Fucheng glanced at her silently, and then said softly: "Okay."

The students burst into laughter.

Fucheng and Su Qiao walked out of the private room side by side. When they arrived downstairs, the express driver who called him had been waiting for a long time. Fucheng opened the door for Su Qiao, and after she entered, he opened the door from the other side.

The car started slowly.

The silent carriage formed a sharp contrast with the chaotic private room just now, and Fucheng looked out the window.

No one knew how long it took, and a hoarse female voice sounded: "Fucheng."

Fucheng turned around and looked at her.

In the dim light, the beautiful woman's eyes were slightly red and she showed a weak and helpless smile at him: "Do you hate me very much?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "No."

Su Qiao laughed at herself and said, "I was sorry for you at the beginning. I know that in your heart I am a very disgusting woman."

"No, you're thinking too much."

"I'm really sorry for you. I've always regretted what happened back then. But over the years..." His voice suddenly rose, but for some reason, it gradually lowered. Su Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "I've always missed you very much in the past few years. I've never liked someone so much. The day before I got married, I was still wondering if you would suddenly appear and tell me not to get married and take me away."

Seeing that the woman was clearly laughing but seemed to be crying, Fucheng opened his lips, but he really didn't know what to say.

Su Qiao looked at him: "But when I was getting a divorce, I suddenly saw you on the street again. Do you think this is fate?"

In the dimly lit carriage, the woman looked at him hopefully.

After a long time, Fucheng avoided her gaze: "Sorry."

Su Qiao slowly opened her eyes wide, and she turned her head. In the quiet carriage, the woman's low sob sounded faintly.

He sent Su Qiao to her community. Fucheng didn't want to get off the car, but Su Qiao had already wiped away her tears. He stood outside the car window, bent down and said with a smile: "Fucheng, let's go with me again. I'm drunk too much today and I feel like I can't stand firm."

Fucheng had no choice but to get off the car.

In the cool evening breeze, the two of them were walking in the garden of the community, while Fucheng was listening to Su whispering about what happened in high school.

"Fucheng, you are the hardest person I have ever chased! What kind of woman would you like? I am so beautiful and so kind to you. I chased you for a semester, a semester! You agreed. I secretly told you that I wanted to give up at that time..."

"Do you remember the card you gave me for a month in love? I have always kept it in my collection and it is still in the dressing table, and it has not been thrown away..."

"There are also tickets for the remake of the Titanic movie we'll watch together, I'll keep it..."

P is basically Su Qiao alone and Fucheng listens quietly. Just like ten years ago, when they were students, it was the same.

After talking a lot, Su Qiao slowly stopped her voice. After a long time, she asked softly: "Have you ever talked to a girlfriend over the years?"

Fucheng glanced at her: "No."

"Then why can't you look at me?"

“…”

"Because I've ever married?"

"Feel sorry."

Su Qiao reached out to cover her face, but secretly missed a gap to look at Fucheng. Women, especially a beautiful woman, look at you with such sad and sad eyes, even the most stern person will feel soft-hearted.

Su Qiao: "Is it really impossible for us?"

Fucheng: "...I'm sorry."

Su Qiao laughed, as if she was holding back her tears and tilted her head: "Then can you kiss me? This is my regret. I have never kissed you back then, I only kissed your cheek. You don't have a girlfriend now, and my appearance should not be a loss for you. Can you satisfy your first love girlfriend's simple little wish?"

Fucheng was speechless.

Su Qiao pretended to be surprised: "Can this be your first kiss?"

Fucheng was suddenly stunned. Suddenly, in front of his eyes, the man pressed him between his chest and the door panel in the narrow and cramped room. Zhuo Huan lowered his head, and he couldn't help but raise his head. Then, they began to kiss, kissing wildly. The passion and love were entangled. The kiss was so hot that it was until now that he suddenly thought that his lips were slightly hot.

Su Qiao: "Fucheng?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng stretched out his hand and gently hugged the girl in front of him.

"Sorry, I'm not for you, you have something better."

The smile on Su Qiao's face froze for a moment. After a few seconds, she also reached out to hug the young man. She buried her face in his chest and took a few deep breaths. Su Qiao said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

Sending the girl in her memory into the building, Su Qiao kept looking back frequently and smiling, waving goodbye to Fucheng. Her sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes were exactly the same as in her memory. When she disappeared in the elevator, Fucheng looked down at his palm.

