Chapter 322 (2/2)

Because of his curiosity about beard Jin, he naturally transferred that curiosity to cigarettes.

Feng Yishu handed over the cigarette box, and Lin Jiangxia pulled out only one.

The slender cigarette body is also painted with complex patterns, which looks very exquisite.

She put it under her nose and sniffed it gently. Sure enough, as Feng Yishu said, a faint smell immediately penetrated into her nose.

”It smells good.” She couldn't help saying, so she put the cigarette on her lips. But her posture with cigarettes was learned from beard Jin. The uncle came from a rough man. Even in small things such as smoking, she would never be as elegant as Feng Yishu.

Feng Yishu looked at her strange and rough movements and couldn't help smiling. Even her eyes smiled into a bend.

Lin Jiangxia lit the tobacco.

But just took a breath, his throat seemed to be choked by fire, and he coughed violently.

It's the kind that almost coughed out tears.

Feng Yishu hurriedly found the spring water from the storage box of the car, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to her.

She grabbed it and drank it. Then she managed to suppress the sad taste in her throat.

”Even if it smells delicious, it's not the same thing when it's inhaled!”

Feng Yishu smiled and said, ”it seems that my wife is the kind of constitution who will never learn to smoke.”

What the hell, is there anyone with that constitution in the world?

Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips and looked at the slender cigarette still burning between her fingertips.

At that time, Feng Yishu's eyes were sharp and sharp, and his eyes seemed as bright as an eagle and a falcon: ”madam, is that car Lin Leyu's?”

Lin Jiangxia looked up and saw the fiery red Ferrari driving out of the Lin family's old house.

”Yes!”

As the voice fell, Feng Yishu pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Instead, he rushed to the gray Buick and opened the door to get on the bus. The Buick immediately rushed obliquely down the hillside. From this angle, it was just a car that could stop Lin Leyu.

Lin Jiangxia is nervous. After all, this is the first time she has done it in her life.

When she was nervous, she almost didn't notice and took a cigarette on her lips.

This time, she was not stimulated by the choking smell of tobacco.

Maybe it's because attention is entirely on the street below the hillside.

The gray Buick car rushed to the front of the fiery red Ferrari. Both cars stopped suddenly, leaving a long and clear rut on the ground.

The road, which was sparsely populated, would not have been visited by anyone else.