A hoarse voice sounded softly, Fucheng turned around, slowly looked up to look at the person.

“Where to go back?”

Zhuo Huan was speechless. He looked at the young man's beautiful eyes and bowed his head to kiss his eyelashes. The voice was hard to be soft and it should be difficult to say, so he could only kiss the eyebrows and eyes of the person in his arms while murmuring: "Okay, go back to my house. Your house is OK."

Fucheng turned his head and avoided his kiss.

Zhuo Huan stopped moving.

After a long period of silence, Zhuo Huan asked: "Do you really want to be with that woman outside?"

Fucheng raised his eyes: "No."

Zhuo Huan laughed slowly: "What the hell do you want to do, Fucheng."

He lowered his head and didn't know what to say. After a long time, the young man turned around and pressed the door handle. The moment he opened the door, a crisp click sound just sounded, Zhuo Huan pushed his palm and closed the door with a slam. One hand pressed against the door tightly, and the other hand pulled Fucheng's wrist and pulled him back.

"Then you don't fuckingly don't do this!"

Fucheng: "Are you pestering every cannon friend so much?"

All the words choked in my throat.

"No." Zhuo Huan looked at him with his eyes down, "You are the only one."

The world became silent for a moment. Fucheng slowly looked up at him, but when he saw the man's face clearly, his resurrected heart was silently crushed.

Zhuo Huan's eyes were still so self-afraid. He seemed to just say it casually, or even if he was pestering him, he added a noun in the end.

If you had the courage to fly to the fire against the stars, then at this moment, Fucheng really felt tired.

He really didn't have the strength to take the initiative to ask this person and understand this person, even if it was just a little bit.

In the quiet and narrow space, their bodies were tightly attached to each other, and their warm breathing was tightly entangled. The breath was integrated into one, and it seemed like they were back half a year ago. In that apartment, they were involuntarily kissing the person in front of them through a thin door panel, just like now.

The scene was too similar, and his eyes were entangled and rubbed, Zhuo Huan's lips moved, and he couldn't help but lower his head, just as before.

Fucheng pulled open the corners of his lips, almost giving up on himself, and went up to meet him.

The lips touched each other, the extremely familiar hot and exhaled, and the ambiguous entanglement was ambiguous. The tongues sucked and bit each other and occupied each other. Zhuo Huan held Fucheng's face, and the nose was full of sweet and sour verbena fragrance. He was so familiar that his heart, who had been restless for a long time, calmed down. He closed his eyes, gradually deepened his strength, and kissed the person in front of him seriously.

However, the next moment, a powerful force pushed him away with force.

Zhuo Huan was caught off guard and pushed to the wall. Before he could see clearly what was going on, Yu Guangzhong saw Fucheng running quickly to the edge of the pool. Then, there were a sudden and harsh sound of dry retching sounds.

In the dim and dim bathroom, Fucheng supported his hands on both sides of the pool. He almost vomited all his internal organs and kept vomiting. A minute later, the sound finally stopped. Fucheng did not vomit anything. When he was retching, Zhuo Huan was standing by the side and watching without saying a word.

Until Fu Cheng wiped his lips with a tissue, as if he was going to wipe all the dirt on the lips that had touched him, his lips turned red.

"Fucheng..."

Fucheng raised his head.

"Are you fucking sick?"

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "No need. What is the data on yesterday's wind tunnel test?"

Fucheng happened to walk in, as if he didn't see him, Zhuo Huan continued to connect with Wu Hui with the final experimental data.

Zhuo Huan: "Next Thursday's test flight, Fucheng, simulate it on the computer three times first. Remember all the data turning points and movement key points."

Fucheng: "Okay."

The designer is undoubtedly the most tiring in the process of making the plane. And the person who commands everything and guides everyone has no rest time.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when Fucheng left Maifei factory, but he knew that these designers had to work overtime until late at night.

After taking a taxi back to the city, Fucheng entered the community. He took out the key, opened the door, and bent down to change his shoes. His eyes suddenly glanced at a pair of red high heels on the shoe rack next to him. Fucheng was slightly stunned. The next second, he didn't need to think about it, and a shadow directly blocked his light.

Fucheng raised his head: "...sister?"

A short-haired woman in work clothes wrapped her arms around her chest, pursed her lips, staring at Fucheng.

Fucheng looked at her in a daze: "Why are you back?"

Fu Xiao looked at the younger brother in front of her. Xia Tian’s loose T-shirt almost made her unable to tell whether the person had lost weight or weight, but she knew that her younger brother had lost weight and had lost a lot of weight.

After biting her lip, Fu Xiao was angry and sad. She suppressed her anger: "Why hide it from me?"

Fucheng was stunned.

Fu Xiao: "I'm asking you! Fucheng, why did it relapse and still hide it from me?"

After understanding the other party's meaning, Fucheng lowered his head and responded with silence.

Fu Xiao was extremely angry: "If Dr. Zhao hadn't found me, tell me that you would go to get medicine from him again. Fucheng, how long would you hide it from me? Look up at me! Fucheng, I'm asking you!"

Fucheng still lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.

Fu Xiao: "You have been like this since you were a child, and you don't say anything! I have always regarded you as your own brother, and my parents have always regarded you as your own son. Fucheng, why are you doing? Why do you just carry everything yourself!" She cried out in anger and reached out to wipe her tears.

Hearing her crying, Fucheng quickly went to get the paper and handed it over.

While wiping his tears, Fu Xiao said, "What are you doing? If you have anything unhappy, you must tell your sister what you promised. Why are you hiding it from me? I am your relative."

Fu Cheng said silently in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."

Fu Xiao looked at him like this, feeling sad and angry, but more so, he still felt distressed.