If he hadn't entered UAAG, if there was no Rogue's 318 air crash five years ago, he thought, he might have really been with Su Qiao.

If it weren't for Zhuo Huan.

Taking out the phone from his pocket, Fu Cheng turned around and opened the taxi call software, preparing to take a taxi home. However, the moment he turned down, his body suddenly froze. He slowly raised his head and saw a tall, thin and handsome man holding a cigarette in his mouth under the moonlight. Zhuo Huan put one hand in his pocket and the other hand in the plastic bag from the convenience store, looking at him with his lower eyes.

Breathing was suffocated for a moment.

After a few seconds, Fucheng put down his cell phone and smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuo, such a coincidence."

Zhuo Huan clamped the cigarette with his hand, sniffed a sip of smoke, and said coldly: "Unfortunately, my home is behind you."

Fucheng: "I sent my classmates home, and she lives here too."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I saw it, a very beautiful woman. Is she your first love?"

Fucheng: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan laughed slowly: "Wow, are you planning to rekindle your old love?"

Fucheng had no answer.

"Living here, your ex-girlfriend is very rich and beautiful."

Fucheng: "Are you going out to buy something?"

Zhuo Huan shook the plastic bag in his hand: "Well, do you want to see it?"

This scene seemed familiar, and Fucheng slowly opened his mouth.

Zhuo Huan answered him directly: "The condom is used up."

a long time.

Fucheng: "Oh. I'll go home first, Teacher Zhuo."

The young man walked towards the community gate. When he walked to the man, a low and hoarse laughter came into Fucheng's ears through the wet evening breeze.

"It's so late."

Fucheng stopped and turned to look at him.

Zhuo Huan smoked a cigarette and looked down at him: "It's so late, won't your girlfriend stay with you for the night?"

Fucheng smiled softly: "It's not a good night's sleep, she's a girl."

Zhuo Huan: "Conservative? Don't have sex before marriage?"

As if he noticed what he was going to say next, Fucheng looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "That's a pity. She has never seen you look on the bed, so it looks so good." Before she could say it, her eyes suddenly fell into the quiet pupils of the young man, and the sarcastic words she wanted to say suddenly became even more in her throat.

In the cool evening breeze, there is endless silence.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt extremely bored. He closed his eyes impatiently and said, "Fucheng."

"Teacher Zhuo, is there anything else?"

Looking at him steadily, countless words piled up in his throat, some cursing, some ironic, some irrelevant, and some magnificent. Like the wind, he came in from every gap in all directions. But when he recalled the scene he had just seen, the young man's extremely gentle hug turned pale and powerlessly.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan looked at the young man in front of him and tickled: "When you went to bed with me, you never hugged me so gently."

His fingers were pinching into his palms one by one. Fu Cheng heard his replies, and his tone was surprised and natural: "I thought that falling in love requires gentleness. Teacher Zhuo, don't the cannon friends just need passion?"

In the quiet late night, Zhuo Huan slowly took a breath of cigarette.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Yes, you are very passionate in bed."

Fucheng slowly stopped his smile, and his voice calmed down: "Teacher Zhuo, is there anything else?"

Zhuo Huan: "No."

Fucheng: "Goodbye, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, goodbye."

Step by step, walk out of this community and walk to the side of the road.

The stomach hurts so much, Fucheng slowly squats down. He looks at the asphalt road with a pale face and looks at it without saying a word. Ten minutes later, he stood up and should take a taxi home, but he looked up and saw the convenience store across the road.

The logo of the convenience store is the same as what Zhuo Huan was holding just now.

By the way, Fucheng walked in. He stood in front of the cashier and looked down at the shelves with sex toys.

After a while, the convenience store employee came over and said, "Sir, do you want to buy something?"

Fucheng slowly raised his finger and pointed at it: "Are these left?"

The employee glanced at it: "Oh, someone bought a lot of this before, but they haven't restocked it yet. There are other things in the warehouse. Do you want me to bring them to you?"

Fucheng laughed silently, and he shook his head.
Chapter completed!