In the dimly lit bedroom, the blackout curtains were half pulled, and the bright moonlight was reflected in the white inner window screen. You can see in the hazy way that outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was the vast sea, and the seductive moonlight reflected on the sea.

The room was silent, with only the sound of water clattering in the bathroom.

Fucheng lowered his eyes, leaned against the bed, and smoked quietly.

Suddenly the phone rang, but he seemed to have not heard it. After a few seconds, he came to his senses. When he was taking off his clothes, he was thrown to the foot of the bed with his pajamas. He stretched out his hand to pick up the phone that fell to the ground. The unignorable stinging pain made Fu Cheng's movements froze in the air. He pursed his lips, bent down without hesitation, and picked up the phone.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan wiped his hair and opened the bathroom door, and saw that the young man who should have been lying on the bed was standing by the bed. Fu Cheng put on his pants, and his soft hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. He bent down and picked up his shirt and buttoned it.

Zhuo Huan stood by the bedroom door and looked at him silently.

He watched Fucheng button the buttons one by one to the top.

"The top two are not required to be deducted."

Fucheng stopped moving and looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan only wrapped his lower body with a white towel, leaned against the door frame, and looked at him with a smile. "If you buckle, you can't see the collarbone and the kiss marks on it."

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng buttoned up all the buttons of his pajamas, and then took a step and was about to leave.

Zhuo Huan grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

Fucheng said lightly: "Professor Tinna just sent me an email about the experiment."

Zhuo Huan was stunned.

Fucheng broke away from his hand, and was about to take a step away again with a calm expression. Zhuo Huan grabbed his wrist. He used his strength a little, and Fucheng frowned. Zhuo Huan was angry and laughed at him. He opened his eyes wide, stared at the young man in front of him, and asked in disbelief: "You fucking just got into bed with me. Now tell me, you want to go back and write a report?!"

The part of the wrist being grabbed was a little hot. Fu Cheng silent for a few seconds and looked up at him: "This investigation report requires a comprehensive record of two accident investigations, and there are many contents."

Zhuo Huan: “…”

Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth and scolded: "I suddenly felt that the person who was fucked just now was me, not you."

Fu Cheng shook his hand away and walked out of the bedroom.

However, the next moment, a pair of thin but powerful arms hugged him from behind, stopping Fu Cheng's movements. His body suddenly froze, and Zhuo Huan hugged the man from behind. He wanted to curse people, but the words of cursing people came to his mouth, touching the young man's waist through his pajamas, and all of them were choked in his throat.

...It's so fucking!

While biting the man's earlobe, Zhuo Huan whispered in an ambiguous voice: "Go and take a shower first, you haven't even taken a shower."

Fucheng was silent for a long time: "I'll go back and wash."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Fucheng looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan curled his lips and said, "Help you take a shower."

Fucheng: "..."

He thought he was writing a report for him.

Zhuo Huan wasted his patience and wasted his time with the young man in front of him. He forced Fucheng into the bathroom and threw him a pair of underwear.

"Newly removed, not worn yet."

Fucheng looked at the label on his underwear, a luxury brand starting with P. It feels very new to the touch, the fabric is a bit hard, so it should have never been worn.

Fucheng wanted to speak, but Zhuo Huan slammed the door.

"If you want me to take a shower, just say it, if it is inconvenient."

Fucheng: "..."

“Very convenient!”

"Tsk."

After closing the bathroom door, a faint smile appeared in the man's cold eyes. Zhuo Huan never likes to blow his hair. In his opinion, blowing his hair is a very waste of time. He threw a wet towel on the ground, found a cigarette box from his pants pocket, and lit a cigarette.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Cheng came out of the bathroom and did not see the man in the bedroom. He was stunned for a moment, walked out of the room, and saw the light in the study. Various materials were placed in messy on the large desk. They were the data on the salvage position calculation of Roger 318 that they had sorted together in the past seven days.

Zhuo Huan just put on a pair of pants casually. He sat on the sofa, stepped on the coffee table with one foot, looked down at the laptop screen on his legs, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and typing cracklingly.

Fucheng knocked on the door: "Professor Zinna told me that he sent you the experimental data."

Zhuo Huan looked up at him, his eyes fell on Fucheng's tightly clasped pajamas for two seconds. He shouted: "Yes."

Fucheng walked over and sat next to Zhuo Huan: "Are you writing an experimental data report?"

Zhuo Huan's eyes kept staring at the computer screen, and lazily said, "Can't you tell me?"

Fucheng: "This is the report I want to write."

Zhuo Huan laughed "Ha" and pulled out a hand, unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of Fucheng's pajamas, looked at the kiss marks on the young man's left shoulder clavicle with satisfaction, and said with a righteous tone: "It will take at least two days for you to write this. It will only take me three hours."

"Oh, then you write it."

Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, and he reacted: "Fucheng, what are you doing?"