"Acheng." He reached out and hugged his younger brother, and Fu Xiao couldn't stop crying.

Fucheng hugged her silently: "...I'm sorry, there's no next time."

Although I always felt that I was strong and a strong woman to the outside world, and I didn’t like to cry. But this time, Fu Xiao couldn’t help it when he learned that Fucheng had an illness again. When Dr. Zhao called her, she didn’t have time to go home, so she booked the nearest flight and flew back to China.

Seeing Fu Cheng clean up the room with him, Fu Xiao wiped the wetness in the corner of his eyes and remembered many things.

Fucheng is actually not her younger brother, and he is not even counted as a cousin. They are just relatives with the same surname from very distant families.

That year, she was only nine years old, and suddenly one day her parents took a seven-year-old boy home and told her: "Xiaoxiao, this is your younger brother, his name is Fucheng."

Fucheng was very beautiful when he was a child, and he was liked by people at first glance. Fu Xiao did not reject this younger brother, but this younger brother always liked to be alone. He helped the housework after finishing his homework every day, and never was idle. He was obedient and sensible, and his grades were good, so his parents often compared Fucheng with her and asked her to study hard.

Logically speaking, she should be angry, and suddenly a stranger appeared to share her parents with her. But she was really angry because Fucheng was so nice to her. No matter what delicious food was, she would give it to her first. Someone bullied her, but Fucheng was obviously shorter than her, but she wanted to stand in front of her.

Sometimes she feels that she is not her sister, but Fucheng's sister.

Later, when I got a little older, I heard about Fucheng from my parents. Only then did Fu Xiao understand why this younger brother never likes to talk about his own affairs, and he always kept anything in his heart.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaocheng's life is in a bad state. His parents passed away early, and grandparents and other things have long disappeared. He has no close relatives, just one cousin and the other cousin, and he still refuses to ask him. You are kind to him, he has suffered a lot of grievances, so don't bully him all the time."

Later Fu Xiao thought that the reason why Fucheng refused to tell them something might be that he didn't want to bother them.

Just like five years ago, after her parents had an accident, she was the one who cried the most sad. She cried so hard that she drank her tears. Almost all the funerals behind her parents were done by Fucheng alone. At that time, there were relatives behind her back that Fucheng was indeed not his biological child, and she didn't feel much sad when her parents left.

Even she thought so.

It was not until two years ago that when the investigation team suddenly announced that it would not investigate the Roger 318 air crash, Fucheng suddenly fell ill.

Anorexia psychotropia, he couldn't eat anything and even vomited when drinking water. He couldn't hold on, and he became thinner and thinner, so thin that he couldn't hide it. Only then did Fu Xiao realize that his younger brother was very sad, but he didn't say it, he carried it alone. Even three years later, even she walked out, and Fucheng was still there and never came out.

So she immediately helped Fucheng with retirement procedures and took him to find several doctors. It took half a year before he cured the person.

In the evening, after packing the house, Fu Xiao cooked porridge.

At the dining table, the siblings and siblings were drinking porridge together.

After watching Fucheng carefully, he drank two sips of porridge. Fu Xiao was relieved: "At what stage is now? Can you eat? How often do you vomit?"

Fu Cheng silently and put down the bowl: "Spray once a day or two."

Fu Xiao widened his eyes: "It's already like this? Did you swallow your memory as Dr. Zhao said, chew seven times each time?"

"have."

The anger that had already subsided was rolling in my heart again. But looking at the handsome and well-behaved brother in front of me, Fu Xiao could only say: "Okay, it's not the worst time. I have already made an appointment with Dr. Zhao and will go to see a doctor tomorrow."

"Um……"

After a while, Fu Xiao asked softly: "Why did you get sick this time? Acheng, can you tell your sister?"

After silence for a long time, Fu Cheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't want to say it, I should be a little sad."

"Yeah." I guessed that my brother wouldn't say it, and Fu Xiao didn't force it."

After the night, after chatting with my brother for a while, Fu Xiao went back to his room to sleep.

She was not asleep. She lay on the bed with her eyes open and looked at the ceiling for a while. Fu Xiao took out her cell phone, found a name from the address book, and made a call.

"Hello, Captain Nie? Hello, I am Fu Xiao. Do you still remember me? I am Fucheng's sister. We met two years ago..."

"Well, that's it. I want to ask if you know if something happened to Roger 318 again, such as finding something, but it has not been made public yet."

"No? Oh OK, thank you."

"It's nothing, it's just that Acheng is sick again. I'll ask him to take a leave tomorrow and take him to see him."

"Ah, it's okay, don't worry, I'm back, I'll take him to see a doctor."

"You are going to go to the place where he works tomorrow, and just take a leave of absence for him? So why are you so embarrassed? Thank you. Thank you for your care over the years, thank you really..."

***

The next day, when Commander Nie arrived at the COMAC factory, he went to the test pilot lounge first. He talked to the two little guys for a while and motivated him. Then, Commander Nie came to the laboratory. Zhuo Huan was not there when he came. Although he just wanted to talk to Wu Hui or someone, Commander Nie was more apart and wanted to talk to Zhuo Huan.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu entered the laboratory together.

Captain Nie immediately walked over and said, "You are here. Mr. Zhuo Huan, your subordinate is Fucheng, and you have something to do today. I want to ask for a leave, so I will tell you."

Chief Designer Wu held the mirror frame and said in surprise: "We have known about this a long time ago. Lao Nie and Xiao Fu called in the morning to ask for leave."

Captain Nie was stunned: "Ah, he said everything himself? Hi, I thought he didn't say he wanted to take leave to see a doctor."
Chapter completed!