After a moment, "Fucheng, you can't say two more words!"

It was obvious that the complaint was said from the woman's mouth, but it was graceful and pleasant.

Fucheng really didn't know what to say. He noticed Su Qiao's intention, but his heart was silent. Even the girl he had liked sat in front of him and hinted and made it clear to him. After a brief silence, Fucheng was about to speak when he heard a deliberately raised voice sound from behind him: "wow, such a coincidence."

The body suddenly froze at this moment.

Su Qiao raised her head and looked at the cold and cold face. The next moment she remembered the other person's identity. She raised her hand and held the hair that fell in her ears, and curled her eyes with a smile: "Hello, I remember you are Fucheng's friend?"

Zhuo Huan held up the frame of sunglasses with one hand and carried the plastic bag from the convenience store with the other. He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman sitting opposite him, then lowered his head and said to Fucheng, "Fucheng, are you eating?" His tone was casual and casual.

He slowly raised his head, and Fucheng looked at the man in front of him calmly: "Well, Teacher Zhuo, are you coming out for dinner too?"

Looking at him, Zhuo Huan smiled: "Yes, don't mind adding me."

Before Fucheng could speak, Su Qiao said, "I don't mind, let's go together."

I had already said I wanted to go together, but it was too deliberate to refuse again. Fu Cheng sat down to the inside of the sofa and gave up a seat for Zhuo Huan.

The waiter came over quickly, Zhuo Huan ordered the meal, closed the menu, and said to the waiter, "Come on the Bottus."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiao's face changed.

The waiter didn't feel anything unusual, and asked, "Sir, there is currently a bottle of 2009 Botus in the store. Can you see?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows lightly and reluctantly said: "Okay."

After the waiter left, Su Qiao smiled and said, "Fucheng, you have not introduced your friend to me, what does he call him?"

Fucheng said lightly: "His name is Zhuo Huan. Teacher Zhuo. This is my high school classmate, Su Qiao."

Su Qiao tilted her head and smiled, "So it's Mr. Zhuo. Does Mr. Zhuo have any research on red wine? I drank a bottle of pyros a long time ago. It was from 2002. The taste is really sweet and fragrant."

Zhuo Huan looked at her and chuckled softly: "I have a little share in Botus."

Su Qiao: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "Last time I saw Miss Su downstairs in my house, and Miss Su also lives in that building?"

Su Qiao: "I happened to move today and I lived there before."

Zhuo Huan took off his sunglasses and handed them to Fucheng, and slowly said "Oh": "Why are you going to move suddenly?"

Zhuo Huan's move to hand over the sunglasses was too natural. Su Qiao didn't think anything was wrong, but Fu Cheng looked at the sunglasses with his eyes hanging down and did not reach out to take them for a long time. After hanging his hand in the air for a few seconds, Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fu Cheng.

The two met with their eyes.

After a long time, the smile on Zhuo Huan's face gradually faded away, and he withdrew his hand.

Fucheng: "I'll treat this meal today."

Su Qiao looked at him in surprise: "Fucheng?"

Zhuo Huan's eyes turned around on the two of them and asked casually: "Oh, it turns out that it was Miss Su treating her?"

Su Qiao said helplessly: "Yes, Fucheng helped me move today. It happened that he invited me a meal last time, and I want to invite you back this time."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, no, I will check the bill myself."

Su Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the pre-dinner snack was served first.

Fucheng was not talking at first, but now there was a Zhuo Huan suddenly, and Su Qiao felt a little embarrassed. However, she was very good at socializing and quickly found a suitable topic.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you and Fucheng colleagues?"

Fucheng: "He is my boss."

Su Qiao chuckled lightly, and two small dimples appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Zhuo is really young and promising."

While the appetizer was served, the waiter also brought red wine.

After sobering up, the waiter poured red wine for the three of them. Zhuo Huan did not say that the red wine was ordered by herself. Seeing that Fucheng did not speak, Su Qiao did not specifically talk about it. She accepted the other party's red wine.

Taking a sip, Su Qiao looked at the rich red color in the wine glass as black as pure black: "The fragrance of truffle, the slightly astringent tannin flavor, or the taste in memory."

Zhuo Huan: "Ms. Su is very knowledgeable about red wine?"

Su Qiao smiled and said, "I will taste some occasionally, and I have tasted a lot before, so I will understand a little."

Zhuo Huan smiled and said, "This is a high-end hobby, it is very expensive and needs to be cultivated since childhood."

The smile on Su Qiao's face froze a little.

Zhuo Huan: "I like Pomero the most among the four most famous wine regions in Bordeaux. In Pomero's winery, Pertus is the best. Has Miss Su been to France?"

Su Qiao felt a slight sense of strange hostility, but she didn't know why, so she had to smile and answer: "I've been to Paris once."

