Zhuo Huan: "Romaniconti, it can be considered a celebration."

Old Joseph was stunned for a moment and finally reacted. He asked in a slight sense: "reid, what do you think I should use to celebrate my birthday? It doesn't have to be Romani Conte. I prefer whiskey to wine, such as McAllen..."

Zhuo Huan: "Ha? Why do I celebrate for you?"

Old Joseph was stunned and subconsciously said, "Why don't you celebrate me? Are we not friends?"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "You are not my boyfriend."

As soon as these words were finished, no one could react, and even Fucheng and Lina were stunned.

When they reacted, Lina slowly laughed, and the beautiful blonde looked at her friend, feeling very happy and happy for him.

Fu Cheng's ears were red. He raised one hand to cover his face, gritted his teeth and lowered his head, held his cell phone with the other hand, and typed and sent messages.

But in a moment, Zhuo Huan's cell phone rang. Mr. Zhuo opened it while chewing gum.

【Fucheng: What are you doing.】

[Zhuo Huan: Celebrating your birthday?]

After sending this message, Zhuo Huanchao's confused old Joseph raised his chin: "Aren't you going to get Romani Conti?"

Old Joseph woke up as if he was dreaming: "Oh, oh, yes, I'll go, I'll go now." After getting the room card, Old Joseph ran to the door of the box. He turned around and threw a eyebrows at Zhuo Huan: "Reid, if you don't mind, I can actually be your boyfriend."

Zhuo Huan: “…”

Hold.

I was disgusted and vomited.

Zhuo Huan said word by word: "I, no, blind."

Old Joseph said regretfully: "Oh, that's a pity."

Zhuo Huan: “…”

Mr. Zhuo lived for thirty years and was choked for the first time in his life that he couldn't even say a word.

After the old Joseph left, it took a long time before the punk boy woke up. He opened his eyes in shock and his eyes turned back and forth on Zhuo Huan and Fucheng. He first pointed at Zhuo Huan, then at Fucheng, and finally at Zhuo Huan: "You, you, are you actually in love?!"

Fucheng was speechless and could only bury his face deeper into his palm.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pocket and leaned back against the back of the chair: "amazing?"

Su Fei: "amazing!!!"

Zhuo Huan: "You went back to Shencheng last night and didn't you see the LED giant screen advertisement in that building?"

"Ah?" Su Fei thought for a while, "Fucheng, I love you that one? Damn, that's really you! I knew, I knew, I just sent a message to Brother Fu this morning, and he ignored me, and he even opened up the topic. Damn!!! You are actually in love, ahhhhh..."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at lina: "You have checked his Harvard graduation certificate, is it true?"

lina nodded seriously and said with a smile: "Really."

Su Fei: "..."

Su Fei: "You went to Harvard to invite me in person. Damn, can I still be fake?"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."

The whole dinner echoed Su Fei's incredible inquiries and Old Joseph's sigh at the wine.

This restaurant is located in the middle of Zhuo Huan's home and the uaag employee dormitory. It is not far from where you walk back, and it only takes half an hour. No one wants to take a taxi back. On the Huangpu River, the cool evening breeze comes towards you.

After leaving the restaurant door, it’s time to part.

Su Fei: "Hey, Brother Fu, aren't you going with us all the way?"

Old Joseph took Su Fei away with a short mouth and smiled: "No, don't worry about him, I'll take him away, you guys continue."

Su Fei also reacted, his muttering voice drowned in the evening breeze: "Isn't it just a relationship? It's like anyone who has never talked about it? Who can't date?"

After they left, Lina was standing at the restaurant door with her bag, smiling at her friend, and then looking at Fucheng. She reached out and tied her hair that was chaotic behind the wind to her ears, and smiled gently, "I am so happy, reid, Fu, I wish you all."

Zhuo Huan nodded casually.

Fucheng smiled and said, "Thank you, lina."

Lina took out an exquisite Graff gift box from her bag and handed it over: "You have received the gift from old Joseph and Su Fei just now, and this is what I chose for you. I was still wondering if it would be too abrupt to give it. But yesterday I got off the plane and saw the words on the building on the other side of the river, I knew that my gift was not wrong."

Fucheng was stunned: "What is it?"

lina blinked: "Display it and take a look?"

