Fucheng: "No, we are driving here."

"Then I'll take you downstairs."

As soon as he got off the stairs, the biting cold wind came towards him. Fucheng couldn't help but shrink his neck, and the wind poured into his collar. Suddenly, a heavier weight on his shoulders, and Fucheng turned his head.

The black Dior coat was taken off and draped over the young man.

Fucheng said in surprise: "Teacher Zhuo..."

He didn't look like a genius aircraft designer at all. The hair tied behind his head and the too handsome and elegant eyebrows made him look more like a dazzling and outstanding superstar. Zhuo Huan draped his coat on Fu Cheng's body, and gently wiped his fingertips from the naked skin of his neck.

Fucheng suddenly stiffened his body, and his ears became hot, so he looked up to see Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan looked calm. When he looked down at him, he still looked as arrogant as Mr. Zhuo.

"I forgot to get you a piece of clothing, which is considered compensation."

Fu Cheng silently said, "It's okay." He said that and he was about to take off his coat.

Zhuo Huan sneered: "If you don't wash it, give it to me?"

Fucheng: "..."

I put it back expressionlessly, perhaps because it was too cold and the heat at my ears was blown away by the cold wind.

Fucheng's voice did not fluctuate: "I will return it to you after washing it."

After getting into the car, they turned on the air conditioner in the car and both of them became warm.

Fu Cheng looked at the coat on his body, and he was not wearing it or taking it off.

"That's your junior brother?"

After a pause, Fucheng said lightly: "Well, I can't be considered a junior brother. When I first entered the Air Force Training Camp, the person who was my instructor was the same as Dusen. Dusen joined the army two years later than me. I had heard his name and he should know me. We have never seen it."

Zhuo Huan didn't hear the young man's pretending to be calm. He casually said "Oh": "It's great to be a test pilot of a confidential fighter at such a young age. Who is your instructor? Teach you two at the same time?"

Mr. Zhuo just asked casually, and he was almost intimate. He was not interested in the instructor of the Air Force Training Camp. His eyes quietly glanced at the open collar of the young man, and sighed in his heart.

He is more interested in this now.

But Fucheng tightened his fingers nervously, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "I am just an ordinary air force officer, but I am just a captain. I don't know Teacher Zhuo even after I said that."

Yes, he knew not many Chinese Air Force pilots. It was even more impossible to know and would not be interested in captains.

It became a little hot when wearing a coat in the car. Fucheng took off Zhuo Huan's coat and hugged it in his arms. He looked down at the ground, and his ears and neck were connected to form a smooth and beautiful arc. His high collarbone rose and fell with each breath.

Zhuo Huan looked at it for a while, suddenly smiled, and knocked his finger on the steering wheel: "Talk about it, why did you suddenly retire?"
Chapter completed!