuo temporarily, and Mr. Zhuo didn't need to open a room for him, because he was supposed to sleep with you."
Zhuo Huan understood and laughed angrily. He reached out and pinched Fu Cheng's chin: "You want me to open the door and let him in? Let him sleep in this room? Wow, then just sleep with me."
His chin was pressed tightly, and in the hotel room with constant temperature and humidity, a thin layer of sweat had already leaked from Fu Cheng's back leaning against the wall. His eyes were clear, he had the same black hair and black eyes as the outsider, and his tall and thin body was exactly the same. He thought that he had never worn such sexy and explicit clothes, but if he did, maybe it would have the same effect, maybe not as glamorous as that boy.
With his arms wrapped around his chest, Fu Cheng hid his trembling fingers inside his shoulder sockets.
It took only a few seconds for the four eyes to meet each other, but countless answers have already flashed in my mind.
Then he chooses—
Fucheng said lightly: "Didn't you say that you have to recite the data tonight, so you don't have time to go to bed?"
As if pleased, Zhuo Huan hummed lightly, and said lazily, "Yes."
Clenching his fingers into fists, under the dim light in the entrance, the young man heard himself laughing and added: "But if you want to, Mr. Zhuo, you can open the door and let that boy in."
The smile on the corner of his mouth froze for a moment, Zhuo Huan glanced at him coldly. He let go of the hand holding Fu Cheng's chin, and stood up straight. Looking at this face that is forever in the old well, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand, patted Fu Cheng's cheek, and said with a sneer, "If brother wants to fuck, he will fuck you first, how can he compare to you."
Fu Cheng pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Zhuo Huan glanced at him, and opened the door next to him in a hurry.
Outside the door, the Asian boy was actually still standing at the door. Suddenly the door opened, his eyes widened in surprise, and he was stunned: "Uh, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Don't let me say what my mother said a second time. Go find Zhuo Jing."
Say it once
The disgusting "Fuck" suddenly sounded in the Asian boy's mind, he shrugged clearly, turned and left.
The door slammed shut again.
As if the conversation just now had never happened, Zhuo Huan strode ahead with his hands in his pockets and entered the study. Fu Cheng looked at his back, was silent for a moment, and followed him.
In the quiet room, only the sound of keyboard tapping echoed smoothly.
Zhuohuan: "Go to bed first."
Fu Cheng raised his head from the computer.
Zhuo Huan didn't lift his head, and while typing on the keyboard, he said: "There is still a flight test tomorrow, you need to save your energy."
Fu Cheng: "I've only memorized half of it."
Zhuo Huan: "Recite the front half first."
Fu Cheng: "...?" What do you mean
Zhuo Huan pressed the "Enter" key vigorously, raised his head, smiled disdainfully and said, "If you want you to carry all these on your back, then what do you want me to do? Tsk, if I tell you to go to sleep, then go to sleep. Optimize it and memorize it as little as possible.”
After staring at him for a few seconds, Fu Cheng nodded: "Okay."
Fucheng walked to the bedroom, and after setting the alarm clock on his phone to five hours, he closed his eyes.
In the pitch-black environment, the excellent sound-insulating wall material prevents all the sounds from the study room that is separated by a wall from penetrating in. The curtains are too shading, even if you open your eyes, it is quiet darkness. With his face sunk deeply in this soft pillow, there was a faint and cool smell coming from his nose.
It is the verbena fragrance of Zhuohuan shampoo.
The body curled up slowly, Fu Cheng couldn't help it, and took a deep breath.
The heart that has always been heavy has gained a moment of peace. He had never fallen asleep so quickly, even before the plane crash five years ago, he had never fallen asleep so peacefully.
Fu Cheng fell into a deep sleep, he had a dream.
In the deepest part of the dream, he sank to the bottom of the sea and looked up at the sky. The sea water was pouring in from all directions, and he stretched out his hand with all his strength, trying to grab the only light on the top through layers of deep blue.
The air was gradually taken away, and the nasal cavity and ear canal were all filled with water.
He couldn't open his eyes, and the familiar and terrifying nausea in his body made him fall into despair more terrifying than suffocation.
Finally, the sea water filled the eye sockets, or maybe it was tears. He really couldn't open his eyes anymore. Suddenly, a gentle stream of water brushed past his eyeballs, and he slowly opened his eyes following the warm stream. Warm currents flowed slowly through his body, strength reappeared, he stretched out his hand, exhausted all his strength, and finally grabbed the gorgeous star at the top of the sky.
What followed was a fiery and tight kiss.
Meng had already woken up, and when this man pressed him on the bed and kissed his eyelids, Fucheng had already vaguely realized the truth. The lips rubbed tightly, licked and bit, Fu Cheng didn't open his eyes, he stretched out his hand and hugged the man's waist. He opened his teeth and kissed this person passionately and passionately.
