Early in the morning, I was still brushing my teeth, Fucheng received a message from my sister.

[Fu Xiao: Happy 27th birthday, have you had a good meal today?]

Fucheng laughed and he picked up his cell phone.

[Fucheng: Prepare for breakfast. Should it be early in the morning?]

[Fu Xiao: Just after 12 o'clock, China and the UK are now on the 7th, all of which are your birthdays. Of course, I want to be the first person to tell you about a happy birthday. Why, what to eat in the morning?]

【Fucheng: Noodles, haven't done it yet, I'm brushing my teeth.】

【Fu Xiao: Take a photo to me!】

Looking at the angry expression pack of a little man with a hip on the screen on his phone, Fu Cheng couldn't help laughing. After cooking the noodles, he sent a photo to Fu Xiao, and Fu Xiao was satisfied. However, he did not eat all the noodles.

Recently, he is taking care of his body. He still can't eat too much at one time, so he can only take his time.

When he left, Su Fei also sent a text message.

【Su Fei: Happy birthday!!!】

Fucheng was a little surprised and replied by typing: [Thank you, you actually remember.]

【Su Fei:???】

[Su Fei: Of course I remember it! I even bought the gifts for you, Brother Fu, I bought them with Joseph, and Lina. But we are still busy with Air France cases in Munich, and I didn’t expect that it would take so long to go back to China to celebrate your birthday.]

Fucheng smiled and said: [It's okay, thank you.]

[Su Fei: I will leave you with a gift, I will give it to you when I return home.]

However, for a long time, the blessing text messages from Joseph and Lina were also sent.

【lina: I wish you a happy birthday, I am so sorry, I can't celebrate it in person.】

[Fucheng: Thank you, just have this intention.]

【lina: Then we have to go ahead and let us give you a gift when we return home. I believe you will like this gift.】

【Fucheng: Then I will continue to look forward to it.】

It took me more than an hour to arrive at the COMAC factory on the easternmost side of Shanghai.

After entering the laboratory, everyone was busy working because the most important test flight was the next day.

Half a month ago, Zhuo Huan proposed the front and rear edge loading structure and reconstructed the wing lift model of the new aircraft. This is absolutely subversive for the new wing experiment that has been conducted for more than half of the time, and is no less than starting over. However, Wu Hui, Commander Nie, and all designers of COMAC unconditionally agreed with Zhuo Huan's opinion and began working overtime day and night.

As it turns out, this suggestion was successful. Several laboratory computer simulation results have obtained very excellent data. Next, as long as you get corresponding proof on the actual machine, you can continue to work.

The next day was the most important test flight. As soon as Fucheng arrived at the COMAC factory, he connected the data with the experimenters, and then went to the COMAC airport to conduct the final aircraft inspection work.

He and the experimenters ran up and down, and conducted tireless inspections of the aircraft over and over again. It was not only for flight safety, but also to ensure that it was not possible to make tomorrow's test flight deviations due to a little mistake and affect the test flight data.

It was not until the sun set that Fucheng returned from the Commercial Airport.

When he walked to the parking lot, he slowly stopped and looked at the man standing against the car door. Zhuo Huan leaned against the driver's seat of Ferrari, with his hands in his pockets and lowered his head to smoke. As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, he raised his head and his eyes met Fucheng.

The sunset stretched the shadows on the ground for a long time, and the warm colors shone on Zhuo Huan's cold and handsome face, and his sharp and thin eyes also showed a bit of affection that should have nothing to do with this person.

Fucheng walked over, raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's only been past five o'clock now."

Zhuo Huan: "Hmm?"

Fucheng: "You worked overtime until three or four in the morning every half month."

Zhuo Huan: "I'll be a test flight tomorrow. If there is still a mistake now, the people who designed the plane will be twisted and thrown directly into the East China Sea."

Fucheng: "Including you?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him and smiled: "Tsk, including." He stood up straight and "get in the car."

I haven't enjoyed such a leisurely time for a long time. On the narrow coastline, a black Ferrari flashed quickly from the seaside highway like dark lightning. Because it was heading towards the city, it almost faced the sunset. However, the sunlight was not dazzling, and it only made people feel warm and calm.

But soon, the tranquility was broken by the harsh ringtone of the cell phone.

Zhuo Huan picked up his cell phone and looked at it, his eyes were unhappy, and he directly pressed it off. After a few seconds, another phone call came over and he continued to hang up. He hung up four or five times, and the other party called again. He whispered and swearing, throwing his cell phone to Fucheng.

Fucheng: "…?”

Zhuo Huan: "Block him black."

