C865 (1/2)

Fu Zhongqian still wanted to say something, but he didn't seem to have a position. Listening to her, he could only stop the topic.

Shen Huan looked at the clock on the wall. It was very late. It seems inappropriate for Fu Zhongqian to stay here. But he didn't mean to leave, and Shen Huan was not good at driving people.

So they sat in silence for a while.

Suddenly, Fu Zhongqian took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag, drew out a cigarette to light, looked at Shen Huan and asked her, ”can I smoke?”

Looking at the cigarette on his hand and familiar smoking posture, Shen Huan suddenly felt a heartache: ”nothing, smoke it.”

He didn't smoke before. He could smoke, but he never carried cigarettes with him. But now there is not much left in that pack of cigarettes. Shen Huan knows that he smokes much more than before.

Little spark in his fingertips burning, blue eyes from his mouth spit out, the clear smell of tobacco diffuse.

Shen Huan felt that she could bear it, but in fact, after a while, she coughed bitterly.

So close to being surrounded by the smell of smoke, she is really not used to it.

Fu Zhongqian saw that there was no ashtray in his seat, so he stood up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the cigarette end. Then he went to the living room and opened the window of the living room.

Shen Huan stopped coughing and apologized, ”actually I didn't say that.”

”I'm the one who says I'm sorry. It's almost time for me to go.”

”Well, I'll see you off.” Shen Huan sent Fu Zhongqian to the door.

Fu Zhongqian said: ”do not send, I will go myself, have a rest early.”

”Be safe on the way.”

Fu Zhongqian changed his shoes and looked at Shen Huan again, which made Shen Huan feel guilty. So she closed her eyes and sighed from Fu Zhongqian's mouth. He turned away.

Shen Huan closes the door, pastes the door board, but the tears roll down soundlessly.

He left, but the room left his own unique breath, so smell, let her heartache.

She went to the balcony and quietly opened a corner of the curtain. After a while, she saw his figure appear downstairs.

He walked to the side of the car, but not in a hurry to leave, but looked up at her side, Shen Huan was scared, grabbed the curtain, did not dare to move, deeply afraid that he found himself standing behind this.

Across the balcony, across the night, they are clearly looking at each other, but the darkness is like an invisible barrier, blocking two people, thousands of words, unable to tell.

Fu Zhongqian spent a lot of time downstairs. Shen Huan saw that he smoked three cigarettes and left.

This man, at such an age, has learned to smoke! Shen Huan was distressed and angry. He had cherished his body, but now he is so indifferent.

But Qi returns to Qi. She has no position to say anything.

The next morning, Shen Huan went to the opposite door to find Ran Ran.

After a night, Ran Ran Ran's temper also came down.

See Shen Huan, just look at her with infinite injustice.