บท 422: A proper artist (1)

Mo shenbai hummed in a low voice, paused, and said, " "I need to borrow a cigarette."

He used to smoke, but he didn't smoke as much when he was with Xu Youyou. Now that Xu Youyou was pregnant, he threw his cigarettes and lighter into the trash can.

Fu jianchen was stingy and handed him the box of cigarettes.

Mo shenbai lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips as he blew smoke skillfully. His bony fingers held the cigarette butt, and his temperament was lazy and dejected.

The two men sat on the stairs in the yard, each with a cigarette. The White smoke slowly dispersed and drifted away with the wind.

However, she could not let go of the things hidden in her heart.

After a long silence, Fu jianchen suddenly said, " I thought about snatching her away from you, but when I saw her take that hit for you with my own eyes, I knew that I would never be able to take her away from you in this life. &Quot;