Early in the morning, while still brushing his teeth, Fucheng received a message from his sister.
[Fu Xiao: Happy 27th birthday, did you eat well today?]
Fucheng laughed, and he picked up his phone.
[Fucheng: Ready to have breakfast. It must be early morning over there?]
[Fu Xiao: Just after 12 o'clock, now Huaguo and Britain are both on the 7th, both of which are your birthdays. Of course I will be the first to say happy birthday to you. What, what's for breakfast?]
[Fucheng: Mian, I haven't done it yet, I'm brushing my teeth.]
[Fu Xiao: Show me the pictures!]
Looking at the angry emoji of a little man with his arms akimbo on the phone screen, Fu Cheng couldn't help but laugh. After he finished cooking the noodles, he sent a photo to Fu Xiao, and Fu Xiao was satisfied. However, he did not finish the bowl of noodles.
Recently, he is recuperating his body. He still can't eat too much at one time, so he can only take it slowly.
When going out, Su Fei also sent a text message.
[Su Fei: Happy birthday! ! !]
Fucheng was a little surprised, and typed a reply: [Thank you, you actually remembered.]
[Su Fei:? ? ?]
[Su Fei: Of course I remember it! I even bought you a present, Brother Fu, I bought it with old Joseph, and Lina. But we are still working on the Air France case here in Munich. We didn't expect it to take so long, and we won't be able to return to China to celebrate your birthday.]
Fucheng smiled and said: [It's okay, thank you.]
[Su Fei: The gift is here for you, I will give it to you when I return home.]
After a while, old Joseph and Lina also sent text messages of blessings.
[Lina: Happy birthday to you, Fu, it's a pity that I can't celebrate you in person.]
[Fucheng: Thank you, it's good to have this intention.]
[Lina: Then we have to go to work beforehand. I will give you a gift when we return to China. I am sure you will love this gift.]
[Fu Cheng: Then I will continue to look forward to it.]
It took more than an hour to arrive at the COMAC factory in the east of Shanghai.
After entering the laboratory, everyone was busy with work, because the next day was the most important flight test work.
Zhuo Huan proposed the front and rear edge loading structure half a month ago, and reconstructed the wing lift model of the new aircraft. This is absolutely subversive to the experimental work of the new wing that has been carried out for more than half, and it is no less than starting from scratch. But Wu Hui, Captain Nie, and all the designers of COMAC agreed with Zhuo Huan's opinion unconditionally, and started to work overtime day and night.
As it turned out, this proposal was successful. The results of several laboratory computer simulations have obtained very good data, and as long as the corresponding proof is obtained on the actual machine, the work can continue.
The next day was the most important test flight. As soon as Fucheng came to the COMAC factory, he conducted data docking with the experimenters, and then came to the COMAC airport to conduct the final aircraft inspection.
He and the experimenters ran up and down, tirelessly inspecting the plane over and over again. Not only for flight safety, but also to ensure that tomorrow's test flight will not be deviated due to a single mistake, and the test flight data will be affected.
Fucheng didn't come back from the commercial airport until the sun went down.
When he reached the parking lot, he stopped slowly and looked at the man standing by the car door. Zhuo Huan was leaning next to the driver's seat of the Ferrari, with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed, smoking a cigarette. As if he had a tacit understanding, he raised his head and met Fu Cheng's eyes.
The setting sun cast a long shadow on the ground, and the warm color shone on Zhuo Huan's cool and handsome face, and the sharp and thin eyes also showed a bit of affection that should have nothing to do with this person.
Fu Cheng walked over, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It's only past five o'clock."
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng: "For the past half a month, you worked overtime every day until three or four in the morning."
Zhuo Huan: "The test flight will take place tomorrow. If you can still make mistakes now, the heads of the people who designed the plane and those mentally retarded people in the laboratory can be twisted off and thrown directly into the East China Sea."
Fu Cheng: "Including you?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him and smiled: "Tsk, including." He stood up straight, "Get in the car."
I haven't enjoyed such a leisurely time for a long time. On the long and narrow coastline, a black Ferrari flashes past the seaside expressway like a black lightning. Because it is going to the urban area, it is almost facing the sunset. But the sunlight was not dazzling, it only made people feel warm and peaceful.