Lips and tongues entangled with each other, Zhuo Huan kissed his lips vigorously, then moved upwards, kissed his cheek and nose.
Fu Cheng closed his eyes, feeling his delicate kiss.
Zhuo Huan kissed his thin eyelids, then licked away the cold tears from the corners of his eyes, hoarse, and asked him with a low smile: "What dream did you have? Did you cry?"
Suddenly regaining consciousness, Fu Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.
Just after waking up, and being kissed so passionately again, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, I forgot."
Zhuo Huan smiled and bit his earlobe: "Did you dream about me?"
Fu Cheng asked back: "Why did you cry in the dream?"
"Fuck you."
The heart trembled violently, and all the blood in the body was concentrated in the narrow ventricle. Heart pounding, beating fast. His expression was still so calm, but the roots of his ears covered by his hair instantly became congested and red. Fu Cheng started sideways, avoiding Zhuo Huan's gesture of kissing his earlobe, he looked at Zhuo Huan, and with a calm face, said incomparable words: "Then you come and cry me."
Startled suddenly, Zhuo Huan propped his hands on both sides of the pillow, looking at the young man below him.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Fuck, die, you."
Without any hesitation, Zhuo Huan reached out and took out a whole box of condoms from the drawer beside the bed. The moment they were completely combined, both of them sighed in satisfaction. They hadn't slept together since arriving in Los Angeles, since the day they got on the plane. At first, I was a little unaccustomed to it, but soon, my body, which is known for food and taste, surpassed reason and became crazy.
After using up three condoms, although Fucheng didn't cry, he was fucked to the point where he couldn't cry out. He never likes to make noise when going to bed, this is everyone's habit, Zhuo Huan never force it. Only when he couldn't suppress it and his spirit was overwhelmed by the pleasure, he would yell out once or twice, which was a rare pleasure.
However, this time, Fucheng was so enthusiastic and active for the first time. He's never been warm, in bed. It's just that he wasn't so enthusiastic. He took the initiative to hug him and changed four positions, with intermittent gasps overflowing from his throat.
Throwing away the third set, Zhuo Huan fiddled with Fu Cheng's earlobe and told him, "It's eight o'clock."
Fu Cheng: "...huh?"
The voice was extremely sexy, yet lazy, Zhuo Huan cursed "fuck" in a low voice, and asked sternly, "What are you doing?"
Eyelashes were wet with sweat, Fu Cheng opened his eyes to look at him, and asked in confusion, "What?"
A certain man whom the villain sued first: "..."
What a fucking fuck!
At ten o'clock, Mai Fei's car was coming to pick him up, and there were still two hours left, even if he went to memorize the data again, Fucheng thought, it would definitely be too late. But he greatly underestimated Zhuo Huan.
Never measure genius by your brain.
And never use your world to speculate on Zhuo Huan.
Things like going to bed will not affect Fucheng's normal actions. After waking up, he changed his clothes by himself. After fastening the button of the pajamas to the top to cover the hickey, he moved freely, as if he hadn't exercised in bed for more than two hours at all.
So don't worry about your body, the only thing you need to worry about is whether you can memorize those data.
As a result, Zhuo Huan was smoking, and when he printed out the data from the study, there was only one A4 paper left.
Fucheng was a little taken aback.
Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette holder and said casually: "Remember."
His tone was commanding, and he didn't doubt that Fu Cheng could memorize so many complicated numbers and formulas in half an hour.
Fu Cheng: "Okay."
After returning to the room and changing clothes, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan went downstairs together.
In the hotel lobby, Lina was waiting alone. Seeing them going downstairs together, Lina didn't think there was anything wrong, she didn't even look at Fucheng's tightly buttoned shirt button, and directly handed Zhuohuan a car key: "When Uncle Patrick went out this morning, I I met him on the first floor. He originally wanted to hand over the car keys to the front desk and asked the front desk to give it to you, but I happened to be there, so I handed it over."
Zhuohuan glanced at the key with the Pagani logo printed on it, and said with a mocking smile, "Wow, what do you mean?"
Lina spread her hands helplessly: "Your thirtieth birthday present, Uncle Patrick said. He said, maybe you didn't like yesterday's surprise, but you must like this one, don't throw it away, after all, it can sell for more than ten million dollars .”
Zhuo Huan sneered and accepted the key.
Lina: "You really should take it, the car is parked in the basement parking lot of the hotel. Reid, this is the last day I will arrange a car for you. Starting tomorrow, I will go to the Pacific Ocean for a vacation. You promised, Mai Fei pays the bill. So, starting tomorrow, until the end of this mission, drive to Mai Fei by yourself."