Next to the airport, ambulances and fire engines are already ready.
Huge aviation tires violently rubbed against the ground, splashing dazzling white sparks. As if in a fierce competition with the god of death, this huge aircraft taxied quickly on the runway. If you look closely, you can find that its nose is always shaking from side to side.
Everyone's heart was in their throats.
Ambulances and fire engines followed the plane at full speed. The people in the control tower also went downstairs and came to the runway by car.
However, no one knows that at this moment, when everyone in the world is rushing to this dangerous battlefield with sweaty palms, the young man in the center of the battlefield is sitting on the driver's seat trembling crazily, with his left hand holding Steering the rudder, holding the joystick with his right hand, looking straight ahead, with a calm and calm expression.
The whole plane was shaking, and the whole cockpit was shaking too, but he sat firmly, pulled the rudder firmly, and calmly pushed the accelerator in reverse as in any normal landing.
Finally, the front tires burst after a long period of friction. The entire plane lost control in an instant and turned wildly to the right. But Fucheng frowned slightly, without changing his face, and then, with the momentum of trying to turn the tide, pulled the direction of the entire plane.
"Om—"
The behemoth finally slid onto the lawn on the right side of the runway, and stopped in a violent up and down bump.
Fire trucks immediately began spraying foam on the flaming undercarriage. The ambulance followed.
Fu Cheng sat in the driver's seat. He didn't unbuckle his seat belt, but followed the rules and procedures in an orderly manner, turning off the switches of each component of the aircraft one by one. Finally, close the throttle.
Unbuckle your seat belt, open the cockpit door, and get out of the plane.
At the moment when he saw the sun again, the dazzling sunshine of early summer in Los Angeles made Fucheng squint his eyes involuntarily. In a daze, he saw a person pushing through the crowd and walking over.
Zhuo Huan grabbed him and looked up and down: "Is there any injury?"
Fu Cheng moved his hands and feet, rolled up his sleeves: "I bumped into a little bit when I finally landed."
I saw a large area of bloodstains from friction on the thin wrist. Along the scratched bloody skin, along the elbow, there is a dazzling bruise. The sudden and violent impact caused the blood to accumulate under the epidermis. The injury was not serious, but against the background of the fair skin, it suddenly had a shocking meaning.
With an indescribable and unknown feeling, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at the calm young man in front of him, and couldn't help but say, "Can you give me some fucking special reaction?"
Fu Cheng was stunned: "...?" He didn't quite understand what kind of special reaction this required.
Before getting off the plane, he didn't realize that he was injured at all. It wasn't until Zhuo Huan said that he felt the tingling pain on his arm. This injury is really not serious. Compared with some of his previous training in the military, it seems to be tickling.
Zhuo Huan didn't bother to scold this person anymore, he pulled Fu Cheng to the front of the ambulance, and said to the doctor: "Help him treat the wound."
It only took five minutes to treat the wound.
All of Mai Fei's staff gathered around the scrapped landing gear, conducting data collection and research again. Fu Cheng shook his gauze-wrapped arm, walked up to Zhuo Huan, and whispered something in his ear.
Zhuohuan glanced at him, and said to Johnny: "He's injured, find someone to take him back to the hotel to rest."
Johnny: "Is there really no need for a close inspection? The test pilot before us hit his head and had a mild concussion."
Fu Cheng shook his head: "It's okay, I know where I hit."
Johnny immediately arranged for someone to take Fucheng back to the hotel to rest.
After getting in the car, Fucheng looked back at the airport. I saw a large crowd of people crowded around the plane. There were too many people, it was impossible for him to find Zhuo Huan among them. So he withdrew his gaze, Fu Cheng turned on the phone, but before he could do anything, a message popped out first. Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the message.
[Zhuo Huan: So boring, what about you?]
The message was sent an hour ago.
... At that time he seemed to be flying a plane, didn't Zhuo Huan know it.
Fu Cheng frowned, watched the message for a long time, and finally chose to close the message without replying.
The car completely drove away from Maifei Airport. On the wide and deserted road, Fucheng looked down at his phone. Sitting in the front seat was Mai Fei's driver, and he looked at the screen of the phone blankly, word by word, and began to type the keyboard in the memo, entering Mai Fei's flight confidential data.