But soon, the tranquility was broken by the piercing ringtone of the mobile phone.
Zhuo Huan picked up the phone and glanced at it, his eyes showed displeasure, and he directly cut it off. After a few seconds, another call came, and he continued to hang up. After hanging up four or five times like this, the other party called again. He cursed in a low voice, and threw his mobile phone to Fucheng.
Fu Cheng: "...?"
Zhuo Huan: "Block him for me."
Fucheng glanced at the name on the screen of the phone, and it turned out to be a capitalized "SHIT". "Who is this?"
Uncle Zhuo sneered, "Leland Hale Patrick."
Fucheng didn't react at once, and after a few seconds: "Your father? Mr. Zhuo?"
"Oh, it's the retard."
"..."
Fu Cheng: "The phone is not unlocked."
Zhuohuan: "667259."
Fucheng turned on the phone smoothly: "...do you really want to be blocked?"
After getting off the highway and stopping in front of a red light, Zhuo Huan directly took the phone from Fu Cheng and blocked his father.
Fucheng: "..."
Finally, the world is quiet.
"Mr. Zhuo called you, maybe there is something wrong." Fucheng thought for a while, but still said.
Zhuo Huan: "If he seeks me, nothing good will ever happen."
Zhuo Huan didn't want to talk too much on this topic, his expression was cold, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel irritably. Fu Cheng looked at him for a while, then looked away. He looks out the window. It was already very close to the urban area, and the buildings on both sides of the road gradually increased. Fucheng said casually: "How many times have you come to Shanghai before the establishment of UAAG?"
Zhuohuan held the steering wheel with one hand: "I've been here a few times." After a pause, he added: "Three times."
Fu Cheng: "I was born in Shencheng, but I seldom come to the beach. This should belong to Nanhui District. I remember that the teacher's home is nearby."
"teacher?"
Fu Cheng: "My teacher in the training camp, Qi Zhifeng."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, glanced at Fu Cheng from the rearview mirror, and he gave a soft "um".
Fucheng: "Five years ago, the teacher's family owed a lot of debts because of investment mistakes. He was very distressed every day. At that time, I had graduated from the training camp and was in the Air Force, but we were all in Shanghai. Once we had dinner together, it was me It is suggested that he retire early and find a job in civil aviation, so that he can better take care of his family."
Zhuo Huan: "So he went to Log Air later?"
Fucheng: "Well, originally Donghua Airlines also invited him, but Log Airlines offered a higher salary. Before that, Captain Nie always thought that I was sorry for this matter, because I thought it was I who suggested the whole team to go. Log Airlines, my sudden anorexia two years ago is also related to this incident. Commander Nie is a good leader, he cares about us very much, and he has been concerned about my movements since I retired.”
"Nie Xiang?"
"Hmm." Fu Cheng looked up at him, paused, and asked, "Speaking of which, why did you set up the UAAG headquarters in Shencheng?"
Zhuo Huan asked casually: "Is it very important?"
"Just ask."
"Oh, then I just pointed to a random place."
"..."
For a while, Fucheng didn't know how to continue asking, he was never expected to be a lobbyist, this was already the best way he could think of to ask Zhuohuan why he didn't go to COMAC. But this man didn't give a chance at all.
Just thinking about how to continue the topic, only heard a loose voice, Zhuo Huan turned off the car stereo, the car suddenly fell silent, he said: "Fucheng."
"Um?"
"Will you beg someone?"
Fu Cheng didn't recover suddenly: "What?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and raised the corners of his mouth: "To ask for help is to coerce and lure. Coercion is not very feasible, and there is nothing you can do to lure me. But seduction, you can try..." The ending sound raised slightly, Zhuo Huan raised his chin suggestively at him, "I don't want to wear a condom tonight."
"..."
The base of the ear is a little hot, although both of them know that going to Zhuo Huan's house at night means that they should do it tonight. But he said that, Fucheng still felt ashamed. Fucheng didn't speak, but Zhuo Huan was not in a hurry. He didn't want to wear a condom for a day or two. He didn't want to wear it before the two had a fight. He told Fucheng a few times that he had acted coquettishly and showed weakness , did not agree.
Zhuo Huan: "Nie Xiang looking for you?"
