No matter how good the aircraft is, it cannot avoid noise. The loud roar of the engine penetrates the body of the steel and iron bones, and buzzes in the ears.

Zhuo Huan leaned back against the door panel, bit his cigarette mouth, and calmly looked up at Fucheng.

Fucheng smiled: "I don't remember owing you money, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan: "Things that can be measured with money are the simplest."

"Then what do you think cannot be measured by money?"

Zhuo Huan did not answer, Qingche's pupils were calm and he looked at Fucheng without saying a word.

Four eyes are opposite.

Fucheng: "Since there is nothing else, please let me go, I'm going out."

"Oh, then you can keep this account."

The man just kept tightly in front of the door panel, without any intention of getting out of the way. After a long stalemate, Fu Cheng laughed angry by him. He looked up and asked, "Teacher Zhuo, you used to like a primary school student, pulling other people's pants chains and blocking the toilet door and not allowing others to leave? If it is placed on the student, is this considered bullying?"

Zhuo Huan laughed and said, "Is it considered bullying to be fucking you?"

His breathing was suffocated for a while, and after a long time, Fucheng said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

The atmosphere was about to break out, but at this moment, Fucheng didn't expect that the man would make way. Zhuo Huan held a thin cigarette between his fingers and opened his body sideways, really giving way. Fucheng took a deep breath and stepped up, and a cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Why are you so concerned about Roger 318?"

Fu Cheng paused: "Is it true that I know a lot of air crashes? After all, I am engaged in related industries."

Zhuo Huan didn't reply to him, but his eyes were exactly the same as when Fu Cheng said in the car, "I'm sorry."

——Is it true that you don’t know?

Fucheng was silent for a moment: "There are more than 20 Chinese people on the Rogue 318. I think it should be natural for Chinese pilots to pay more attention to this accident than other air crashes abroad. Moreover, the plane that happened was Maifei F485, which was designed by you. It is the most popular and most popular aircraft in the world in the past five years."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh."

Without the mood to guess whether his words were believed by the other party, Fucheng was extremely irritable and eager to leave. His hand had already pulled the door handle and the person stood behind the door. Zhuo Huan leaned on the door frame, motionless, looking up at him.

In his chest, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, just as he was about to press the door handle.

"Fucheng."

Two simple words, around the tip of the tongue, and gently spit on Fucheng's cheeks with ambiguous and long breathing.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I'll talk about the last time."

"Um?"

"Don't seduce me."

“…You seem to be getting something wrong.”

"Or otherwise, I'll really fuck you."

The air stagnated for a moment, and in the quiet and narrow space, the young man slowly clenched his fingers. The two looked at each other, but no one spoke. After a long time, Zhuo Huan casually lowered his gaze, his eyes wandering on Fucheng's slightly opened lips. Fucheng seemed to suddenly realize something, knowing that what he should do at this moment was to open the door and leave, and to firmly deny the other party's wrong perception.

But for some reason, he couldn't speak.

I even felt a strange feeling in my heart, like a vine climbing up the wall, spreading silently in my heart.

In the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere, Zhuo Huan moved and he leaned forward a little.

The next moment, suddenly.

"Why haven't you come out yet? Open the door and Fucheng."

Zhuo Huan bit the cigarette holder and Fucheng withdrew his gaze.

The punk boy's loud voice cannot be blocked by a thin door panel.

His chest kept rising and falling, breathing fresh air again. It was only then that Fucheng realized that he had held his breath for a long time, or that he had forgotten to breathe just now. He didn't dare to look at the man next to him again, Fucheng quickly pulled the door handle. Su Fei was about to come in when he suddenly saw Zhuo Huan and he was stunned.

"RIP? Why are you here?"

Fucheng opened his mouth and suddenly came up with no reason.

Su Fei stretched his neck and said, "There are no two compartments, they are both independent. Isn't it? You two go to the toilet together? How can you still use this? "

Zhuo Huan sneered: "He doesn't know how to use this toilet, I'll teach him."

Fucheng: "..." Do you think anyone can believe this?

Su Fei: "Damn, there are special methods for using the toilet of a private jet. Fucheng, teach me quickly, I can't and can't use it."

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng walked out of the toilet speechlessly. As soon as he went out, Su Fei had not come in, the door slammed behind him.

Both of them were stunned.

Su Fei: "Open the door, why? RIP, don't you let someone go to the toilet yet!"

Zhuo Huan: "Isn't there another one next to you?"

Su Fei: "Old Joseph is taking a bath inside! Otherwise, why would I have to wait for you for so long!"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I want to take a shower, too."