Fucheng opened the box and saw that under the bright lights of the Bund, two bracelets were placed intertwined in the middle of the suede of the gift box. Diamonds were intertwined, and the light and shadow were brilliant. It seemed to be exclusively customized. A r-shaped character was faintly reflected on the outside of one bracelet with a fine diamond, and the other bracelet reflected a f.

Fucheng looked up and looked at lina.

lina smiled slightly: "It's a bracelet for two people."

Fucheng lowered his head and looked quietly for a while. He looked up and said, "Thank you."

After delivering the gift, Lina and the two talked for a while, and the driver drove from the parking lot. She said goodbye to both sides, and she waved her hand and got into the car.

Facing the evening breeze, Zhuo Huan and Fucheng walked by the river, with the rushing traffic on one side and the vast Huangpu River on the other.

The bracelet was already on his wrist. Fucheng raised his head and saw Zhendan Building head-on.

The LED advertisement on the skyscraper has long become "I love Shencheng". This is the government's public service advertisement, used as city publicity. In a trance, it seems that I have returned to yesterday, and the words on the building have become that sentence again.

Involuntarily, Fucheng stared at the words on the Zhendan Building for a long time, until a faint voice came from the night wind beside him: "I want to buy it again."

Fucheng turned around: "No."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Fucheng, what you said yesterday wasn't. Didn't Roger 318 be raised yet? He actually wanted me to buy it again, tsk."

Fucheng: "..."

"I didn't say buy it again."

"Oh, then you didn't say it."

“…”

This person is really having a problem!

The two continued to move forward.

Zhuo Huan: "Actually, you just want to see it again."

Fu Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him. He silently, his lips pursed, and he didn't say anything.

Zhuo Huan: "You are really in trouble. You either just yes or no. If you don't say it, you're just a default?"

"yes."

He didn't react all of a sudden, and Zhuo Huan was stunned. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and turned his eyes to Fucheng.

Fu Cheng looked at him with a quiet look: "I said yes. So... Teacher Zhuo, do you really want to buy it again?"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "No."

Fucheng: "I feel like you actually enjoy it."

Zhuo Huan: "...Fuck, you are really annoyed."

Fu Cheng looked at him calmly and walked forward, and suddenly his hand was pulled from behind. He turned around and saw Zhuo Huan holding his hand and making a soft hum from his nose. "What are you looking at, don't you leave?"

Fucheng looked at him silently and laughed slowly: "Yeah, go."

The two of them held hands and walked on the road by the river.

The quiet wind in the night blew across the tightly tangled hands, and the platinum bracelet on the wrist gently touched, and the crisp and faint sound was hidden in the surging river water.

Originally, Fucheng didn't think of moving to Zhuo Huan's apartment so soon. But Su Fei got up early for two consecutive days and ran to his house curiously. He took advantage of the excuse of "running together", and looked into the door secretly, as if he was determined to find Zhuo Huan...

Fucheng had no choice but to move to Zhuo Huan's house.

After Mr. Zhuo helped him move his luggage to his house, Fucheng didn't have much stuff. He lowered his head to clean up, and Zhuo Huan was wearing a thin gray sweater and drinking ice water from the side.

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, I'll let you come here two days ago."

Fucheng stood up straight with a blank expression: "I didn't want to come at first."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Wow? Don't you want to live with me?"

Fucheng glanced at him, lowered his head and continued to organize his luggage, ignoring him.

With a click, the glass was placed on the marble bar. The man walked over, reached out and hugged Fucheng's waist, and gently rubbed his knees against his thighs. "Why don't you want to live with me?"

Fucheng closed his eyes and broke away from his hand: "No."

Zhuo Huan hugged him again: "Tell me, reason."

Fucheng: "No."

Zhuo Huan: "Yes, if you don't say it, I'll guess."

Zhuo Huan: "What's the matter at your home? It's not convenient to leave?" After saying that, he asked and answered directly: "No, your sister is not in China, and you live anywhere. Do you don't like living in me or living in a bigger house? No, you don't look like you have this strange habit. Why is that?"

Uncle Zhuo held Fucheng and pulled him to the sofa to sit down. He touched his lips: "wow, so you are so angry with Fucheng, Fucheng?"

Fucheng: "..."

What do you care about this?

Zhuo Huan: "Are you afraid that someone will come to my house and find out that you are living with me? No, Zhuo Jing will not come again. The people who know that I live here are Su Fei, old Joseph and Lina. They have known that I am your boyfriend for a long time."

"Oh, it turns out that it's because of this..." He deliberately lengthened the tone.
To be continued...