By the door in the distance, Zhuo Huan looked at him tightly.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan turned around and walked into the smoking room. He sat on the sofa, looked up at the sky, and gently spit out a cigarette ring. His fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly. He suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to watch for a long time. One day, one month, and one year.

However, the next second, the underground parking lot suddenly flashed in my mind, and the man looked calm and indifferent when he turned around.

In an instant, everyone who wanted to rush out and grab the man's hand immediately and press him to fuck him, disappeared in this moment.

“That’s fucking boring.”

When I returned to the hotel in the evening, Fucheng got into the car and found that Zhuo Huan was already sitting in the back seat.

Instead of sitting with Zhuo Huan, he sat opposite him.

After driving for a while, Zhuo Huan said, "Go back to Shencheng next week."

Fucheng raised his head: "Has the landing gear improved?"

Zhuo Huan: "With the direction of improvement, you can directly draw the laboratory conclusion in three days."

Fucheng: "Yes."

Then, there was a long silence.

Fucheng: "Su Fei told me today that he is in Tokyo now and is doing experiments for you."

Zhuo Huan finally had an expression on his cold face. He said with a strange expression and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Fucheng: "Yes."

"Ha, I'm going to keep it confidential."

"It seems you said the same to me."

Zhuo Huan raised his head and looked at the young man.

Fucheng lowered his eyes and his voice was calm: "A month ago, you said you wanted to figure out the direction of improvement of Maifei's new model and told me not to tell others."

Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his tone: "Oh, yes, that's the case."

"Then Su Fei is not confidential, you are lying to him first."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "The more people you know, the less safe they will be, and Mai Fei will find it. Fucheng, don't you understand this?"

Fucheng glanced at him: "Yes."

Back to the hotel and enter the elevator. Along the way, there was silent silence and no one spoke.

When he reached the twenty-third floor, the elevator door opened and Zhuo Huan walked out first. Fu Cheng looked at his back and suddenly lost the strength to follow him. He just watched Zhuo Huan walk forward until the elevator door was closed. Fu Cheng quickly pressed the elevator door, he raised his eyes, struggled with a glimmer of hope, and looked at the slowly opening crack of the elevator door.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger.

The light is getting brighter and brighter...

But no one was waiting there.

It was still the back, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and he was about to walk to his room at the end of the corridor. He did not look back or take a look.

Fu Cheng silently and walked out of the elevator.

Neither of them spoke, took out their room cards, opened the door, and entered the house.

Shortly after returning to the room, Fucheng received a call from Lina.

"Fu, I'm in the Western Restaurant on the third floor. I just returned to Los Angeles. You have already arrived at the hotel. Have you had dinner? Do you want to come down with Reid to have dinner with me? I asked the restaurant to keep three great beef, with the one from you and Reid."

Fucheng smiled and said, "No, I'm not hungry."

Lina said in surprise: "Don't you really come?"

"No, thank you."

"Well, see you tomorrow, I wish you a good dream, good night."

"Good night."

After simply washing up, Fu Cheng wiped his hair and the cries of his stomach sounded in the quiet room. He thought blankly that he didn't seem to have had dinner. He opened the small refrigerator in the hotel suite, which contained all kinds of food. Fu Cheng took a piece of bread out. He quietly tore the bread into small pieces and put it in his mouth.

Chew carefully seven times each time and then swallow.

After silently eating a whole piece of bread, he stood up and turned off the light.

***

The third floor of the hotel, Western restaurant.

Zhuo Huan walked into the restaurant and found Lina. The waiter pulled a chair for him.

Lina looked at her friend: "The Western restaurant should have closed, but I guessed that you hadn't eaten yet, so I asked the chef to wait for a while. I've already set the staple food, and you can see what else you want, Reid, what do you want to eat."

Zhuo Huan didn't read the recipe handed over by the waiter, so he spoke a few words of French and directly determined the meal he wanted.

Lina: "What a pity. I seemed to be sleepy. I specially left a piece of beef for him."

Zhuo Huan didn't even raise his eyelids, but just let out a chuckle from his throat.

As soon as the appetizer was served, Lina looked up and saw someone, she said in surprise: "Uncle Patrick."