Fu Cheng was silent: "Yes." After a while, he still chose to ask directly: "Why do you not agree to go to COMAC."
With a sneer, Zhuo Huan asked back: "Do I disagree?"
Fucheng looked at him calmly: "But you didn't agree either."
"you guess."
Fucheng asked: "Is it related to Rogge 318?"
Zhuo Huan glanced at him, did not answer, but asked: "Why don't you go back to be a pilot."
After a long silence, Fucheng said quietly: "Rogge 318."
After these words fell, there was a long silence in the carriage.
The car had already driven to the underground garage, Zhuo Huan parked the car, he turned to look at the young man beside him. In the dim parking lot, the dim light shone through the window glass on this man's handsome and elegant face. Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, so the fluttering eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.
Zhuohuan called him softly: "Fucheng."
Fu Cheng turned his head to look at him, his clear eyes reflected him, and he was the only one. In the depths of those eyes, there is a longing and belief that cannot be hidden no matter what. This kind of gaze was seen when he saw this young man for the first time under the starry night in Helsinki.
However, at that time, the next moment, this person stopped his astonishment and admiration, looked at him calmly, and said nothing.
But at this moment, in this deep and gentle gaze, there is not only faith, but a restrained and reserved love.
A soft laugh came from his nasal cavity, Zhuo Huan pinched his chin, bowed his head and kissed him.
The short kiss ended, and the cheeks were full of the other party's breath.
Zhuo Huan kissed his eyes: "I will go."
Fucheng looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan: "Is Rogge 318 that important?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Zhuohuan: "Yes, but I will go."
"Um?"
"With you."
With you, so, no longer afraid, dare not move forward.
You believe in myself more than I do.
***
Zhuo Huan said long ago that he felt that Fu Xiao's cooking was not delicious, so he wanted to cook a meal himself to let Fu Cheng know what a delicious meal is. Unfortunately, after he finished speaking, the entire COMAC laboratory began to work overtime. Not to mention cooking a meal for Fucheng, Zhuo Huan even had to squeeze in time between work to eat a good meal.
Now I finally have time.
Taking the elevator to this top-level apartment, after Zhuo Huan opened the door, Fu Cheng walked in for the first time after a few months of absence. He looked up at the crystal ceiling hanging in the empty living room, feeling a little hesitant and a little sour. The feeling of running away from this place, as if it happened yesterday, he was a little at a loss.
The next moment, Zhuo Huan called him dissatisfied: "What are you doing standing there?"
Fu Cheng was stunned, and turned his head.
Zhuo Huan: "Set up the dining room."
Fu Cheng: "...?"
Zhuo Huan pointed to a pile of things piled up by the wall with his chin: "Balloons, ribbons, flowers, there are all of them. You can arrange them."
Fucheng looked at the things piled up by the wall, and even saw a few English letters, such as B, I, R and so on.
Happy birthday.
Fucheng: "..."
Fu Cheng: "I remember today is my birthday?"
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Or else."
Fucheng: "It's my birthday, I will arrange it myself?"
Zhuo Huan smiled: "So? Then you cook the steak and I arrange it?"
Fucheng: "..."
Never had a birthday like this!
In the past, it was my sister who celebrated Fucheng's birthday. Fu Xiao also paid great attention to these ceremonial things. He blew up balloons, pasted ribbons, and even pulled a salute. But normally, these things should be done by others. How could someone confidently ask the birthday star to arrange a birthday party for himself
But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.
Before today, Zhuo Huan hadn't been home for three consecutive days, he didn't have time to arrange these at all.
Things are specially bought by people, but these people are not allowed to arrange them. Maybe it's for the hands-on feel.
Although this was done by himself, it was Fu Cheng who did it.
While blowing up balloons for himself, Fucheng looked up at the kitchen.
Under the dim yellow light, Zhuo Huan pushed the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, he lowered his head, and the hair on the left side fell in front of his eyes. Wearing a gold Bulgari bracelet on his right hand, he holds a knife and concentrates on cutting steak. The left hand is holding the beef, and on the wrist is the Patek Philippe watch that Su Fei, Old Joseph, and Fu Cheng gave him as a birthday present this year.
He focused on the piece of beef, his eyes were steady, and his lips were slightly pursed. The slender fingers matched the silver blade, showing a layer of cool white.