Fu Cheng looked at the name on the screen of his mobile phone and it turned out to be a capital "shit". "Who is this?"

Mr. Zhuo sneered: "leland hale·patrick."

Fucheng didn't react at once, and a few seconds later: "Your father? Mr. Zhuo?"

"Oh, that's the mentally retarded."

“…”

Fucheng: "The phone is not unlocked."

Zhuo Huan: “667259.”

Fucheng successfully opened his phone: "...Is it really going to block it?"

After getting off the highway and stopped at a red light, Zhuo Huan took his cell phone directly from Fucheng and blocked his father.

Fucheng: "..."

Finally, the world is quiet.

"Mr. Zhuo calls you, maybe something is wrong." Fu Cheng thought for a while and said.

Zhuo Huan: "He will never have any good things when he comes to me."

Zhuo Huan didn't want to say more about this topic. His expression was cold and his fingers pounded irritably on the steering wheel. Fucheng looked at him for a while and looked away. He looked out the window. It was already very close to the city area, and there were more buildings on both sides of the road. Fucheng seemed to say inadvertently: "How many times have you come to Shencheng before? Before the establishment of uaag."

Zhuo Huan held the steering wheel with one hand: "I've been here a few times." After a pause, he added: "Three times."

Fucheng: "I was born in Shencheng, but I rarely come to the beach. This place should belong to Nanhui District. I remember that the teacher's home is nearby."

"teacher?"

Fucheng: "My teacher during the training camp, Qi Zhifeng."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Fu Cheng from the rearview mirror. He said softly "um".

Fucheng: "Five years ago, the teacher's family owed a lot of debts because of an investment error. He was very distressed every day. At that time, I had graduated from the training camp and was in the Air Force, but we were all in Shanghai. Once we had dinner together, I suggested that he retire early and find a job in civil aviation so that he could take better care of his family."

Zhuo Huan: "So he went to Roger Airways later?"

Fucheng: "Well, Donghua Airlines originally invited him, but the salary given by Roger Airlines is a little higher. Before, Captain Nie always thought that I was dissatisfied with this because I thought it was Roger Airlines, who I suggested to Team Qi to go. I suddenly had anorexia two years ago and it was related to this. Captain Nie is a good leader. He cares about us very much. After I retired, he has always cared about my movements."

"Nie Xiang?"

"Yes." Fu Cheng looked up at him, paused, and asked, "Speaking of this, why did you set up your uaag headquarters in Shencheng."

Zhuo Huan asked casually: "It's very important?"

"Just ask casually."

"Oh, then I just pointed to a place."

“…”

Fucheng didn't know how to continue asking for it for a while. He was never a lobbyist. This was the way he could think of when he tried his best to ask Zhuo Huan why he didn't go to COMAC. But this man didn't give him any chance at all.

While thinking about how to continue the topic, a scattered voice sounded softly. Zhuo Huan stopped the car audio, and the car suddenly became quiet. He said, "Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Will you ask for help?"

Fucheng suddenly didn't come back to his senses: "What?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, curled up the corner of his mouth: "Please ask for someone, it's just a coercion, temptation. Coercion is not feasible, and there is nothing to tempt you to tempt me. But you can try seduction..." The timid raised slightly, and Zhuo Huan raised his chin suggestively, "I don't want to wear a condom tonight."

“…”

The ears were a little hot. Although both of them knew that going to Zhuo Huan's house at night meant that he would do it tonight. But just as he said that, Fucheng still felt ashamed. Fucheng didn't speak, Zhuo Huan was not in a hurry. It was not a matter of one or two days that he didn't want to wear a condom. He didn't want to wear it before the two quarreled. He said to Fucheng several times, and had acted as a spoiled person and showed weakness, but he didn't agree.

Zhuo Huan: "Nie Xiang is looking for you?"

Fu Cheng was silent: "Yes." After a moment, he chose to ask directly: "Why do you disagree with going to COMAC?"

With a sneer, Zhuo Huan asked back: "Do I disagree?"

Fucheng looked at him calmly: "But you didn't agree."

"You guess."

Fucheng asked: "It has something to do with Rogue 318?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, didn't answer, but asked, "Why don't you go back to be a pilot?"

After a long silence, Fucheng said quietly: "Rogue 318."

After this sentence, there was a long silence in the carriage.

The car had already reached the underground garage. Zhuo Huan parked the car. He turned to look at the young man beside him. In the dim parking lot, the dim light shone through the window glass on the man's handsome face. Fucheng lowered his eyes, so a faint shadow fell on the underworld of his eyes.

Zhuo Huan whispered to him: "Fucheng."
To be continued...