After a pause, Fucheng: "Isn't it really happening?"

"No! Of course not!"

Fucheng raised his eyebrows.

At the same time, in Mai Fei's laboratory, Zhuo Huan walked out of the laboratory with his hands in his pocket. He walked to the door of the smoking room, pushed open the glass door with one hand, and took out the silver cigarette box from his pocket with the other. He gently pressed his fingers on the side, and a cigarette popped out and lit it with a click.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Zhuo Huan saw Fu Cheng standing next to the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the smoking room, as if he was calling someone.

He narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the tall and thin figure of the young man.

The door of the smoking room was pushed open again.

Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at it, his disdainful look on his face slightly restrained, and he nodded to his teacher.

Thor Reiner rarely smokes. He was also a smoker when he was young, but when he got older, he slowly quit this damn thing. After he walked into the smoking room, he did not smoke or speak, but walked to the bar and brought himself a bottle of whiskey.

Zhuo Huan watched him walk over until he opened the bottle of wine. He spoke: "Smoke harms the body, so will wine not harm the body?"

Mr. Reina sneered, not caring about Mr. Zhuo's concern for the sun coming from the west.

Picking up an ice cube, pouring whiskey in. Thor Reiner looked at his former student coldly: "When will you come back."

Zhuo Huan looked at him and asked back: "When did I say I'm going to come back?"

Mr. Reid sarcastically said, "Then do you want to stay in that UCG investigation team forever? Be a boring and useless air crash investigator? What a waste, Reid, you really disappointed me."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, fortunately your disappointment will not sentence me to hell, nor will I lose a penny."

"Come on, grabbing that plane is enough to make you bankrupt!"

Zhuo Huan: "I won't go bankrupt."

The white-haired old man smiled: "Can you last this year?"

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment. When he raised his head again, he showed a familiar confident and arrogant smile: "That's so regretful. If I'm really about to go bankrupt, I can only go back and inherit the Patrick Group. I really don't want to inherit the Patrick Group at all, it's so painful."

Mr. Reiner: “…”

Fuck, this kid is still so annoying!

Mr. Reid Irvin Patrick said coldly: "You will come back sooner or later, or come back in shame. You want to design a plane. From the moment you come to the Maifei factory, you can't help it. Your blood is beating all over your body. Tsk, Reid Irvin Patrick, you can't hide it from my eyes. The moment you step onto the land of Los Angeles, you think about coming back every second." After that, he walked away with the victor's conceit.

Just as Mr. Reina was about to leave the smoking room, Zhuo Huan silent for a long time and spoke again: "There is a proverb in China that calls for horses not to eat back."

Reiner stopped and looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette mouth, looked at him with a smile, and spit out a cigarette ring: "Don't worry, I will never return to Mai Fei in my life to say what you said just now."

Reiner: "…"

Leaving a sneer, Thor Reiner pushed the door and left.

After smoking, Zhuo Huan walked to the balcony, and Fucheng also hung up the phone with Su Fei.

Zhuo Huan asked lazily: "Who are you calling?"

Fucheng raised his head and replied: "Su Fei."

Zhuo Huan's eyes moved, and he asked calmly: "What are you doing?"

Fucheng shook his head: "I don't know, he seems to have something to do, but he refuses to say it."

Zhuo Huan opened the topic: "Oh. How is the data?"

Fucheng: "Everything was done just now."

Zhuo Huan: "Well, then you go back to the hotel."

Without any extra words, Zhuo Huan turned around and walked into the laboratory with the smell of smoke that had not yet dissipated. Fu Cheng looked at his back, silent for a while, and turned around and left.

Fucheng knew what Zhuo Huan meant. He planned to work overtime again tonight, so he asked himself to go back first.

Sitting in the car, Fucheng thought about it and sent a message: [Tell me when I returned to the hotel in the evening and I will send you information.]

It took an hour to receive a reply.

【Zhuo Huan: Yes.】

Until two o'clock in the morning, he did not receive any news from a man. Fucheng fell asleep on the sofa. After waking up in the morning, he turned on his phone. At three o'clock, Zhuo Huan sent a message.

After washing up, hesitated for a few seconds. Fucheng took the information and knocked on Zhuo Huan's door.

I originally thought this man should be sleeping, but unexpectedly, the door was opened in a few seconds. The moment the door was opened, the strong and pungent smell of smoke made Fucheng frown involuntarily. After Zhuo Huan opened the door for him, he walked back to the study room without looking at him at all. After sitting down in the study room, he remembered: "Have you brought the information?"

Fucheng put the information on the table and asked, "Did you sleep all night?"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "He provoked me."

Fucheng: "…what?"

Zhuo Huan grabbed his hair irritably: "It's nothing. What time is it?"

Fucheng glanced at his watch: "Third at 9:30."

"Hold!"