He seems to really know how to cook.
An hour later, Zhuo Huan took a bottle of red wine from the wine storage room.
The mellow red wine was poured from the decanter into the goblet. After Zhuo Huan finished pouring the wine, he looked up and found the tall candle on the table.
"... what is this?"
Fucheng: "Didn't you ask me to prepare it?"
Zhuo Huan: "Where did this candle come from?"
Fu Cheng: "Is there something in that pile?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
Fu Cheng understood: "Don't you know that this is a candlelight birthday dinner set?"
Zhuohuan: "... I know."
Fu Cheng: "Oh, you don't know." It was just prepared casually.
Zhuohuan: "..."
Gently cutting the steak open with a knife, Fucheng tasted it without hope.
It's really good
But it may be that the meat is good, and it has nothing to do with the skill of the cook.
Just thinking about it, Fucheng tasted the baked beef made by this man again.
…it turned out to be really delicious.
Noticing Fu Cheng's unconcealed surprised expression, Zhuo Huan sneered, and lazily said: "Your sister's cooking is really not delicious."
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng: "No, it's delicious."
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng looked up at him with firm eyes: "My sister's cooking is still delicious."
Zhuo Huan let out a chuckle, and looked at him with an expression of "Do you have a sense of taste?"
After eating, the two came to the open-air restaurant on the second floor with wine glasses in hand.
The night wind in September blows from the Huangpu River, which is cool and soft, refreshing. The wind blows away the messy hair on the forehead, and the body is slightly hot from the alcohol, but Fucheng's heart is very clear. He stood on a tall building, leaning against the glass railing, looking at the bright night scene on the other side of the river from afar.
"I went there a few times as a kid."
Zhuo Huan looked in the direction of his finger.
Fucheng pointed to the Oriental Pearl Tower and said: "My parents took me there first, dear parents, they took me there once. Then they were gone, and my adoptive parents, my uncles and aunts, took me there. Been there twice."
Zhuo Huan knew for the first time: "Your adoptive parents?"
Fu Cheng nodded: "You don't know?"
Zhuo Huan: "You never said that. Their surname is also Fu, so you follow their surname?"
Fu Cheng: "No, we are distant relatives with the same surname, both surnamed Fu."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "The one on Rogge 318 is your adoptive parents?"
"Yeah. They have a fear of heights, and it's okay to fly. When I go to a place like the Oriental Pearl Tower, I dare not look down. I became a pilot later, and my dad joked that he didn't know that the two of them had a fear of heights. How did I raise a son who is a pilot like me? My mother said that my biological parents are not afraid of heights, so I don’t have the gene of fear of heights.”
After taking a sip of the wine, Fu Cheng turned to look at him: "Zhuo Huan."
Young people seldom call his name, usually Fucheng's voice is very clear, perhaps because he seldom calls, so when he calls out the word Zhuo Huan, he always reveals a bit of softness of a southerner. Zhuo Huan has been very useful, he gave a soft "hmm".
Fu Cheng: "Do you know when we first met?"
Just asking this question means that their first meeting was definitely not in Helsinki.
Zhuohuan leaned his hands on the railing, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him: "Where?"
"Shencheng."
Shencheng
Although he was a little drunk, Zhuo Huan was extremely confident in his memory. He said that he had only been to Shanghai three times before, and in a short while, he found the only possible intersection with Fucheng from the depths of his memory.
"... The time I went to the Huaguo Air Force to give a speech? Oh yes, Nie Xiang invited me that time."
Taking advantage of his drunkenness, Fu Cheng looked at the man's face. In the past twenty-six years, he never thought that one day he would look at a man in such a mood. His voice was hidden in the wind, softly: "What about the second time?"
Zhuo Huan looked down at him, and all the timelines of his life in the past thirty years were clearly engraved into an axis in his mind. Soon he thought of it, and clicked his tongue: "Rogge 318?"
Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Zhuo Huan to be right, he opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were blank.
Indeed, because of Rogge 318, the two must have crossed paths, but Zhuo Huan probably didn't know about it at the time.