Zhuo Huan: "Have you been to the Maldives?"

Su Qiao's body stiffened: "I have been there. Mr. Zhuo asked what he did?"

Zhuo Huan looked at her pretending to be calm and sneered. He was about to speak when Fucheng suddenly stood up: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Zhuo Huan looked at him: "I'll go there too."

Fucheng did not respond.

The two walked towards the bathroom one after another, and Su Qiao held the handle of the red wine glass and looked at their departure backs. After they all left, the beautiful woman raised her chin slightly and looked at the plastic bag of the convenience store that Zhuo Huan placed casually on the sofa. She narrowed her eyes and began to think.

After coming out of the bathroom, Fu Cheng saw the man standing against the door at a glance. He paused, then walked to the sink intently and began to wash his hands.

The sound of water is the only sound.

The dim light shone out from the carved wall lamps on the wall, shining on Zhuo Huan's slightly long hair, reflecting a light light gold color. The bathroom was filled with a faint citrus fragrance. Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the young man in the mirror.

After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "You like a woman like that, Fucheng."

Fucheng lowered his head and washed his hands without saying a word.

Zhuo Huan: "Are you in love?"

Fucheng still didn't speak.

Zhuo Huan tsk gently, asking and answering himself: "It's not like, do you like to let women treat you when you are in love? Are you chasing her or is she chasing you?" He paused, "Oh, she is chasing you."

Fucheng turned off the faucet and went to get the towel for wiping his hands.

Zhuo Huan: "She looks pretty good, why do you have to chase you? When I see her, I always feel familiar. This kind of woman looks so familiar. Do you know where I have seen her?" It seems that I didn't think I could get the answer from the young man, so Zhuo Huan directly answered: "My dad's bed."

Fu Cheng raised his eyes and said coldly: "Teacher Zhuo, you are too much."

Zhuo Huan slowly curled his smile, and he asked indifferently: "Why am I going too far?"

Fucheng: "Saying this kind of girl, don't you think this behavior is very disgusting?"

As if he heard something ridiculous, Zhuo Huan laughed exaggeratedly twice in disbelief. Fu Cheng clenched his fingers and turned around and was about to leave, but Zhuo Huan pulled his wrist.

"Where the hell do I feel disgusted?"

"Every word you make me sick."

"Hold!"

Zhuo Huan pressed his wrist and pressed him against the wall. He almost gritted his teeth, and slammed his teeth into the ground one by one: "I'm disgusting? The woman outside gave birth to a son for a sixty-year-old man half a year ago and took five million away. The fucking thing you said I'm disgusting?"

"She went to Maldives and worked as a prostitute. How many people have she been in bed? You fucking say I'm disgusting?"

"Why did she move that house, the house you fucking helped her to move, and the house you cleaned up for her? Because it wasn't her house at all. Now she doesn't want to be a prostitute anymore, she wants to get married. She found you, she wants to marry you, Fucheng, do you fucking say I'm disgusting?"

Listening to these words, Fucheng had already changed from initial surprise to deep numbness. He lowered his head silently and said nothing.

Zhuo Huan was angry and laughed at him. He reached out to lift his chin, but he avoided it.

The air suddenly stagnated.

After a long time, Fucheng lowered his head and asked hoarsely: "Why are you going to check Su Qiao?"

His body froze slightly, and Zhuo Huan sneered: "Don't you like women?"

Fucheng looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan laughed badly, and said sarcastically in a casual tone: "Oh, so you just like this kind of woman."

His eyes stared silently on the man's face, Fucheng looked quietly, he quietly broke away from the man's hand and turned toward the door. Every step was extremely long, his feet seemed to be filled with lead water, and he felt very sad, his throat was even more stuck, but he had nothing to say, nothing to say.

Fucheng walked to the door and held down the door handle.

The next moment, a quick footstep sound came from behind him. Fucheng subconsciously turned around, and a hot kiss suddenly fell down, sealing his breath. His eyes suddenly widened, and the breath belonging to Zhuo Huan was invading. It took a few seconds to remember to struggle, but Zhuo Huan held his face in both hands, pressed him between his body and the door panel, and kissed him hard.

I could no longer hold it back, and the man's tongue penetrated into the young man's mouth and sucked and licked frantically.

Fucheng began to push him away, but Zhuo Huan said hoarsely, as if eager: "Don't."

This sound seemed like an illusion.

But Fucheng froze.

When he came to his senses, the man held his waist with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, closed his eyes, bit his lips, and kissed lingeringly. Fucheng couldn't help but close his eyes. He first tentatively kissed the other person, and the familiar smell called Zhuo Huan, in the end, kissed him back enthusiastically.

Behind a thin door panel, a faint knock came from the door.

Su Qiao asked outside the door: "Fucheng, are you not well yet?"
To be continued...