In the early morning, the alarm clock rang, Fu Cheng reached out and pressed the phone alarm.
He got off the bed lightly, put on his clothes, and opened the door to go out.
Uncle Zhuo never got up on time. When Fu Cheng got out of bed, he inevitably made a little movement, Zhuo Huan's nerves were weakened, he woke up for a while, watched him go out of the room with vacant eyes, then covered his face with the quilt, and fell asleep again.
While brushing his teeth, Fucheng turned on his phone, and unexpectedly received a message from Su Fei. He clicked on it, stared blankly, and replied.
[Fucheng: Have you returned to China?]
A few seconds later, the punk boy sent a message.
[Su Fei: Yes! Old Joseph, Lina, I and I arrived in Shanghai last night, and I want to give you a surprise. Brother Fu, have you seen the confession on the giant LED screen? Could it really be you? Who is this "Zhuo"?]
[Fucheng: ^_^]
[Su Fei: ... I have a weird premonition.]
[Fucheng: I just returned to my country, so I need to rest for two more days to overcome the jet lag.]
[Su Fei:! ! !]
[Su Fei: Don't change the subject! ! !]
Then there are text messages from Lina and old Joseph, all of which were sent this morning.
Fucheng did not expect that Su Fei and the other three would work overtime to write the accident investigation report of Air France for his birthday, and then quietly return to China. Although they didn't say anything about the subsequent development, Fucheng probably guessed it. When they returned to the city from the airport, they must have seen the words on the LED advertising screen. So Lina and old Joseph didn't come to give him this "surprise".
Suddenly felt a little headache, I didn't think too much last night, today Fucheng opened WeChat while brushing his teeth.
A few former classmates sent him a message, and like Su Fei, they also took the LED photo of the confession. Some people jokingly said that this person had the same name as Fucheng, while others directly asked if it was him.
Open Moments again, and some people directly posted on Moments, making fun of this matter.
Sighing deeply, Fu Cheng rubbed his temples, only to feel his eyes go dark.
Fortunately, he hadn't had any contact with his former classmates for a long time. The comrades in the army don't pay attention to such things as confession on the LED screen, so he doesn't need to explain to anyone in particular.
Except Su Qiao.
[Su Qiao: Fucheng, I saw it. The person who confessed his love with the Aurora Building is you, right?]
Fucheng didn't affirm or deny, but only sent a smiling face.
[Su Qiao: I wish you happiness.]
Looking at these five words steadily, Fucheng replied.
[Fucheng: Thank you.]
After washing, when Fu Cheng walked out of the bathroom, he saw Zhuo Huan wearing pajamas, with messy hair falling on his forehead, walking out of the room sleepily. When he came to Fu Cheng's side, he hugged Fu Cheng very naturally, kissed him lightly on the lips, and then frowned: "I don't like mint-flavored toothpaste."
Fu Cheng: "But there is a peppermint flavor in the bathroom of your bedroom."
Zhuo Huan: "Didn't you see there is a lemon flavor next to it?"
Fucheng: "Why don't you like the peppermint flavor?"
After hearing this, Zhuo Huan seemed to wake up a little bit, he raised the corners of his lips, and said lazily: "Oh, it seems that the hourly workers used that stick of toothpaste to clean the sink? The kind that squeezes on the sink and then wipes it clean. ?”
Fucheng: "..."
This man is really boring!
Last night, the two of them just enjoyed a candlelight dinner, which they did twice more. Romance is always temporary, and the reality is to clean up the mess after romance. Fu Cheng tore off the ribbons and balloons that he had stuck to the wall last night, and while he was cleaning the living room, Zhuo Huan walked into the kitchen after washing. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Do you want to eat a ham sandwich?"
"eat."
After a while, Zhuo Huan started to make breakfast.
After Fucheng put away the things in the birthday gift bag, he took a plastic bag and put it in the entrance, planning to take it with him when he went out. Looking up, his eyes fell on a contract on the cabinet in the entrance. He picked up the house purchase agreement in surprise, and opened it to look.
Uncle Zhuo was making fried eggs in the kitchen, when Fucheng's voice came from behind him: "This house will cost 180 million?"
"Huh?" Zhuo Huan didn't look back.
Fu Cheng: "Mr. Zhuo seems to have spent 180 million to buy it back."
Zhuo Huan stopped frying eggs suddenly, he turned his head, and saw Fu Cheng leaning against the bar in the open kitchen, holding a house purchase agreement in his hand.
Zhuohuan: "... Fuck!"
He rushed forward and snatched the house purchase agreement from Fu Cheng, Zhuo Huan flipped it rough a few times, then rushed to the bedroom without looking back, took his mobile phone, and made a call. As soon as the phone was connected, Zhuo Huan asked, "You fucking were in Shencheng last night?"
Hearing the voices of Uncle Zhuo and his father upstairs who could only curse out of embarrassment on the phone, Fucheng couldn't help laughing. He went into the kitchen and continued to fry eggs. You can't ask Zhuo Huan to be rational and considerate. He went to make a phone call, and left the fire and food in the kitchen unattended, which only means one thing: you must be responsible for what he left down the mess.
When Zhuo Huan came back from the phone call, Fu Cheng had already prepared breakfast.
Fucheng: "When I bought it, it was 50 million more expensive than when I sold it."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly, "I'm in a hurry to buy."
Before they returned to Shencheng from Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan asked Mr. Zhuo to buy the house back and restore it to its original appearance. It took 22 hours to fly from Los Angeles to Shanghai. If you want to solve this matter quickly, you must ignore the price.
Fu Cheng: "There's no need to buy it."
Hearing this, Zhuo Huan put one hand on the table, propped his chin, and looked at the young man opposite. "Fucheng, you asked the question knowingly."
Fu Cheng raised his eyes to look at him: "No, I just feel that it's too bad."
Zhuo Huan snorted softly: "Oh... Then if I didn't buy it back then, would you still let me live, your house?"
Fucheng looked at him quietly, for a long time, he didn't answer, got up and sent the finished dishes back to the kitchen.
Zhuohuan: "Ask you."
He turned around and looked at the man. He had thought about this question for a long time when the other party asked him. Now, Fucheng thought about it and said, "If you could say a few nice words at that time, those two condoms last night might not It won’t run out until now.”
Zhuo Huan didn't recover all of a sudden.
Fu Cheng's ears felt hot, so he turned around and went into the kitchen.
After a while, the man in pajamas walked into the kitchen, hugged the young man's waist from behind, and bit his ear while asking: "You like me so much, you won't be angry if you just say a few words, you are willing..."
With the heart beating powerfully in his chest, Fucheng turned around slowly, and looked up at him: "If I don't like you, it's impossible for me to be with a man."
Zhuo Huan laughed: "You really like women."
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes: "Well..."
Not to mention the past, he still feels that without Zhuo Huan, it is absolutely impossible for him to have any relationship with men.
"Fucheng."
"Um?"
"Look at me."
Fu Cheng raised his head, and in the next second, the man's lips sealed his breath. Surprised for a moment, then he closed his eyes, hugged the man's waist, and kissed back gently.
When going out to fly, Fu Cheng was changing shoes, Zhuo Huan said casually: "Have you deleted that woman's phone number?"
Fu Cheng: "...who?"
Zhuohuan: "Tsk."
When going downstairs, Fu Cheng realized: "You mean Su Qiao?"
After a pause, Fu Cheng said, "Actually, she's pretty good."
Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."
The black Ferrari let out a deafening roar, rushed out of the underground garage, and headed east.