It was July, and the sun was scorching. It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and the strong heat could no longer be resisted. With the asphalt road burning by the sun, the pedestrians' feet were scalping. The white-collar workers were walking in a hurry. First, they were so hot that they just wanted to enter the building early to enjoy the air conditioning; second, they were almost late.

When Fucheng took the elevator to UAag headquarters, as soon as he left the elevator, he saw several workers carrying wooden ladders and being renovated.

He glanced at it and walked into the uaag headquarters.

As soon as I walked in, I heard Su Fei ask, "What is that at the door? Lina, we are the only one on this floor. Who are those people decorating it for?"

Lina looked up from the computer and smiled slightly: "Dear fly, you said that there is only uaag on this floor. Who do you think those workers are going to decorate it?"

Old Joseph said in surprise: "Give it to uaag?"

lina: "Yes."

Old Joseph: "Why do you suddenly need to renovate again?"

lina smiled: "Change the decoration style and change the mood. The last decoration was a year ago. Old Joseph, don't you think you should change the working environment more so that we can better stimulate our enthusiasm for work?"

Old Joseph laughed: "If we really work in this building, instead of running around the world every time."

lina blinked, not intending to debate her extravagant hobby again.

Fucheng walked to his seat and sat down. Su Fei saw that he was coming, took a pack of small cakes from the drawer and handed them over: "Brother Fu, can you try it? It's very delicious."

Fucheng glanced at him and smiled and said, "I came after breakfast, so I'm not hungry."

The punk boy nodded and shared his newly discovered food with old Joseph.

Until ten o'clock noon, Mr. Zhuo came late.

After a week off, I just returned to UAag, and everyone was a little absent-minded. After a morning, I didn’t do much work. This is the feature of UAag: Once I receive a job commission, I will be very busy. Working overtime and staying up late is a common thing, and I often have to endure various difficult working environments. But if there is no job commission, what they do every day is to organize the information and study the relevant directions they are interested in. Sometimes Zhuo Huan will also find the aviation materials they are interested in and study them with them.

But it is obvious that Mr. Zhuo was not interested in it today.

He walked to Lina's table, knocked his fingers, and his voice faintly: "Where is my private lounge planning?"

lina pointed in a direction.

Su Fei: "Fuck?! It turns out that redecoration is all about getting a bed for Rip?"

Old Joseph: "...Luxury, really luxury! Reid, decoration is not good for people's health. Shouldn't we have a long holiday?"

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyes and tickled: "You have just returned from vacation."

Old Joseph said sincerely: "I don't mind taking a few more days off."

After all, they just have a bad temper and are not inhumane. Su Fei and Old Joseph begged a few more words, and Zhuo Huan approved everyone's vacation and allowed them not to come to work at UAag headquarters before the decoration was over. Everyone cheered, and even Lina was hooked with red lips and was in a happy mood.

Zhuo Huan raised his head and said, "You won't have a holiday."

On the seat, the young man who had been sitting calmly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan. The two looked at each other quietly. After a few seconds, Fucheng asked, "Why."

Su Fei: "Yes, why.rip, why doesn't Fucheng have a holiday?"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "He has other things to do, do you care about that much?"

You care so much.

You have a lot of care, Fucheng.

My heart was slightly touched, and Fucheng lowered his eyes and sorted out the information on the table.

The underage was blown away by Zhuo Huan's words: "Why, I can't ask a few questions? Old Joseph, do you think Rip suddenly doesn't give Brother Fu a holiday? He treats himself differently, and he is not allowed to be curious about asking a few questions."

Zhuo Huanli ignored him, walked to the sofa, and lay down very skillfully. However, this time he did not sleep, but held his cell phone and didn't know who he was talking to.

Half an hour later, Fucheng suddenly received a call. He was slightly stunned when he saw the name on the screen of his mobile phone. He walked out of the office and answered the call. After returning, Fucheng said to Su Fei: "Teacher Zhuo is right, I have something to do."

Su Fei: "????"

Fucheng didn't say anything more. The punk boy looked confused and poked old Joseph's arm: "What's this for? Why do I feel strange?"