The ignorant and surprised look of the young man aroused Zhuo Huan's desire very well, he bowed his head and kissed Fu Cheng's lips. In the evening wind, the two kissed for a long time and separated. Putting the wine glass on the table beside him, Zhuo Huan hugged him with one arm, looked down at Fu Cheng, and asked, "What advantage did Nie Xiang give you, let you be a lobbyist?"
Unexpectedly, he still remembered this incident, Fu Cheng was silent: "It's nothing."
Zhuo Huan: "Then how are you going to be a lobbyist?"
"Huh? Didn't you already agree?"
"When did I agree?"
"In the car, in the parking lot?"
Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, I've forgotten." He buried his face into Fu Cheng's shoulder, and breathed out his warm breath on the young man's naked collarbone, "Fu Cheng, can you be seductive?"
Fucheng was speechless.
Zhuo Huan smiled, he stood up straight, held Fu Cheng's chin with one hand, and said: "Do you know, since I was fourteen years old, how many people want to seduce me every year and sleep on my bed."
His body stiffened all of a sudden, his lips were slowly pursed, and Fu Cheng tried his best to calmly say: "I don't know."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I have a good memory, I remember everything. Then let me tell you, on the third day after my fourteenth birthday, a model showed affection to me at a dinner party, implying that I wanted to sleep in my bed .But she was a woman, and I couldn't get hard, and I wasn't interested. That was the first one, and then at fourteen, there were 19 of them."
"Fifteen years old, a little less, 6."
"Sixteen, it started to increase. 34. Seventeen, 43, eighteen, 75... When I was twenty, wow, it's disgusting, I broke a hundred. On my twentieth birthday, Zhuo Jing's lover at the time also wanted to sleep with me, and she climbed into my bed while Zhuo Jing wasn't paying attention. I threw her to Zhuo Jing, Zhuo Jing didn't care at all, and continued to play with her all night."
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, he put down his wine glass, and asked quietly: "So." He raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan, fixedly looking at the casual smile on this man's face, Fu Cheng was about to leave, but He hugged her from behind.
"So, only you."
Zhuo Huan hugged the person in his arms vigorously, as if exhausting all his strength, while hugging him, he also said these words: "Fucheng—"
"Look back at me."
The body was a little weak, and after a long time, Fucheng turned around, but when he saw the skyscraper on the other side of the river with LED lights, he suddenly froze.
"Fucheng
I love you
Zhuo
The dazzling six large characters, on the huge lighting screen of the Aurora Building, kept fading, lighting up, and flickering non-stop.
"I didn't write my full name because I can tell at a glance that they are all men. Huaguo is not as open as the United States. Aren't you from Shencheng? There are many people who know you."
Slowly raised his head and looked at the man. Fu Cheng opened his mouth, he felt his throat choked, and after a few seconds, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you explain this on purpose?"
Zhuo Huan hugged him, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled lightly: "Tsk, don't you think too much."
Fu Cheng: "What do you think?"
Zhuo Huan: "Think about those messy things."
"… I do not know."
"Oh, then you won't."
After a long silence, Fucheng said, "Didn't you say that the person who expresses his love in this way has a brain problem, and his IQ must not exceed 80?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
"Fuck, are you sick? I'm so fucking romantic, you call me mentally ill? What's my IQ, Fucheng, don't you fucking know it?"
Fucheng looked at him calmly: "700,000 an hour, Mr. Zhuo, it's too expensive, and Roger 318 hasn't been caught yet."
Zhuo Huan laughed angrily: "You can fucking talk!"
Whatever spoiled the scenery, Fu Cheng would choose whatever to say, Zhuo Huan was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and wanted to leave, Fu Cheng held his hand.
Zhuo Huan asked angrily, "What's the matter?"
Fu Cheng: "Why did you do that?"
Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes, looked at him seriously, did not answer, but instead asked him: "Do you know how much I want to save face, Fu Cheng."
"If one day someone wants to write an autobiography for Reid, open this autobiography, from the beginning to the end, you can sum up the whole thing in one sentence—
It is a proud and conceited life. 』
Zhuo Huan's pride is almost engraved in his bones, in every second of his breath, in every inch of his cells.
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Pointing to the phrase "I love you" on the other side of the river, Zhuo Huan tried a few times, but it was almost hard to say, and finally said this sentence through gritted teeth: "Now, the whole world knows that I love you. The whole fucking world knows!"