It seemed that he had been installed with a clockwork suddenly, and the man moved quickly. He took off his clothes in front of Fu Cheng and changed into a new one. His body was full of smoke. He looked up and asked Fu Cheng: "Do you have perfume?"

Fucheng: "..."

"Why do you think I have perfume?"

Zhuo Huan frowned: "No?"

Fucheng was silent for a long time: "...yes."

I took a bottle of men's perfume from my room and Fucheng sprayed it on the man. In fact, Fucheng never likes to use perfume. This perfume was bought by Lina for shopping before leaving Los Angeles for vacation. Everyone has gifts. Su Fei is the latest game console, Old Joseph is the fitness ring, Fucheng is the perfume. No one knows what Zhuo Huan is.

Changing into clean clothes, spraying perfume to cover up the smell of smoke on his body, Zhuo Huan grabbed his hair in the mirror and tied it into a small tug.

Fucheng couldn't help asking, "Who are you going to meet?"

Zhuo Huan: "Ha?"

After silence, Fucheng didn't ask any more, but Zhuo Huan understood what he meant. He curled the corner of his mouth, whispered "ah" gently, pinched Fucheng's chin, and forced him to look up and look at him. "Yes, I'm going to see someone."

Fucheng looked calm: "Oh."

Looking at the youth's expression, Zhuo Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and patted Fu Cheng's cheek: "I really want to fuck you now."

Fucheng left his face and avoided Zhuo Huan's actions. He asked, "Is the person you want to meet Mr. Thor Reiner?"

Zhuo Huan silenced. After a while, he sneered: "Can he let him know that I haven't slept all night just to figure out what stupid things he did on that plane?"

Fu Cheng glanced at him and didn't say anything again.

The two got off the elevator together.

Zhuo Huan leaned against the elevator railing and put his hands in his pockets. Because he was too tired, he frowned irritably. Through the mirror of the elevator, Fu Cheng quietly looked at him.

Zhuo Huan rarely wears clothes so seriously, carries his hair so seriously, and sprays perfume on himself.

Excessively superior appearance always makes people forget his overly casual outfit every day. However, after carefully retouching, he tilted his head slightly, and the action of tidying up the mechanical watch strap is an indescribable handsome and elegant look.

This person may have really inherited his father's genes.

His handsome eyebrows and long eyes, his nose is as tall as a sharp bridge, and his thin lips are always sarcastic. His long and thick eyelashes blocked those eyes, but Fucheng knew that those eyes were as bright as the morning stars, and contained the starlight of the entire universe.

Fucheng looked at the person in the mirror quietly, and suddenly Zhuo Huan raised his head, and in the mirror, the two of them suddenly looked at each other.

Before Fucheng could withdraw his gaze, he subconsciously showed a look of surprise on his face, and then quickly turned his face away.

The air was silent for a moment, and only the sound of mechanical operation was heard in the elevator.

His breath became thicker, and Fucheng looked down at the ground. He heard the man's smile behind him.

"Fucheng."

Then he calmly responded: "Hmm?"

"Do you know when I first wanted to fuck you?"

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated and it was ringing in the throat. Fucheng raised his eyes and calmly returned to a single syllable word: "Hmm?"

Zhuo Huan looked at his calm look and smiled: "Japan Airlines 917, on the plane that went to the Arctic for a test flight. You squat and apply medicine to me. Do you know what is written on your face?"

Even his breathing was almost suffocated by his rapid heartbeat, but he knew that this man would not be able to give any good answer. Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze at the man and his tone was indifferent: "I don't know, nor do I want to know... Um..."

The warm kiss sealed the man's soft but ruthless lips.

Zhuo Huan clasped Fucheng's wrist and pressed him against the cold elevator wall. He lowered his head and kissed him hard. The familiar temperature and smell made his body faster than consciousness and began to respond. Fucheng opened his lips, turned his head slightly, closed his eyes, and kissed the man in the falling elevator.

The tip of his tongue licked every inch of the young man's skin, forcibly possessed it, and then left the breath that belonged to Zhuo Huan.

The two kissed passionately until their lips were red and swollen, and the corners of their lips were filled with colorless water. Fucheng lowered his head and gasped, and he reached out to wipe away the saliva that had belonged to whom he had. Zhuo Huan held his face and looked straight into the depths of his eyes, saying word by word: "Like just now, Fucheng, your face is written-"

"You want to be fucked by me."

"From that time, I miss you. I miss you so much..."

The fine and gentle kiss fell on the young man's slightly swollen lips. It was not as intense as before, but it was like a warm wind that hit his chest. Fu Cheng couldn't help but raise his head and kissed the man gently. For the first time, he suddenly had the courage and suddenly wanted to hold this man's hand.

The next moment, Zhuo Huan sneered and let go of her hand, turned around and walked towards his car. He turned around, not to his mother, but to Fucheng, "Are you fucking stupid? Come here!"
To be continued...