Just when Fucheng calmly wrote down the important data he had written down, in the Mai Airport, a group of excellent aircraft designers started discussing around the landing gear of this aircraft.
A designer said: "F485's landing gear, in theory, can withstand a speed of 150 knots and a weight of 540 tons. Even the improved design of neo, the landing speed is slightly lower than 150 knots, but the weight is far less than 540 tons , and its empty weight is 180 tons."
Another person said: "But the landing gear is not completely scrapped. You see, the F485's landing gear is just a tire blown, and only one front wheel is blown. Besides, the landing gear is slightly twisted, but it's nothing like the last test flight That way, it's completely broken."
"What do you think?" Mr. Renner said suddenly, and everyone immediately fell silent.
Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan together.
Zhuo Huan propped his chin with one hand, when someone called his name suddenly, he clicked his tongue and laughed, and said in a straightforward tone: "I don't know. But how this plane was improved... makes me even more curious."
Mr. Rainer glanced at him and responded with a sneer.
That night, after Zhuo Huan returned to the hotel, he didn't go back to his room, but knocked on Fucheng's door.
The eyes of the two met, and Fu Cheng took out a set of printed data from the study.
Fu Cheng: "It's all here."
Zhuo Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa and scanned all the data in three minutes. He raised his head and asked Fu Cheng, "Did you feel any special feeling the moment you landed and touched the ground?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "There's nothing special about it, it's just that the front landing gear suddenly reached the maximum load, and the rudder is difficult to control."
During the day, Mai Fei's data analysts had already reached a conclusion through the computer for this answer.
Zhuo Huan was completely interested, he threw the materials on the coffee table, and smiled casually: "It's interesting."
Fucheng glanced at him, then lowered his head to drink water.
"What do you think is the situation?"
Fucheng's voice was calm: "I don't know."
Zhuo Huan originally only asked him casually, it seemed that he was asking Fu Cheng, but in fact he was asking himself. He slowly leaned back on the back of the sofa, his gaze gradually became long and far-reaching, concentrating on an untouchable point in the void.
In the room, only the wall was always ticking softly.
Fu Cheng held the hot water cup and looked at him quietly.
No one knows how long it took, Zhuo Huan's eyes focused suddenly, he looked at Fu Cheng, originally wanted to tell him the answer he guessed, but when his eyes touched the young man who was staring at him quietly, he stopped suddenly.
It seems that no matter how interesting the theory, no matter how profound and mysterious the answer is, it is meaningless at this moment.
Zhuo Huan stood up, walked in front of Fu Cheng, leaned over and kissed his lips.
"How's the injury on the arm?"
When the man got up and walked over, Fu Cheng never thought that he would kiss himself lightly, and then ask this sentence. The moment Zhuo Huan stood up, what he thought was: the condom in his room doesn't seem to be in the bedside cabinet in the bedroom.
After a brief absence, Fucheng drooped his eyes to get rid of the color in his eyes, and said lightly: "It's okay."
Zhuo Huan gave a soft "Oh", Fu Cheng's indifferent words made the inexplicable feeling in his heart suddenly appear, and then disappeared without a sound.
Zhuo Huan: "Pour me a glass of water."
Fu Cheng got up and poured him a cup of hot water.
When he came back, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows at him: "All the wings that meet the Kuta conditions can calculate the corresponding lift force according to Bernoulli's theorem after generating the corresponding circle around the wing. The larger the body and the heavier the weight of the aircraft, the More lift is needed."
Fucheng: "Huh? Common sense of aerodynamics."
Zhuo Huan: "There is something wrong with the fluid viscosity of this plane." He looked down at the data printed out by Fucheng, and pressed his fingers on the black numbers, "Tor Reina is interesting, even The maximum pressure that the F485's landing gear can't bear... In other words, how far has he increased the instant maximum lift of this aircraft?"
***
In June, the improvement of the landing gear of McFly F475neo is still progressing slowly.
Mai Fei has been hiding it all the time, only giving a necessary theoretical model, and asking Zhuo Huan to improve it with them.
Zhuo Huan didn't care, he obviously didn't get the certification, but he seemed to believe that the improvement direction of Mai Fei's new model must be to change the instant maximum lift of this aircraft.
With a direction, he began to follow this path, thinking about his teacher's improvement plan.