"Fucheng, you owe me, and you have to pay me back with your life!"
In the next second, Fu Cheng's lips were sealed with a scorching hot kiss. He was momentarily stunned, and then he closed his eyes, hugged this person, and kissed back affectionately. The two kissed all the way back to the next bedroom from the open-air restaurant, Zhuo Huan pressed a button on the wall, and the white window screens were automatically closed.
Taking off the clothes one by one, Zhuo Huan reached out to take the condom from the bedside table while kissing Fu Cheng's lips. He bit the young man's earlobe and laughed hoarsely: "The granular one is your favorite."
Fu Cheng turned his head sideways, looking at the condom Zhuo Huan just took out from the drawer. Familiar with the model and style, he suddenly understood something, hugged the person on his body, and asked, "How many are left?"
Zhuohuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Two, I have to test the flight tomorrow, do you want to do it a few more times?"
What responded to him was Fu Cheng's kiss.
The door was closed tightly, blocking out all the gasps and vibrations in the room.
The sound insulation effect of this house is too good, and they are so immersed in lust that they can't extricate themselves, Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng didn't hear it, and when they started making love, the doorbell rang not long after. The doorbell rang for several minutes, but no one answered. It stands to reason that the people downstairs should have left, but five minutes later, the door clicked open.
A handsome man in a suit stepped into the room, holding a room card in his hand. With one hand in his pocket, Zhuo Jing walked at his son's house as a matter of course. His hair was sprayed with hairspray and pushed back, revealing an extremely handsome face. No one could tell that he was in his fifties.
As soon as I entered the door, I didn't see anyone, but the lights in the room were on.
Zhuo Jing was about to call Zhuo Huan's name, suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and his gaze stayed on the balloons and ribbons on the restaurant wall. Then he looked at the table again.
"Candlelight dinner?" Mr. Zhuo smiled gracefully.
Putting the room card and the purchase agreement on the cabinet in the entrance, Mr. Zhuo calmly opened the door and left. He took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and a Bentley had been waiting downstairs for a long time. After opening the rear door and entering, the first thing that enters the nose is the strong scent of a woman's perfume.
Seeing Zhuo Jing coming back, the Asian-looking woman immediately took his shoulders and gave him a sweet kiss.
Zhuo Jing kissed her back on the lips, and said to the driver: "Go back to the hotel." Then he pinched the cheek of the person beside him, "Don't worry, I have something to do."
The woman responded coquettishly, "I know."
When the car drove out of the parking lot, Mr. Zhuo took out his mobile phone, found Lina's name, and called. Soon, the phone was picked up.
"Uncle Patrick?"
The car was driving on the bustling Bund, Zhuo Jing raised his eyes, and looked through the car window at the Aurora Building on the other side of the river and the flashing words on it. He smiled and said, "Lina, long time no see. I heard you are on a business trip in Munich now?"
Lina smiled and said, "Actually, I just arrived in Shanghai. I have a friend whose birthday is today, and we came back to give him a birthday surprise and celebrate him."
Zhuo Jing: "You are such a kind and gentle girl. By the way, Lina, does Reid have a boyfriend now?"
Lina asked in surprise, "Uncle Patrick? Why are you asking so suddenly?"
"Just ask."
"Then I think it would be better for you to ask Reid yourself."
Zhuo Jing smiled.
Zhuo Jing: "Do you know Fucheng?"
The black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove all the way from Pudong Airport to the urban area, and now it finally drove to the bank of Huangpu River. Lina was taken aback when she heard Zhuo Jing's words, she raised her head, and happened to see a few large characters flashing on the building on the other side of the river. Startled suddenly, Lina stared in shock, without answering for a long time.
Su Fei and Old Joseph also saw those lines.
Su Fei grabbed Old Joseph's arm: "Fuck, look at that."
Old Joseph looked in the direction he pointed.
Su Fei: "Fucheng, I love you, Zhuo... this..." After staying for a long time, the punk boy asked in confusion: "Fucheng, is this name very common..."
Old Joseph was surprised for a while, and he smiled meaningfully: "Maybe it's really common."
On the phone, Mr. Zhuo heard the voices of Su Fei and Old Joseph, he laughed and asked, "Lina, it seems that you know this Mr. Fucheng."
