Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang, and Fucheng reached out and pressed the alarm clock on his phone.

He got off the bed lightly, put on his clothes, and then opened the door and went out.

Uncle Zhuo never could have gotten up on time. When Fucheng got out of bed, he inevitably made some noise. Zhuo Huan was nervous and woke up slightly for a while. After watching him leave the door with a vague look, he covered his quilt on his face and fell asleep again.

While brushing his teeth, Fu Cheng turned on his phone and actually received a message from Su Fei. He clicked on it and looked at it, stunned for a moment, and replied.

【Fucheng: Have you returned to China?】

A few seconds later, the punk boy sent a message.

[Su Fei: Yes! Old Joseph and Lina went to Shencheng last night. I want to give you a surprise. Brother Fu, have you seen the confession on this LED giant screen? Could it be that it is you? Who is this "Zhuo"?]

【Fucheng:^_^】

[Su Fei:...I have a strange premonition.]

[Fucheng: Just returned to China, I rested for two more days, and the jet lag fell.]

【Su Fei:!!!】

[Su Fei: Don’t break the topic!!!]

Then there were text messages from Lina and Joseph, who were only sent this morning.

Fucheng didn't expect that Su Fei and the other two would work overtime to write the accident investigation report on Air France for his birthday, and then quietly return to China. Although they didn't say anything about the subsequent development, Fucheng probably guessed it. When they returned to the city from the airport, they must have seen the words on the LED advertising screen. So Lina and Old Joseph did not come to give him this "surprise".

Suddenly I felt a little headache. I didn’t think too much last night. Today, Fucheng opened WeChat while brushing his teeth.

A few old classmates from the past sent him a message, and like Su Fei, they also took the LED photo of the confession. Some joked that this person was the same as Fu Cheng's name, and some asked directly if it was him.

When I opened my Moments, someone posted it directly to tease this matter.

Sighing deeply, Fucheng rubbed his temples, and only felt the darkness in front of him.

Fortunately, he had no contact with his classmates from the past. The comrades in the army would not pay attention to the LED big screen confession, so he didn't need to explain it to anyone specifically.

Except Su Qiao.

[Su Qiao: Fucheng, I saw it. The person who confessed to the Zhendan Building is you?]

Fucheng did not affirm or deny it, and only sent a smile on his face.

[Su Qiao: I wish you happiness.]

Looking at these five words steadily, Fucheng replied.

【Fucheng: Thank you.】

After washing up, when Fucheng walked out of the bathroom, Zhuo Huan was wearing pajamas, his hair was messy on his forehead, and he walked out of the door with sleepy eyes. When he walked to Fucheng, he hugged Fucheng very naturally, kissed him gently on his lips, and then frowned: "I don't like mint-flavored toothpaste."

Fucheng: "But there is a mint smell in your bedroom bathroom."

Zhuo Huan: "Didn't you see a lemon smell next to it?"

Fucheng: "What do you don't like to buy mint flavor?"

After hearing this, Zhuo Huan seemed to be a little awake. He curled the corners of his lips and said lazily: "Oh, it seems that the hourly worker used that toothpaste to clean the sink? Crush it on the sink and then brush it clean?"

Fucheng: "..."

This person is really bored!

Last night, the two of them were just enjoying the candlelight dinner, and then they made it twice. Romance is always temporary, and cleaning up the endgame after the romance is the reality. Fucheng tore off the ribbons he had stuck to the wall with his own hands last night one by one. When he was cleaning the living room, Zhuo Huan washed and walked into the kitchen. He turned his head slightly and asked, "Do you eat ham sandwiches?"

"eat."

But for a long time, Zhuo Huan started to cook breakfast.

After Fucheng packed the things in the birthday gift bag, he took a plastic bag and put them in the entrance hall, intending to take them away together when he left the door. He looked up and his eyes fell on a contract on the entrance hall cabinet. He picked up the house purchase agreement in surprise, opened and looked at it.

Mr. Zhuo was making fried eggs in the kitchen, and Fu Cheng's voice came from behind: "If you buy this house, it will cost 180 million yuan?"

"Ha?" Zhuo Huan did not look back.

Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo seems to have spent 180 million yuan to buy it back."

Zhuo Huan's actions of fried eggs suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw Fu Cheng leaning against the bar in the open kitchen, holding a house purchase agreement in his hand.

Zhuo Huan: “…Fuck!”

He rushed forward and snatched the house purchase agreement from Fucheng. Zhuo Huan flipped it roughly a few times, then rushed to the bedroom without looking back, took his cell phone, and called. As soon as the phone was connected, Zhuo Huan asked, "The fuck was you in Shencheng last night?"

Listening to the voice of Mr. Zhuo and his father calling upstairs, Fucheng couldn't help laughing. He walked into the kitchen and continued to fry the eggs. You can't ask Zhuo Huan to have any rationality and understanding. He went to call, leaving the fire and food in the kitchen without caring about it, which means only one thing: you take it for granted, naturally, you must be responsible for the mess he left behind.

When Zhuo Huan came back from the phone, Fucheng had already prepared breakfast.

Fucheng: "When you buy it, it's 50 million more expensive than when you sell it."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said lightly: "I'm anxious to buy."

Before they returned to Shencheng from Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan asked Mr. Zhuo to buy the house back and return to its original form. Flying from Los Angeles to Shencheng for 22 hours. If you want to solve this problem quickly, you must ignore the price.

Fucheng: "There is no need to buy it."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Huan supported himself on the table with one hand, supported his chin, and looked at the young man opposite him. "Fucheng, you asked him knowingly."

Fu Cheng looked up at him: "No, I just feel that it's too much."

Zhuo Huan snorted: "Oh...If I didn't buy it back then, would you let me live in it? Your house?"

Fucheng looked at him quietly. After a long time, he didn't answer. He got up and sent the finished plate back to the kitchen.

Zhuo Huan: "What do you want to ask you."

Turning around and looking at the man, he thought about this question for a long time when the other party asked. Now, Fu Cheng thought for a while and said, "If you could say a few good things at that time, those two condoms last night might not have been used up until now."

Zhuo Huan didn't come back to his senses at once.

But Fu Cheng's ears were hot, so he turned around and went into the kitchen.

A moment later, the man in pajamas walked into the kitchen, hugged the young man's waist from behind, biting his ears, and asked, "You just like me so much. If you say a few words, you won't be angry, you will..."

The heart beats vigorously in the chest, and Fucheng slowly turns around and looks up at him: "If I don't like you, I can't be with a man."

Zhuo Huan laughed: "You really like women."

Fucheng lowered his eyes: "Yeah..."

Not to mention the past, he still feels that without Zhuo Huan, he would never have anything to do with men.

"Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Look at me."

Fu Cheng raised his head, and the next second, the man's lips sealed his breath. He was surprised for a moment, then he closed his eyes, hugged the man's waist, and kissed him gently.

When he went out to COMAC, Fucheng was changing his shoes. Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Have you deleted that woman's phone number?"

Fucheng: "…Who?"

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk."

When he went downstairs, Fucheng reacted: "You said Su Qiao?"

After a pause, Fucheng said: "Actually she is pretty good."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."
Chapter completed!