Within a month, Fucheng conducted four more test flights. After the fourth test flight, the plane landed smoothly. But after Fucheng got off the plane, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs to let off the heat, looked at the people in Mai Fei's laboratory, and said firmly: "No. There are coincidence and technical components in the smooth landing. The moment of landing I feel that its landing gear is on the verge of collapse. No more than 10% of the pilots in the world can make a smooth landing. And among these 10%, if they are unlucky, there will be accidents.”
Mr. Rainer frowned.
Zhuo Huan laughed: "The cost is too high, and it is impossible to use this improvement plan to design a new landing gear."
Mr. Rainer snorted coldly: "Continue."
After the test flight, Fucheng left the laboratory and found a place to rest. He was leaning against the wall, playing with his mobile phone seemingly doing nothing. Johnny glanced at him from a distance, and nodded with satisfaction. However, no one knew that Fucheng kept memorizing the data of each test flight in his mind, and then recited them all, and sent them to Zhuo Huan.
The last data input was completed, Fucheng checked it again, and suddenly received a message from Su Fei.
Open the message.
Punk boy sent six points.
[Su Fei: . . . . . .]
Fu Cheng: "...?"
[Fucheng: Huh?]
[Su Fei: I can't hold it anymore...]
[Fucheng:? ? ?]
[Su Fei: Ahhh, I really can't hold back!]
Fucheng: "..."
what's the situation
However, after waiting for five minutes, there was no news from Su Fei.
Fucheng thought for a while, and made a phone call. Soon, the minor answered the phone, but when faced with Fucheng's question, he faltered and said, "Can't hold it back? Ah, it's nothing. It's just, it's nothing! Brother Fu, I've been on vacation for a long time , I’m in a panic! Yes, I’m in a panic. It’s too boring, so I think you’re still working and working so hard, so I want to chat with you!”
Fucheng: "..."
After a pause, Fucheng: "Did nothing really happen?"
"No! Of course not!"
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows.
At the same time, in Mai Fei's laboratory, Zhuo Huan walked out of the laboratory with his hands in his pockets. He walked to the door of the smoking room, pushed open the glass door with one hand, and took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket with the other. With a light press on the side with a finger, a cigarette popped out and lit with a click.
Taking a deep breath of smoke, Zhuo Huan saw Fu Cheng standing by the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the smoking room, as if he was on the phone with someone.
He squinted his eyes, quietly looking at the tall and thin figure of the young man.
The door of the smoking room was pushed open again.
Zhuo Huan turned his head to look, the look of disdain on his face subsided slightly, and he nodded towards his teacher.
Thor Reiner rarely smokes. He was also a smoker when he was younger, but as he got older, he slowly quit the damn thing. When he entered the smoking room, he did not smoke or speak, but went to the bar and got himself a bottle of whiskey.
Zhuo Huan watched him walk over, until he opened the bottle of wine, he said: "Smoke hurts the body, but wine doesn't hurt the body."
Mr. Rainer sneered, he didn't care about Uncle Zhuo's concern about the sun coming from the west.
Grab an ice cube and pour whiskey. Tor Reina looked at his former student coldly: "When will you come back?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him and asked back, "When did I say I'm coming back?"
Mr. Rainer sneered: "Then you want to stay in that UCG investigation team forever? Be a boring and useless air crash investigator? What a waste, Reid, you really let me down."
Zhuo Huan said calmly: "Oh, fortunately, your disappointment will not sentence me to hell, nor will it make me lose a penny."
"Come on, grab that plane, it's enough to bankrupt you!"
Zhuo Huan: "I will not go bankrupt."
The white-haired old man smiled: "Can you survive this year?"
Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment, and when he raised his head again, he showed the familiar confident and arrogant smile: "That's really a pity. If I'm really about to go bankrupt, I can only go back and inherit the Patrick Group. I really don't want to Inheriting the Patrick Group is a pain."
Mr. Rainer: "..."
Fuck, this kid is still so annoying!
Mr. Rainer coldly left a sentence: "You will come back sooner or later, or come back in despair. You want to design an airplane, and from the moment you came to the McFly factory, you couldn't help it, you The blood all over your body is throbbing, tsk, Reid Irvin Patrick, you can’t hide from my eyes, from the moment you set foot on the land of Los Angeles, you want to come back every second.” After finishing speaking, he walked away, With the ego of a winner.