Lina came back to her senses, and her voice was soft: "Maybe I know it, or maybe I don't. Uncle Patrick, are you also in Shanghai?"
Zhuo Jing: "Well, I happened to pass by Shencheng, so I wanted to bring some documents to Reid, but he really hurt my heart. I helped him buy the house back, but he didn't answer my calls."
Lina: "Okay, I'll talk to Reid about it. Uncle Patrick, don't disturb your nightlife."
Zhuo Jing regretted: "You really are a good woman who understands me best, Lina. It would be great if you weren't the girl I grew up with."
Lina: "Good night, Uncle Patrick."
"Good night, I wish you a sweet dream."
After hanging up the phone, Lina looked at Su Fei and old Joseph. Old Joseph had already figured it out, but Su Fei was still in a daze. Lina blinked: "I just came back to China, I'm a little tired, I want to catch the jet lag. Why don't we contact Fu and Reid tomorrow, what do you think?"
Su Fei: "Ah? Didn't we come here specially to surprise Fucheng on his birthday? Why do we want tomorrow?"
Old Joseph held his head down, and said with a smile: "The gift given tonight is called a shock. The gift given tomorrow is called a surprise. Do you understand?"
Su Fei: "???"
What should he know
On the other side, Zhuo Jing leaned back against the soft leather seat, looked through the car window, and quietly watched the affectionate confession on the skyscraper. The woman beside him rubbed against his arm, sending out an ambiguous invitation. He turned around and stretched out his index finger, touching her bright red lips.
"Shh, baby, I'm thinking about something, be good."
"it is good."
He was thinking about things, he was thinking about a lot of things, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he remembered twenty-six years ago.
It seems to be in a villa in San Francisco, who was sleeping with, oh yes, a Hollywood actress. That woman has been his favorite lover over the years, but it's a pity that after that time, every time he sees this woman, he will think of what happened at that time, and he can't get hard, so after giving a large sum of money, he will have sex with her broke up.
They were having sex in the swimming pool of the villa that night when they suddenly received a call. He didn't like answering the phone during sex, but that time it was his personal cell phone and it rang for ten minutes.
Before his desire was satisfied, Zhuo Jing could only kiss his lover's lips apologetically, crawled out of the swimming pool first, and answered the phone call.
The call was from a servant in Beverly Hills.
"Sir, please come back quickly, if you don't come back, the young master will really be beaten to death by his wife..."
Zhuo Jing frowned, and arranged for a private jet to fly back to Los Angeles immediately.
Before he got home, he didn't understand what it meant to be beaten to death. Until he pushed open the bedroom door and watched the woman with red eyes kick their son from the window to the bathroom door, kicking Zhuo Huan on the stomach. The boy's face was full of tears, he cried and begged for mercy, he knelt at the door of the bathroom, on the cold marble, and kowtowed vigorously to his mother again and again, begging her to stop beating her.
Zhuo Jing stood at the door, staring at them stiffly, unable to move for a while.
The crazy woman kicked the boy kneeling on the ground away and shouted hoarsely: "You trash, useless thing! Your father doesn't want you at all, and Leland won't go home for you at all, take a look at you! What's the use of you living! You trash!"
The blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, Zhuo Jing rushed over quickly, and pushed the woman to the ground hard.
"Leland?" The vicious and crazy eyes turned into obsession and longing the moment they saw him. Zhuo Jing felt cold all over, he pulled up the boy on the ground. Obviously, he never paid any attention to family affection, but seeing this boy who was covered in bruises, his face was full of tears, and looked at him timidly and fearfully, Zhuo Jing realized for the first time that this was his son.
He had half his own blood running through his body.
After being sent to a private hospital, he arranged another house for his son, specially letting the housekeeper who took care of him since childhood take care of Zhuo Huan. He also lived in that house for two months, but he really couldn't bear this kind of ascetic life. Within half a year, Zhuo Jing reverted to his old self, and went out to have fun with women all over the world, but he Zhuo Huan was not allowed to live with that woman again.
