Fucheng gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and did not answer him.

The next night, after get off work, Zhuo Huan wanted to go back to the Dingfu apartment by the river. Because the apartment officially signed the sales contract today, Zhuo Huan wanted to go back and sign a contract with the buyer in the house.

Fucheng: "I thought you would find someone casually, for example, ask Lina to help you with this matter. Anyway, she seems to know that you have sold that house."

Zhuo Huan looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "That house is worth 120 million yuan."

Fucheng: "..."

Evil capitalist!

Zhuo Huan: "Do you think the 120 million thing is not worth my special trip and sign a contract?" He smiled: "Fucheng, my money is not caused by the strong wind."

Fucheng didn't say anything, but he remembered in his heart that it seemed that someone said a year ago that money would be lost in the sky?

The car stopped at the entrance of the community, but Fucheng did not follow him in: "I went to a nearby coffee shop and I was a little thirsty."

Zhuo Huan did not comment.

The two separated at the entrance of the community.

Watching the man walk into the magnificent glass gate, Fucheng slowly raised his head and looked at the towering and magnificent building. After a long time, he turned around and walked into the cafe across the road, ordered a cup of clear coffee, and silently waited for Zhuo Huan.

The melodious and soothing blues music echoed in this private cafe. Fu Cheng sat by the window, shaking his spoon while looking down at his phone.

“…Fucheng?”

The light was blocked by the shadows, and a soft female voice rang out from the front of her in surprise.

Fu Cheng subconsciously raised his head and saw a beautiful woman wearing a long red shoulder strap dress standing in front of him. She was carrying a brand-name bag with H starting, wearing a beautiful ring and bracelet on her hand, and a delicate makeup on her face as big as a palm, which made her already 80-inch facial features look very much. Almost everyone in the entire cafe was staring at her, suspecting that she was a star.

A name emerges from the depths of a distant memory.

Fucheng: "Su Qiao?"

The beautiful young woman stretched out her snow-white hand and tied her hair behind her ears. When she smiled, her bright eyes turned into a beautiful crescent shape: "Can I sit down?"

Fucheng was stunned for a moment: "...of course."

After sitting down, Su Qiao ordered a cappuccino. Her eyes stopped on Fucheng's face for a few seconds, and smiled and said, "Long time no see. I just passed by the door and saw you, but I thought I had read it wrong. You haven't changed at all, Fucheng, exactly the same as ten years ago."

Fu Cheng glanced at the woman's bright vermilion nails and his voice was calm: "You haven't changed either."

Su Qiao: "How come you are here?"

Fucheng: "I came with my friend, and he will do something. Where are you?"

Su Qiao smiled sweetly, she turned sideways and pointed to the apartment across the road: "I live here."

Fu Cheng looked in the direction of her finger.

In the cafe, the music echoed gently. Fucheng didn't know what to say, but like ten years ago, this woman, the girl back then, always looked for various topics and took the initiative to talk to him.

"What are you doing recently? I heard that you seem to have retired and are not an Air Force?" As with her outstanding appearance, her voice is also very moving. "Fucheng, your WeChat is set up to not allow group chats to add friends. I'll add your friends."

It was really hard to refuse, Fucheng took out his cell phone and both sides added friends.

Fucheng nodded softly: "I retired and am working outside now."

He didn't mean to say much, Su Xiao stared at him. After a moment, she smiled even more charmingly: "You are the same as before, don't like to talk. I'm really happy to see you today. There are too many things recently. Seeing you is probably the best news I have ever encountered."

Fucheng looked up at her: "What's wrong?"

Su Qiao smiled cheerfully and said, "I'm going through the divorce procedures recently, so I'm a little annoyed."

"..." He didn't know what to say.

The woman took the hair that fell before pulling her forehead: "Talk about it, are you married?"

Fucheng: "No."

Su Qiao smiled and said, "Are you in love?"

“…”

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Su Qiao: "By the way, do you remember the little gangster who fought with you back then, named Qiu Mingjie."

"Um."

"I met him at a class reunion last year, but unfortunately you didn't come at that time. He got fat in his twenties. Now he laughs when he sees everyone, which is completely different from before."

"Um."

"And Zhang Yang, the one who has been at the same table with you for half a semester."

"Um."

"He told me that it seemed like it was five years ago when you met you in the army and you have never been able to attend our class reunion. Everyone wants to see you again."

"Um."

After a long period of silence, no one spoke.

Su Qiao smiled helplessly: "Fucheng, don't you want to see me?"

Fucheng looked up at her: "No."

Staring at the person in front of her seriously, she smiled, but it was not a pleasant smile: "I always owe you an sorry for that incident back then. Fucheng, I'm sorry, because of my vanity, I also wanted to buy new mobile phones and those things..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Su Qiao sighed softly: "What did I say about this?" She laughed again: "But there is one thing you don't know. You are the only boy I have ever chased in my life."

Looking at the woman smiling in front of her, Fu Cheng's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang. Seeing the name on the screen, Fu Cheng was slightly stunned and subconsciously looked at the entrance of the community across the road, but he didn't see the man.

Reach the phone.

"Teacher Zhuo."

"Where have you been? Why didn't I see you?"

"I'm in a coffee shop across the street. You don't have to come out, I'll go find you."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Cheng raised his head, and his tone became lighter as he spoke: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first." As he said that, he put down two bills on the table, "I'll ask for coffee."

Su Qiao was stunned: "Fucheng?"

Fucheng stood up: "My friend doesn't like waiting for someone, so I'll leave first."

Su Qiao looked at him and smiled slowly, nodding: "Okay, let's talk next time."

Pushing open the door of the cafe and crossing the road, Fucheng found Mr. Zhuo who was impatient in the lobby on the first floor.

Zhuo Huan looked at him up and down, chuckled, "Why do you seem to be in a good mood, Fucheng."

Fucheng: "...is it?"

Zhuo Huan: "Yes."

Fucheng didn't reply.

When I got home, it was already dark.

The shadows of trees in the community were swaying, as if it was going to rain tomorrow, the wind broke the flowers and the leaves were blown roaring. After getting off the car, Zhuo Huan lit a cigarette. Fucheng glanced at him and said nothing. The two walked into the house, and Zhuo Huan wiped the cigarette in the white fine rocks at the elevator entrance before taking the elevator.

The house was a staircase and a household. When we arrived at the door, Fucheng took out the key and opened the door. Zhuo Huan stood behind him.

A click.

It's a lighter.

Fucheng turned around and looked at him.

Zhuo Huan didn't smoke, he just played with the flint of the lighter casually.

Fucheng turned around and continued to open the door, but heard the man's casual voice coming from behind.

"Who is that woman? Fucheng."

The hand holding the key paused slightly, and Fucheng slowly turned around and looked at him.

"My ex-girlfriend." He answered calmly.

Zhuo Huan smiled. He lifted Fucheng's chin, approached him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really a straight man, Fucheng?"

Fucheng was silent.

Zhuo Huan looked at him firmly and laughed out from his nose: "Why don't you say it's not?"

Fucheng looked up at him: "Then are you a straight man?"

Zhuo Huan: "What do you think, I like men."

Fucheng said "Oh" calmly, and asked back, "What do you think of me?"

Are you a straight man?

I like men.

Zhuo Huan stared at him without blinking. The next moment, he reached out and patted Fu Cheng on the cheek, then lowered his head and kissed him.

Behind him was the cold metal door panel, and in front of him was the man's hot kiss, covering the sky and surgingly. The elevator two meters away suddenly moved, as if someone had pressed the button and wanted to take the elevator.
To be continued...