Just when Mr. Leiner was about to leave the smoking room, Zhuo Huan was silent for a long time, and then spoke again: "There is a proverb in the country of Hua that tells a good horse not to turn back."
Renner stopped and looked back at him.
Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette holder, looked at him with a half-smile, and puffed out a smoke ring: "Don't worry, what you said just now, I will never go back to Mai Fei in my life."
Renner: "..."
Leaving behind a sneer, Tor Reina pushed the door and left.
After smoking, Zhuo Huan walked to the balcony, just as Fu Cheng also hung up the phone with Su Fei.
Zhuo Huan asked lazily: "Who are you calling?"
Fu Cheng raised his head and replied, "Su Fei."
Zhuo Huan's eyes flickered, and he asked calmly, "What are you doing?"
Fu Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, he seems to have something, but he refuses to say it."
Zhuo Huan changed the subject: "Oh. How about the data?"
Fu Cheng: "Just finished everything."
Zhuo Huan: "Well, then you can go back to the hotel."
Without any extra words, Zhuo Huan turned around and walked into the laboratory with the smell of cigarettes still on his body. Fu Cheng looked at his back, was silent for a while, then turned and left as well.
Zhuo Huan's words meant that Fu Cheng knew that he planned to work overtime again tonight, so he let himself go back first.
Sitting in the car, Fucheng thought for a while, and sent a message: [Tell me when you return to the hotel at night, and I will send you the materials.]
It took an hour to get a reply.
[Zhuo Huan: Yes.]
Until two o'clock in the morning, there was no news from a certain man. Fu Cheng lay on the sofa and fell asleep. After waking up in the morning, he turned on his phone, and at three o'clock, Zhuo Huan sent a message.
After washing up, he hesitated for a few seconds, Fu Cheng took the documents and knocked on Zhuo Huan's door.
Originally thought that this man should be sleeping, but unexpectedly, the door was opened a few seconds later. The moment the door opened, the strong smell of smoke made Fucheng involuntarily frowned. After Zhuohuan opened the door for him, he walked back to the study without even looking at him. After sitting down in the study, he remembered: "Did you bring the materials?"
Fucheng put the documents on the table and asked, "You didn't sleep all night?"
Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "He provoked me."
Fu Cheng: "... what?"
Zhuo Huan scratched his hair impatiently: "It's nothing. What time is it?"
Fu Cheng glanced at his watch: "Nine thirty."
"Hold!"
As if being winded up suddenly, the man moved quickly. In front of Fucheng, he quickly took off his clothes and put on new ones. With the smell of cigarettes all over his body, he raised his head and asked Fu Cheng, "Do you have any perfume?"
Fucheng: "..."
"Why do you think I have perfume?"
Zhuo Huan frowned: "No?"
Fucheng was silent for a long time: "... yes."
He brought a bottle of men's perfume from his room, and Fucheng sprayed it on the man. In fact, Fucheng himself never likes to use perfume. This bottle of perfume is a gift that Lina bought for everyone when she went shopping before leaving Los Angeles for vacation. Everyone has a gift, Su Fei is the latest game console, Old Joseph is a fitness ring, Fucheng is a perfume. No one knew what Zhuo Huan was.
Putting on clean clothes and spraying perfume to cover up the smell of cigarettes all over his body, Zhuo Huan looked at the mirror and grabbed his hair and tied it into a small braid.
Fu Cheng couldn't help asking: "Who are you going to see?"
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
There was a silence, Fu Cheng didn't ask any more questions, but Zhuo Huan understood what he meant. He raised the corner of his mouth, let out a soft "ah", pinched Fu Cheng's chin, and forced him to look up at him. "Yeah, I'm going to meet someone."
Fucheng looked calm: "Oh."
Looking at the young man's expression, Zhuo Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he patted Fu Cheng's cheek: "I really want to fuck you now."
Fu Cheng turned his face away, avoiding Zhuo Huan's movements, he asked: "The person you want to meet is Mr. Tor Reina?"
Zhuo Huan was silent, and after a while, he sneered and said, "Let him know that I didn't sleep all night, just to find out what the hell he did on that plane?"
Fu Cheng glanced at him, but didn't speak again.
The two get off the elevator together.
Zhuo Huan leaned against the elevator railing, with his hands in his pockets, because he was too tired, he frowned impatiently. Through the reflective mirror of the elevator, Fu Cheng quietly looked at him.