Servants are always like this, the house is headed by the mistress, in fact, since he lost interest in the family after Zhuo Huan was one year old, and continued to look for women outside, this woman beat his son every day, scolded him, and blamed him for not being able to Let yourself go home. From birth, the child faced the mother's humiliation and hatred every day. It's just that the servant didn't dare to say it. Only this time, when Kelly saw the gossip about him and the Hollywood actress, she drank too much and beat Zhuo Huan so hard that she almost beat Zhuo Huan to death, the servant came to tell him.
He has never been interested in family affection, even now, he can't say how deep and selfless his father's love is for Zhuo Huan.
But at this moment, looking at the flickering confession words on the building by the river outside the window, knowing how proud his son is, Zhuo Jing smiled and said with emotion: "Son, he hanged himself on a tree, Dad I feel so sorry for you."
The woman at the side leaned on Zhuo Jing's shoulder and asked him, "Leland, do you have a son?"
Zhuo Jing raised his eyebrows and said: "Honey, don't you know that I have a son? He is very handsome." Then, Zhuo Jing turned on his phone and found a photo of Zhuo Huan from the album: "Is he handsome?"
The woman stared at the cool and handsome man in the photo for a few seconds, but she reacted quickly and said sweetly, "Not as handsome as you."
Zhuo Jing smiled and hugged her: "That's true, but he should be happier than me, he has found someone he likes." "Leland, don't you like me?"
Zhuo Jing pretended to be sad and asked back: "Oh, Honey, I love you, do you think it's just liking?"
The woman giggled.
***
After doing it once, Fucheng casually put on a piece of clothing and walked to the open-air restaurant outside the bedroom.
Zhuo Huan leaned against the railing, smoking a cigarette while looking at the distant view of the river.
Fu Cheng walked over, he looked at the Aurora building that was still flashing, and said in surprise: "How long did you buy it?"
Seven hundred thousand per hour, but obviously, at least one and a half hours have passed, and the words "Fucheng I love you" are still flashing on that building.
Zhuo Huan lazily said: "One night."
Fucheng: "..."
"Is Rogge 318 really still available?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him angrily: "Even if you save this money, it's still not enough to earn Rogge 318 for a day!"
Fucheng: "Oh."
The red wine has not been finished yet, but it is Romanee-Conti, so expensive that even Fucheng knows this brand. Fu Cheng took the wine glass and handed it to Zhuo Huan: "Cheers."
Holding the goblet, Zhuo Huan was stunned when he heard Fu Cheng's words. A few seconds later, he seemed to think of something, and raised the corners of his lips: "Hey, Fucheng, do you know what the first joke I told in my life was?"
Fucheng looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he said this suddenly: "What?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him, first pointed to the chair beside him: "Chairs."
Fu Cheng: "...?"
Zhuo Huan shook his wine glass again: "Cheers."
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuo Huan looked at him with a faint smile: "Is it funny? I discovered this joke for the first time when I was three years old, and I laughed for a month."
Quietly looking at the man in front of him, it should be a pretty funny joke, but Fucheng couldn't laugh for some reason. He raised his head and kissed Zhuo Huan's lips. Zhuo Huan's body froze suddenly, he looked down at the young man in front of him, countless words came to his lips, and finally he bowed his head and kissed him.
"... Fucheng, tell me what to do with my life."
When doing it for the second time, Zhuo Huan refused to take off the condom, he bit Fu Cheng's lip and licked his teeth lightly. Fucheng couldn't take it anymore, and said hoarsely, "Okay, don't wear it..."
Zhuo Huan still didn't go in, pinched his chin, and asked coaxingly in a hoarse voice: "Will you not wear it in the future?"
Fu Cheng's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you going to do it?"
Zhuo Huan laughed: "Oh."
Kissing this person's lips, with the affection he never had in his life, Zhuo Huan whispered each word in Fu Cheng's ear.
"Fucheng—"
"I love you."
I am really in love with you.
The author has something to say:
Good night.
The stories of the two people are almost the same, and the bottom is the last plot.
In fact, Rogge 318 is still important to the two people, but not so decisively. Even if it is not fished out, Anxi will go to COMAC, and Fucheng will return to the army. Because they have each other, they won't be so sad anymore, they can face it.
Of course, as a HE author, you must get it!
Oh yes, finally, Anxi's unlock code is actually a special six-digit number, do you know the meaning of these six-digit numbers