Thinking of this, Chen Jiayu was a little annoyed, so he controlled it, pushed open the bedroom door and said to Fang Hao: "It's cold in the living room, why don't you go to the bedroom? I'll get a blanket."

They chose a comedy spy film, and by chance, there was a very cool private plane shootout scene in the film. Fang Hao didn't know the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he watched it with gusto, and asked Chen Jiayu: "What is this?" I’ve never seen an airplane, I’ve never pointed it out.”

When Chen Jiayu saw him asking, he became serious. He rewinded the screen a few frames to look at the instruments, and then said, "It's a Piper, it looks a bit like a Saratoga. The plane that JFK Jr. flew was the one that crashed." If it were a civilian airliner, he would take it. He can feel it even if he touches it with his eyes closed in the driver's seat. After flying for so many years, it has become a muscle memory. No matter what model of Boeing or Airbus, he can recognize it as long as he has a license. However, looking at the private aviation field, there are even more aircraft manufacturers and models.

Fang Hao also thought of the same question and asked him: "Do you have a private pilot license?"

Chen Jiayu recalled it and said: "I have a PPL and can fly two Cessna models. I must have taken the test when I was studying abroad, but I think I need to sign it again, once every two years. I can look for it. .”

As he spoke, he stood up to turn over his license, as if a good student was about to turn over his transcript. Fang Hao was amused by him and hugged his waist to stop him: "Come on, I believe you. I'm just asking."

"Do you want to take the private license test?" Chen Jiayu followed him and asked. At his house that day, Fang Hao went out for a run. He saw some theoretical books on his bookshelf.

Unexpectedly, Fang Haozhen nodded: "I have thought about it."

Chen Jiayu sighed and said, "But you know this domestic airspace better than I do." The domestic airspace for general aviation is completely under the jurisdiction of the Air Force. In addition, there is a lack of small airports for general aviation aircraft. Learn to fly private jets in China and take private exams. It is basically impossible to get a pilot license.

Fang Hao said: "It's too troublesome. The bureau has been talking about fully opening up for a few years. From the time I started working until now, I still don't have a clue."

"Well, there may be a chance in the future." Chen Jiayu answered.

There was nothing to say for a while, and the two of them continued to sit on the bed and lean against the wall to watch the movie. His TV is in the living room, but there is a projector in the bedroom, which projects onto the white wall opposite the bed.

Fang Hao still took off his obstructive down jacket. Chen Jiayu brought a blanket to cover the two of them, but most of it was on Fang Hao. Later, the blanket slipped down, and Chen Jiayu asked him again: "Is it still cold?" Then he sat behind Fang Hao and hugged him to watch. His chest was indeed hot, and Fang Hao felt that the other person's average body temperature should be one degree higher than his own. This hug was also very thorough. He touched his body while hugging him, lingering repeatedly on his shoulders, chest and lower abdomen. It was obviously very intimate and not pornographic, but Fang Hao was still obsessed with him. He only watched half of the plot of the movie after the plane shootout scene.

But Chen Jiayu still respected the movie and endured it until the list of credits came up before leaning forward and kissing him unhurriedly. His hands didn't stop, moving to his chest to feel the beating of his heart. Fang Hao originally didn't think about it. He came because he felt that Chen Jiayu was not in a good mood on the phone. But when the other party felt it, he became lustful. Once he started thinking about it, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

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