Zhuo Huan seldom puts on his clothes so seriously, combs his hair so seriously, and sprays himself with perfume.
The overly superior appearance always made people forget his overly casual everyday attire, but after careful grooming, he tilted his head slightly, and the action of arranging the mechanical strap was indescribably handsome and elegant.
This man may indeed have inherited his father's genes.
He has handsome eyebrows and long eyes, a straight nose bridge, and thin lips that are always full of sarcasm. The long and thick eyelashes blocked those eyes, but Fucheng knew that those eyes were as bright as morning stars, containing the starlight of the entire universe.
Fu Cheng quietly looked at the person in the mirror, suddenly Zhuo Huan raised his head, and in the mirror, the two looked at each other suddenly.
Fu Cheng didn't have time to look back, subconsciously, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then quickly turned away.
The air was silent for a moment, and in the elevator, only the sound of machinery running could be heard.
His breathing became heavy, Fucheng looked down, and he heard a man's smiling voice behind him.
"Fucheng."
Then he responded calmly: "Huh?"
"Do you know when I first wanted to fuck you?"
The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, ringing in the throat. Fu Cheng raised his eyes, and calmly replied a monosyllabic word: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan looked at his calm appearance, and smiled: "JAL 917, on the plane that went to the North Pole for test flight. You squat down and give me medicine, do you know what's written all over your face?"
Even his breathing was almost suffocated by the rapid heartbeat, but he knew that this person would not be able to give any good answers. Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze from looking at the man, and said indifferently, "I don't know, and I don't want to know... um..."
A passionate kiss sealed the man's soft but ruthless lips.
Zhuo Huan clasped Fu Cheng's wrist, pressed him against the cold elevator wall, lowered his head, and kissed him vigorously. The familiar temperature and smell make the body respond faster than consciousness. Fu Cheng opened his lips, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and kissed the man in the falling elevator.
The tip of the tongue licked every inch of skin in the young man's mouth, forcibly possessing it, and leaving behind the breath that belonged to Zhuo Huan.
The two kissed passionately until their lips were red and swollen, and the corners of their lips overflowed with colorless water. Fucheng lowered his head and panted, he reached out his hand to wipe away the saliva that was dripping from his lips. Zhuo Huan held his face in his hands, looked straight into the depths of his eyes, and said word by word: "Same as before, Fu Cheng, you have written all over your face—"
"You want to be fucked by me."
"Since then, I've missed you. I miss you, miss you so much..."
A delicate and gentle kiss fell on the young man's slightly swollen lips. It was obviously far less intense than just now, but it hit his chest like a gust of warm wind. Fu Cheng couldn't help but raised his head, and gently kissed the man back. For the first time, he suddenly had the courage, and suddenly really wanted to hold this person's hand.
The elevator door dinged open, and both of them paused.
Zhuo Huan walked out first, and Fu Cheng quickly followed.
The two walked side by side, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty and dark underground parking lot.
A month ago, after Lina left Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan drove the two of them to Maifei's factory every day. Zhuo Huan was born in Los Angeles, he is very familiar with this city, and everything went smoothly.
Neither of them would delay their work because of going to bed, Fu Cheng forgot what happened just now, and he saw Zhuo Huan's Pagani sports car from a distance. At this time, there was a faint sound of high heels in the empty underground parking lot.
It stands to reason that this is perfectly normal.
This is the hotel's parking lot, and white-collar workers in many nearby high-end office buildings will also park their cars here, although they have to pay high parking fees. It is very reasonable for other car owners to appear in the parking lot, but for some reason, a strange premonition quickly flashed in Fu Cheng's heart.
Zhuo Huan's hand shaking the car keys also slowly stopped.
He turned and looked at the woman who was approaching them.
It was a soft and beautiful Asian woman with long black and soft hair and a pair of elegant and beautiful eyes. Because she was too thin, even with a height of more than 1.7 meters, she still looked weak. Fu Cheng almost felt that such slender high heels shouldn't be able to support her frail body, but she just stepped on the high heels and walked in front of the two of them.
Then he stopped, raised his head, and looked at Zhuohuan.
With flickering eyes and disappointment in her voice, she said, "Reid, when did you know that your father found another woman outside?"
Zhuo Huan looked at her steadfastly, then sneered, "boring." He turned around and left.
