The older Joseph said the more he said, the more he was, the more he was: "I prefer taller ones, over 170. My deceased wife was 171. This height is quite large in the United States, but it is not very common in China."

Su Fei: "I like big eyes and long hair! What do you think RIP looks for every night?"

Old Joseph secretly glanced at Zhuo Huan and deliberately said in a voice he could hear: "I guess it's sexy and hot, 90-60-90!"

Lina coughed: "There are still women in the car."

Joseph Older: "Sorry, Lina, please forgive my misogynistic."

After all, Su Fei is still a minor and has no idea about the figure of a woman. He pulled Joseph Old: "What does 90-60-90 mean, and what is it like?"

Old Joseph was about to answer when a casual male voice rang out: "It's what I like."

Su Fei and old Joseph turned their heads to look at Zhuo Huan together.

I saw him pillowing on Fucheng's shoulder, opening his eyes, and looking at them with a smile. "I like it, it's sexy and hot, I can kiss him very well. Every night I have to kiss him. When I stroke his waist, he will tremble. He is afraid of itch. I have noticed it long ago."

Su Fei stared straight: "You really go looking for a woman every night?!"

Old Joseph whistled and found the point: "Wow, have you been looking for the same one? Reid, do you like her so much? You are tickling and very sensitive. Reid, you know very well."

Zhuo Huan leaned against Fu Cheng's shoulder and smiled softly: "His waist is very thin, and he can't see it when he wears clothes. It looks so beautiful. Well, it's his fault. He never wears close-fitting clothes. I like to kiss his collarbone, then take off his clothes and touch his waist. When he can't stand it, he kisses his lips, um..."

Fu Cheng suddenly sat upright, and Zhuo Huan's cheek was hit hard by his shoulder, and he hit the side.

This action was very natural, and Old Joseph and others didn't think there was anything wrong.

Zhuo Huan touched his painful cheek, raised his head, and called his name: "Fucheng."

Fucheng looked at him lightly: "My shoulders are sore." As he said that, he stood up and walked to Old Joseph, "Can you change the position, Old Joseph."

Old Joseph said happily: "Of course." He walked over and sat down, "Reid, just pillow my shoulders. By the way, you can tell me quietly, hehe, where did you look for the woman..."

Zhuo Huan sneered, leaned his head against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rested, and had no intention of leaning his head against the thick shoulders of old Joseph.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the investigation headquarters.

Zhuo Huan was the last one to get off the car. He chewed chewing gum, put his hands in his pocket, and stepped on his long legs and got off the car.

As soon as I got off the car, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from beside me: "Have you taken off his clothes, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan paused, he stood up straight and looked to the side.

Fucheng leaned against the Rolls-Royce's body and stared at him with clear eyes.

Zhuo Huan smiled and said righteously: "No."

Fucheng glanced at him, then walked away.

Zhuo Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Old Joseph, Su Fei and Lina walked into the door of the investigation headquarters with a smile.

Zhuo Huan pulled Fucheng's wrist and looked up at him: "But I kissed his collarbone and touched his waist. I want to take off his clothes tonight. OK, Fucheng."

After a long time, the handsome and beautiful young man said expressionlessly: "The data of Roger 318 has been processed."

"Then you can come to my room, too."

The hand that was not caught curled up slightly with fingers.

Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan quietly without saying a word.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him, and suddenly, he let go of his hand holding Fucheng.

Su Fei turned his head: "RIP, Brother Fu, what are you doing?"

Fucheng: "Here you come."

The two walked towards the investigation headquarters together.

After entering the glass door, the cool wind of the air conditioner came towards us, and the hot sunlight was blocked outside the door.

The noisy sounds on the streets suddenly decreased a lot. There were not many people in the corridor of the investigation headquarters. Except for the five UAAG people, only a few people occasionally passed by.

Another GCAA investigator walked past the side, and Fucheng strode forward. Seeing Su Fei and the other two walking just two or three meters in front of him, suddenly, he was pulled from behind. His body reaction was greater than anything else. He was pulled by this person and pressed against the corner of the corridor. When the surveillance video was blind spot, Fucheng subconsciously raised his legs and fought back. Then, Zhuo Huan kissed him.

The wrist was grabbed tightly.

Old Joseph's laughter echoed in the empty corridor, but the world in front of him was occupied by this man named Zhuo Huan.

After a moment of shock, slowly, the heart beat violently in the chest.

Fucheng closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue to kiss him back.

In the quiet corridor, perhaps because it was too quiet, the sound of lips and tongue tangling pierced into Fucheng's ears, as if it was an affair, and the stimulation and pleasure made the scalp numb.

The voices of the old Joseph and the other two were almost gone at the end of the corridor, and Zhuo Huan stopped the kiss. He held Fu Cheng's chin with one hand, his lips almost pressed against his lips, and his voice hoarsely: "I just wanted to kiss you on the street..."

Fucheng lowered his head and gasped.

Suddenly, he heard Lina's voice: "Where have Reid and Fu gone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, it was Lina's high heels sound. She came back and got closer and closer.

Fucheng stiffened his body, but for some reason, he did not push away the man in front of him, but opened his eyes wide and looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan also looked down at him.

No one spoke.

When the blonde was about to walk to the small corner of the corridor, she seemed to notice something and suddenly stopped. Lina turned around and did not continue looking for anyone. However, behind her, Zhuo Huan walked out calmly with his hands in his pockets.

"Have the Boeing people been in touch?"

Lina turned around, a little surprised: "Reid?"

Zhuo Huan walked up and said, "I've contacted it?"

Lina: "Well, I've got the contact. Why do you suddenly feel in a bad mood?"

Fucheng walked out of the corner and followed.

Hearing Lina's words, Zhuo Huan chuckled with a smile and sneered: "No, I'm in a good mood... Fucheng."

Suddenly someone called him a name, Fucheng stopped and looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan took out a black room card from his pocket and handed it over to Lina, Old Joseph and Su Fei. He smiled and said, "Your room card has dropped."

Fucheng looked at him silently, and after a long time, he took it.

"Thanks."

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Zhuo Anxi: I am like a tool person. I have finished Rogge 318 and I have nothing to do. Fucheng doesn’t even fucking look at me.
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