Old Joseph's eyes swayed on Zhuo Huan and Fucheng. He recalled the scene he saw at the door of Fucheng's house a few months ago and smiled: "You little kid, what do you know? Don't you want to have a holiday? Let's go, what should you eat for lunch today?"

Su Fei and Old Joseph left first, Lina slightly confirmed some procedures with the construction team members and left first.

Before leaving, the beautiful blonde girl stood by the glass door and asked with a smile: "Do you need me to arrange your itinerary for you in the future?"

Fucheng asked: "...you know what we are going to do, lina?"

Lina smiled and said, "Of course. Although Reid didn't tell me, I've guessed the general situation. The factories and laboratories of COMAC are all on the beach, far from where you live. Do I need me to arrange a car?"

“I bought a car.”

lina looked at her friend in surprise: "When did you buy a car, reid."

Zhuo Huan lay on the sofa, looking at his phone, and said, "Last week."

lina smiled and said, "Okay, then it seems I don't need to arrange a trip for you. Then see you after the decoration is over?"

Fucheng: "Goodbye."

Zhuo Huan waved his hand holding the cell phone.

The automatic sensing glass door clicked and closed gently. In the quiet office, the central air conditioner blew in a low voice, and Fucheng was replying to emails. Apart from the whistle and whistle of the air conditioner, there was only the crackling sound of the keyboard. After a long time, the last word was finished and sent out.

The keyboard typing sound disappeared.

Fu Cheng sat in a swivel chair, looking at the flashing computer screen. Not far behind him was the man lying on the sofa playing with his phone. He clearly felt that the man was not looking at himself, he was just looking at his phone. However, in this long and desolate silence, the air frozen everything.

I don't know how to move, nor do I know what to say.

Every second is like a year.

Until I received the email from the reply, Fucheng turned his chair and said, "Go to COMAC factory at 2 pm? I said this on the email I received."

Zhuo Huan's gaze moved from the phone screen for a second, looked at him, and then withdrew it: "Yes."

Fucheng didn't know what to say, so he turned around again.

After a long time, there was a rustling noise behind him. Zhuo Huan stood up and walked over: "Would you like to have lunch together?"

Fucheng looked up at him: "No need."

Zhuo Huan lowered his head and looked at him steadily. He suddenly smiled: "What are you doing? Just have a meal. Go to COMAC after you finish eating."

Fucheng: "I bought a bread. Teacher Zhuo, do you want to eat bread with me?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh."

He did not agree or say no, but the man strode past his desk, walked straight to the gate of uaag, and then did not look back. He was finally the only one left in the spacious office. After a long time, Fu Cheng's stiff body suddenly relaxed, as if he suddenly felt his back was wet with sweat at this moment.

Fu Cheng sat on the chair and lost his strength. After a few minutes, he opened the drawer and took out a piece of bread from it. He got up and walked a few steps, but then went back and opened the drawer and took a bottle of oral glucose from it.

At half past eleven, Fucheng received news from Zhuo Huan and asked him to meet him in the underground parking lot.

After waiting in the parking lot for a minute, Zhuo Huan drove the car in front of him. Fucheng opened the door and got into the co-pilot.

It was a Ferrari with low-key black and not particularly low chassis. Zhuo Huan wore sunglasses and turned the steering wheel with one hand. The moment the car drove out of the underground parking lot, dazzling sunlight passed through the front window of the car, reflected on the man's slightly raised chin. He chewed chewing gum in his mouth and reached out to open the speaker in the car.

Amid the melodious and beautiful English songs, neither of them spoke.

Two hours later, I arrived at COMAC's T1 factory by the East China Sea.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a little short and not abusive, let's relax.

I just happened to think about the plot of the new volume.

Heathcliff in the previous volume is Zhuo Anxi, but he talks about people and the protagonist. It is definitely impossible to finish the entire volume like the previous volume of the plane accident. So although this chapter is a new volume, I will continue to talk about Zhuo Anxi and Fu Chengcheng, not only one of them~
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