Zhuo Huan paused his hand with a knife and fork and turned around. Seeing the man, he directly tickled.

The waiter opened the chair for him, and Mr. Zhuo sat down directly. He ignored his son and said to Lina first: "I heard from the chef that a beautiful and generous lady asked him to keep three portions of beef. I think, who else can be praised by him in this hotel? It's you, Lina."

Lina smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Uncle Patrick."

Zhuo Jing: "Do you mind if I taste the extra piece of beef you have?"

Lina: "Of course I don't mind."

Lina gave a few instructions to the waiter and asked the chef to cook the beef reserved specifically for Fucheng and serve it to Zhuo Jing.

The three of them had a meal together for a while, and Mr. Zhuo and Lina were talking and laughing. Mr. Zhuo pretended that these two people did not exist and sneered and sneered at their own food.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhuo turned his head and looked at his son, sighing, "I heard that you hit the Pagani that Dad gave you yesterday, Reid?"

Zhuo Huan asked with a smile: "The whole of the United States knows about this, asks knowingly?"

Zhuo Jing frowned gracefully and said helplessly: "You, you really know how to spend money. Did your mother say anything to you yesterday?"

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, I'm done." As he said that, he stood up, turned around and left.

Lina called him: "Reid, there are still several dishes that haven't served."

Mr. Zhuo didn't plan to call his son again, because he knew that even if he called, his son wouldn't come back. He said to the waiter directly: "Take all his tableware. I have long felt that the table is too small and not enough to be placed."

After sitting directly at the position where Zhuo Huan had just sat, Mr. Zhuo talked to Lina again.

After the two tasted the staple food, the chef came to them. Mr. Zhuo never stings with his praise. He expressed his love for today's dishes in French.

After the chef left, Lina wiped the corner of her mouth before serving dessert and asked, "Uncle Patrick, did Aunt Kelly also be in the underground parking lot yesterday?"

People in the United States only know that a Pagani worth tens of millions was hit and destroyed by a rich second generation in Waldorf's parking lot, but they don't know why it was hit and destroyed. After this incident, Zhuo Jing received news and quickly blocked all the information, and even Lina could not find out the reason.

Mr. Zhuo glanced at the blonde woman opposite the table and smiled gentlemanly: "Yes, Reid's mother is here too."

Lina: "What is Auntie Kelly doing there?"

Mr. Zhuo smiled: "Why don't you ask Reid?"

Lina blinked helplessly and didn't ask any more questions.

It is obvious that Mr. Zhuo didn't want to mention what happened that night at all, and of course she wouldn't ask.

The two of them finished the expensive French meal with a chat and laughter. Mr. Zhuo said: "By the way, Lina, I have asked someone to book a hotel again. Before leaving Los Angeles, you can stay in a hotel."

Lina wondered, "Uncle Patrick?"

"Reid's mother already knows this place, so it's better to change to a hotel."

"Uncle Patrick, you're really trying to know the reason."

Mr. Zhuo thought for a while and blinked gently: "Although you and Kelly don't have much chance to get in touch, I also advise you not to have any contact with her. Believe me, staying away from her is an extremely correct decision."

Lina slowly looked right, looked at the man opposite the table, and was silent for a moment, and said, "Uncle Patrick, you are my elder, but I don't agree. You use such words to evaluate your wife in front of a junior. Aunt Kelly, she is your wife."

Mr. Zhuo: "Oh?"

Lina smiled slightly: "I'll go back to the room first, Uncle Patrick, goodbye."

Mr. Zhuo said helplessly: "Wait, Lina, I don't want a beautiful lady to misunderstand me. Believe me, I'm just telling the truth. Well... Do you remember six years ago when I wanted to divorce Reid's mother?"

Lina frowned and said, "Of course."

“We didn’t get divorced at that time.”

"Because Aunt Kelly called Reid back, Reid persuaded you."

Mr. Zhuo rarely smiles like this sarcastic smile. He curled the corners of his lips, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Yes, yes, she called Reid home, but she did not ask Reid to persuade me."

Lina realized something was wrong, and she hesitated: "Uncle Patrick?"

Mr. Zhuo said calmly: "She just put a knife on her son's neck, and then told me, if I abandon her..."

"She will kill my son."

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