The woman stopped him and said angrily: "You help him lie to me!"
Zhuo Huan didn't look at her at all, he breathed heavily irritably, and strode towards his car.
"That's the car your father gave you! You knew it earlier, he and that blond bitch have hooked up. You know it, you lied to me, you actually helped him lie to me!"
Zhuo Huan couldn't bear it anymore: "You must be fucking sick!"
"Snapped-"
A slap with all her strength slapped Zhuo Huan's face hard, caught off guard, Zhuo Huan was hit sideways by her, and a complete red mark soon appeared on his face.
Fu Cheng was stunned, he took a step forward, but before he could move, he saw Zhuo Huan's mother's eyes turned red, and she roared in despair and anger: "I am your mother, I am your mother! You Dad treats me like that, how can you help him lie to me, how can you!" After the words fell, her eyes were scarlet, with a viciousness that was completely different from this weak face, she raised her hand again, and slapped down vigorously.
However, this slap was stopped by Zhuo Huan.
He grabbed the woman's wrist, raised his head slowly, and looked at her sarcastically: "One slap is enough, just take it when you're good, understand."
Clear eyes were infected with strong malice and sarcasm, Zhuo Huan's emotionless glance seemed to frighten his mother. This weak-looking woman struggled to free her wrist from her son's shackles, but she discovered the difference in strength between men and women in horror. No matter how hard she tried, Zhuo Huan still pressed her arm expressionlessly, letting her Can't move.
The next moment, Zhuo Huan let go of her hand with a sneer, turned around and walked towards his car. He turned around, not to his mother, but to Fucheng and said: "Are you fucking stupid, come here!"
Fu Cheng pursed his lips and followed.
The violent engine sound of the Pagani supercar reverberated throughout the underground parking lot. After the car backed out of the parking space, Fu Cheng turned to look at Zhuo Huan. I saw Zhuo Huan took a cigarette, lit it, and there was a sarcasm and a cold smile on his face.
The car was about to start, but Fucheng suddenly saw a woman in the distance, blocking the road with her hands outstretched.
She shouted loudly: "You go and get your father back, he doesn't want me anymore, you have to help me get him back!"
Zhuo Huan opened his eyes wide and slapped the steering wheel angrily: "You are sick!"
She started to cry, as if she couldn't hear Zhuo Huan's words, she kept repeating: "He hasn't answered my phone for half a month, he doesn't want me anymore. You go and get him back for me, you get him back..."
"Step aside!"
"Do not!"
"Get the fuck out of here!"
"I don't! You are my son, you have to find him for me! Run over my corpse if you have the ability!"
The woman closed her eyes and roared like crazy. Fu Cheng suddenly felt something was wrong, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, only to see Zhuo Huan's eyes were red and the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, let out a low growl from his throat, and stepped on the accelerator.
Fu Cheng opened his eyes wide: "Zhuo Huan!"
The top sports car accelerates to the extreme within a second. In just two seconds, it could kill the woman blocking the road. The moment the sports car started, Zhuo Huan's mother seemed to realize something was wrong, she turned pale with fright, and quickly ran aside. Fucheng wanted to hold Zhuo Huan back, but it was completely impossible in time, so he could only rely on Zhuo Huan himself to avoid this tragedy.
I saw Zhuo Huan twisting the steering wheel hard, and then the car bumped into a pillar in the parking lot.
There was a violent crash, and the car's airbag deployed.
It took half a minute for Fucheng to come back to his senses, he looked up at the front of the car. This top supercar has been completely smashed, and the entire front of the car is tilted up. He turned to look at Zhuo Huan again, only to see Zhuo Huan propping his forehead with one hand, he lowered his head, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
Fu Cheng looked past him and looked at his mother.
The woman fell to the ground, her skirt-wearing legs hit the ground, her legs were worn out and bleeding. Although they were just scratches, the wounds were grim. Her face was pale, her eyeballs were trembling in horror, and blood was flowing down her calves.
Fu Cheng frowned, he opened the car door, and wanted to go down to help him up.
"Do not open the door."
After a pause, Fu Cheng turned around and looked at Zhuo Huan.
The man still had his eyes closed, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
After a long time, Fucheng still said: "She seems unable to stand up."
"I want you to fucking care about it?!" Zhuo Huan opened his eyes, his eyes were red, staring at Fu Cheng indifferently.