Not long after, the sound of water came from the door.

Su Fei asked Fucheng in disbelief: "I didn't see the clothes he brought to change. Did he really come to take a shower?"

Fu Cheng glanced at the closed door panel: "Teacher Zhuo fooled you. He didn't want to take a shower, so he turned on the shower faucet to deceive you. If you wait a little longer, he should come out soon."

Inside the door, Zhuo Huan, who was washing his hands, was stunned for a moment, and then curled the corners of his mouth.

Su Fei cursed outside the door, scolding Zhuo Huan for his immoral behavior. When Fucheng returned to the cabin, he saw the flight attendant delivering food to Lina and Mr. Roman. Seeing him back, another flight attendant immediately came over and half-squatted down to ask what Fucheng wanted to eat.

After lit some things casually, the flight attendant nodded with a smile, and stood up and left.

Fucheng raised his head and happened to see Zhuo Huan walking back while holding the buttons of his shirt. He looked clear and calm, and he didn't look at Fucheng at all, and walked straight to his seat.

After a while, Fucheng withdrew his gaze.

When Su Fei and Old Joseph came back, everyone's meals were in place.

On the private jet, there is a long table for multiple people to eat together, which is enough for six people to sit together and eat together.

Mr. Roman and Zhuo Huan sat at both ends of the table, Fucheng and Lina sat opposite each other, adjacent to Mr. Roman. Beside them were old Joseph and Su Fei.

Mr. Roman took a bite of the steak and raised his head: "Reid, have you ever thought about when to come back."

Zhuo Huan's movements stopped. He put down his knife and fork and raised his head: "I haven't thought about it."

Roman raised the champagne, and Zhuo Huan also raised it. The two of them clinked glasses from a distance across a long dining table. Roman said, "I mentioned this at the Mai Fei board of directors last month. If you want to come back, there will be no problem within two years. This is my guarantee to you."

Zhuo Huan: "Thank you, I don't have this plan for the time being. Besides, I may not really want to go to Mai Fei."

Roman: "Oh? Why, do you want to go to Boeing or Airbus?"

"Maybe it's COMAC."

Roman laughed: "I can never feel your cold joke. Lina, what do you think."

Lina smiled slightly: "I have never been able to understand Reid's cold jokes, but Fu always seems to find it funny." After that, she looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng: "I also think this is not funny." He looked up at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him lightly, picked up the dining cloth and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Because, this is not a joke.

This topic was quickly revealed. Lina and her father disappeared for many days and they recounted the father-daughter relationship. They slowly talked about the air crash that happened in Europe half a year ago. Lina's tears fell instantly: "Geral, I really didn't expect that he would leave me like this."

Mr. Roman said guiltily: "I shouldn't mention this. Last week I met his father in Milan. Truffaut was not in good condition, and he seemed to be in great pain. What a sad thing it was to lose his only son in old age. By the way, how long has it been since you and your brother been in contact?"

After talking about other things, Lina's mood improved a lot.

Roman looked up at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, I still don't understand why you left Mai Fei."

Just now, the Comte father and daughter were talking about the topic of upper-class capitalists who Su Fei couldn't get into the mouth. Now when he suddenly talked about this, the punk boy suddenly became interested and immediately stopped sleeping: "Yes, RIP, I have always been very unaware of it. Why did you suddenly not be the chief designer of Mai Fei."

Zhuo Huan threw a contemptuous look at him: "You don't understand too much."

Su Fei: "..."

"Just as a person like you who say three words and curse a few words, how could you live until now that you are not beaten to death!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Mr. Roman sighed to his daughter: "Reid has not changed, he is still so arrogant and rude."

Lina: "He is very nice to you. At least when you reply, remember to put down the tableware." She blinked: "I don't have this treatment."

On one side of the dining table, Su Fei glared at Zhuo Huan, and Old Joseph smiled and thought about being a good friend. However, whenever the atmosphere eased, he hurriedly added fuel to the fire without bothering. On the other side of the dining table, Roman and Lina's father and daughter were having sex.

"When Patrick and I met at Desla Castle, he seemed to be very concerned about Reid's marriage."

Lina frowned: "Uncle Patrick has always known Reid's sexual orientation." After the words came, she seemed to remember something, looked up at Fucheng, and made a "shhh" gesture. It seemed that she realized that she had accidentally revealed a big secret to Fucheng.

Fucheng nodded, saying that he would keep it confidential.

Roman: "I don't know that, Patrick shouldn't care. Perhaps in his opinion, he just cared about his son's private life and did not make any special requests."
To be continued...