Fucheng stood up and looked down at him from a high place: "Aren't you waiting for me to come and ask for your help, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan was rebelled against Yijun. He was stunned for a moment, and he stopped typing and wrote a report, throwing the computer aside. He leaned back on the sofa, looked up at Fucheng, and said casually: "You are asking for help, Fucheng? This is the first time I have seen you with respect for your teachers and respect for the Tao."

Fucheng looked at him quietly with his eyes hanging down.

Zhuo Huan spread his hands: "Tsk, don't write anymore, go back to your room... um..."

The young man supported his hands on the back of the sofa, lowered his head, and kissed the man's lips.

This posture is always very awkward, so he straddled his legs on both sides, closed his eyes, and kissed him gently.

Zhuo Huan was also caught in this kiss from the beginning. He put his hands on Fu Cheng's waist and raised his head to kiss his lips. In the quiet study, the sound of low gasps and tangling lips and tongues sounded.

After a long time, after the kiss, Fucheng lowered his head and gasped.

Zhuo Huan leaned on the sofa and looked at him, his eyes slowly moving down from the young man's swollen lips, as if he was looking through the pajamas that were in trouble. He seemed to see the beautiful body of the man in front of him. An hour ago, he looked at it and touched it without any barriers. But now, no matter how well the man in front of him endured, he could not do it again.

If you really want to do it, Fucheng may not get out of bed tomorrow.

Zhuo Huan gently patted Fucheng's waist: "Go down, I'll write a report."

Fu Cheng sat aside, and Zhuo Huan put the laptop on his lap again. He seemed to be in a very happy mood, and his speed was much faster when typing. Fu Cheng sat beside him, looking at the complex and cumbersome physical formulas and mathematical equations on the computer screen, without any stagnation, and they were flowing out of the man's fingertips without any stagnation.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that the world was extremely quiet.

Fucheng was a little sleepy.

Zhuo Huan's typing stopped for a moment, and he turned his head slightly and saw the young man leaning against his shoulder and falling asleep.

The graceful eyelashes were outrageously long, and the light was so dense that they fell under the eyes, forming a fan-shaped shadow. Zhuo Huan tsk his mouth gently, then clamped the smoke that had not yet been smoked, crushing the ash into the ashtray on the coffee table.

In the study, there was only the rhythm of typing constantly.

...

The experiment with Tinna Diichi has ended. The investigators in Dubai do not need to accommodate Tokyo time anymore. They go to the warehouse at 6 o'clock every morning to wait for the experiment.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the extended version of Rolls-Royce stopped at the hotel for a long time.

Lina, Su Fei and Old Joseph were sitting in the car. The investigation was completely over, and only the final report was left. The three of them were in a very good mood and kept joking.

The car door suddenly opened, and Fucheng was the first to bend over and come in.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan yawned, took a big step, and entered the car.

Everyone was here, Lina picked up the microphone and spoke to the driver: "It's time to leave, thank you."

Soon, the car started slowly.

After Fucheng sat down, he took out his cell phone and contacted Lovens. There was still some information on the NTSB, and he needed Lovens to help him organize it. Zhuo Huan got in the car and sat next to Fucheng, tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder to sleep.

Su Fei: "I told you that I confirmed with the people in the underwater restaurant this morning, there was a squid! The waiter I asked before didn't understand at all, and he said there was no. I just said, how could so many of us admit it wrong? It's not a strange monk's hat jellyfish, I can't recognize it."

Old Joseph laughed: "The monk's hat jellyfish is highly toxic, and it is impossible to have it in the underwater restaurant."

Lina laughed when she heard this, and she looked at Fucheng: "It's 37℃ today, Fu, why are you wearing such a thick layer?"

Fu Cheng's hand holding the cell phone paused slightly, and he looked up and smiled, "Is there any?"

Lina smiled and said, "Yes, long-sleeved shirts, aren't you hot?" She thought, "Did you bring the clothes you have not washed yet? Do you want me to buy a new one for you? I've been here several times in Dubai and know where to buy clothes."

Fucheng: "Thank you, but no need, Lina. I think it's okay, it's not very hot."

Lina's eyes paused on Fucheng's shirt buttons for a second, and she smiled and shook her head: "You're welcome."

After arriving at the investigation headquarters, everyone began to collect and organize the report information of Ahang 411.

The Ahanghai 411 air crash occurred twenty-three years ago. It took more than a year to investigate and wrote an investigation report that lasted 183 pages. Now, it is necessary to write down the investigation process, the cause and report results of that year, and write the present one. At the same time, every detail in the two accident reports must be elaborated in detail.

The air crash accident investigation report is not as simple as explaining the cause.

It needs to take care of every aspect and be meticulous to every detail.

Because the aircraft is a giant machine that is as accurate as microns, and the air crash is also caused by countless incredible coincidences.

Lina brought a cup of coffee from the tea room and delivered it to everyone's table.

Lina: "By the way, the PR department of Rolls-Royce and Boeing have started to contact each other."
To be continued...