Fucheng fell silent for a moment.
There was a long silence, and the woman outside the car shouted in horror and hoarsely: "Monster, Zhuo Huan, you are a monster! You are not a human... a beast, you are a beast!" Made her run away in embarrassment.
When all is at peace.
After a long time, Fucheng said softly, "Your hands seem to be bleeding."
Zhuo Huan looked down at his bleeding fingers, and wiped the blood stains on his clothes expressionlessly. The blood flowed out again as soon as it was dried, so he continued to wipe.
There was a voice in his heart, looking at the man's face filled with hostility, Fu Cheng opened his mouth, and still asked that sentence: "What's wrong with your mother, it seems that her mental state is a bit wrong."
The movement of wiping the blood stains stopped, Zhuo Huan turned his head slowly and looked at him. After a long time, he asked, "Huh?"
Fu Cheng was silent, and continued: "The relationship between you doesn't seem to be very good."
Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly, and Fu Cheng looked at him.
After staring at him for a long time, Zhuo Huan raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcasm smile: "You control a lot, Fucheng."
The heart was suffocated, and the young man withdrew all his concern. He said calmly, "No, just talking casually."
"Oh?" The deliberately elongated tone echoed in the empty parking lot, like the deepest irony.
Fucheng: "The car broke down, do you still have to go to Maifei? You are injured, let's deal with it first."
Zhuohuan: "Fucheng."
Fucheng looked up at him.
Under the glaring white light of the parking lot, the man lowered his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile, and said mocking and realistic words in a smiling voice: "You fucking thought you slept with me, so you just Can you tell me what to do?"
Breathing stopped completely at this moment.
Fucheng quietly looked at the man in front of him who was eroded by endless malice, he opened his mouth, and heard himself say in a flat tone, "No."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, speaking of it, you know, my memory is very good."
"Um?"
"Everything, I can remember it after watching it three times at most."
"so?"
"I have read the list of victims of Rogge 318 87 times. The surname Fu is quite rare. I have seen two in my life. One is you, and the other is right, it seems to be the victims of Rogge 318 on the list?"
Looking at the casual smile on the man's face, listening to his understatement. Fu Cheng nodded, and said, "Yes, that's my uncle." After finishing speaking, he opened the car door and walked down, "Shouldn't I go to Mai Fei today, you were injured, and my ankle was sprained just now. It's here. Teacher Zhuo, I'll contact Mai Fei's people and ask for a leave of absence."
Fu Cheng got out of the car and walked towards the elevator.
He did sprain his foot, and it didn't seem serious, but his walking posture was high and low.
Zhuo Huan sat in the car and watched him walk towards the elevator step by step. His eyes became deeper and deeper, and when Fucheng was about to reach the corner, he opened the car door with a slam and stopped him, "Hello, Fucheng."
Fu Cheng turned around: "Is there anything else, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan looked at his indifferent expression, after a few seconds of silence, he sneered and said, "It's nothing."
Fu Cheng glanced at him, looked away, and walked into the elevator.
The elevator door dinged, and the figure of the young man disappeared through the gradually closing door.
In the dead silent underground parking lot, a man kicked on the scrapped supercar: "Fuck!"
In the elevator, the moment the door closed.
The piercing pain has been forgotten for a long time, and now it crawls along the ankle and all over the body. Fu Cheng leaned against the cold elevator wall, he slowly raised his hand, covering his eyes with his arm. I can't cry, but my heart seems to be hollowed out, and there is nothing in my body.
What he always knew, Zhuo Huan never took it seriously.
He likes Asian men with black hair and black eyes, from beginning to end, and that's all.
However, he still fell in love with this man.
From the first time I saw this person in the military auditorium eight years ago, I have been obsessed and admired forever. Not liking, but deeper than liking. He longed for, believed in, and regarded this person as a god for six full years. And when it comes to love, it is actually very easy. He is like a pedestrian who has stepped into the swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, and there is no possibility of getting out.
When the elevator reached the first floor, an old couple came up.
The old woman stared at Fucheng's extremely ugly face, and was stunned for a moment. She hesitated and asked softly.
"What's the matter, boy."
Fu Cheng was stunned. After a while, he closed his red eyes and said with a gentle smile, "It's nothing, I just remembered something unhappy."