Oh, that's right.

Wearing a casual white T-shirt with a pair of jeans on her lower body. Mr. Zhuo walked to Lina's desk: "What's your design?"

Lina smiled back.

It seemed that he had not woken up yet, Zhuo Huan didn't say anything anymore. He walked directly to the sofa and lay down. Suddenly he remembered something again. He stood up and said to the people of Fucheng: "Let's take a look at the case of American Airlines 3157 together." After that, he fell down straight and took a piece of information to cover his face. However, for a long time, a steady breathing sound came.

Everyone: "..."

Su Fei couldn't believe it: "No, he just slept like this?! As soon as he came to the headquarters, he started to sleep?!"

"He's still making the jet lag." Lina kindly reminded: "You can, too. There are only five of us here."

Su Fei: "..."

There are still organizations in this world that are more bizarre than UAAG?!

Do you guys know that you spend money like this?

Su Fei complained a lot in his heart, but in the end he didn't hold up a single word and digested it all for himself.

Fucheng got up and went to the information room to get the investigation information about American Airlines 3157's accident. When he came back, he saw Old Joseph and Su Fei gathered together and pointed at Zhuo who was sleeping while lying. Seeing that Fucheng was coming, Old Joseph waved to him.

Fucheng walked over.

Old Joseph: "Fu, do you remember the cold joke you told yesterday?"

Fucheng: "…?”

Fucheng: "In fact, I don't remember that I told a cold joke."

Old Joseph slapped his thigh: "That's the joke that Reid is very poor."

Fucheng: "..."

Old Joseph was intrigued: "Look at the Reid T-shirt."

Fucheng turned around and looked at it.

The white ones are not obvious, and they are very simple, not much different from what Zhuo Huan wore before.

Joseph Older: "Look at the cuff logo, Kiton!"

Fucheng: "…?”

Old Joseph: "Did you see your pants?"

Fucheng: "It's also K...Kiton?" He is not very familiar with this brand.

Old Joseph shook his head: "ZILLI."

Fucheng: "…?”

What is this?

Old Joseph sighed to the sky: "This is also called poverty? It's such a evil capitalist!"

"Have you read the information of American Airlines 3157?" A cold male voice rang from behind, and everyone instantly silenced and looked up.

Zhuo Huan's eyebrows were frowning tightly. He stood up at some point, rubbing his already messy black hair a little more messy. He looked around and found that only American Airlines 3157 information was on Fucheng's table. He said with a meaningful "Oh", and he raised his eyes and glanced at Su Fei and Old Joseph, who quickly left his eyes away.

Zhuo Huan walked to Fucheng's table, bent down, and reached out to open the accident information of American Airlines 3157.

"Where did you see?"

Because of the bent over, the man exhaled slightly hotly and gently spitted it in his ears. The distance was very close, and as long as he turned around, he could hit the person's raised chin.

Fucheng's eyes darkened, and the next moment, he suddenly looked back.

Zhuo Huan was shocked and retreated half an inch.

The sunlight at nine o'clock in the morning shone into the room through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass. The handsome young man looked at Zhuo Huan with sincere and clear eyes, and his voice was a little ashamed: "I just picked it up and didn't look at it."

It was obviously an apology, but it was mixed with an indescribable ostentation and rejection that only the parties involved could feel.

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment. He stood up straight and looked down at Fucheng.
Chapter completed!