Ning Si stopped in front of the window at the end of the hallway, and she stood in front of the window, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter from the bag she was carrying.

Song Huaijing stood not far away, watching her put the lady's cigarette in her mouth and light it.

The wind blowing in from outside the window blew out her lighter a few times, and she seemed to get a little impatient and threw it aside.

Song Huaijing was a little more interested in her in his heart.

He lifted his feet and walked slowly towards her, finally stopping less than a meter away from her.

"Are you here to smoke too?" Ning Si tilted his head to look at Song Huaijing, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

She spoke without the slightest timidity, as if the two of them had known each other for a long time.

Song Huaijing has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and there are countless women who have asked him to talk to, but she is the first one who is as calm as her.

Song Huai stared intently at the woman in front of him and didn't speak for a long time.

A gust of wind blew the hair on her cheeks and touched her lips.

Ning Si knew that he must be very embarrassed now.

She cursed in her heart, this wind really came at an inopportune time.

She was in her frustration when the man in front of her suddenly raised his hand and brushed the hair from his lips aside for her.

He wrapped his fingers around the hairs and rubbed them, leaving the color of her lipstick on the tips of his fingertips.

Crimson, like blood.

He didn't say a word the whole time, but his eyes were extremely ambiguous.

"Thank you. Ning Si thanked him lightly, and stretched out his hand to him by the way: "Mr. Song, is it convenient to borrow a fire?" ”

Song Huaijing still didn't speak, he reached out and rubbed past her shoulder, touching the lighter she had just thrown on the windowsill.

"It'......"

Ning Si just wanted to explain to him that the lighter was broken, but Song Huaijing suddenly snatched the cigarette from her hand and put it in his mouth.

Ning Si's body was a little stiff, and she found that she had miscalculated.

The man hadn't said a word until now, and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The only thing that is certain is ...... He was interested in her, and he was very interested.

This cigarette had just been taken by Ning Si, and the cigarette butt was stained with her lip prints, and Song Huaijing didn't mind, so he just held it in his mouth.

He turned his back, held the lighter in his hand, lit the lady's cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, it was a woman's cigarette, and she didn't have any energy at all.

Song Huaijing spit out a puff of smoke rings and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

He pressed Ning Si against the window and shoved the cigarette into her mouth somewhat rudely.

Ning Si finally reacted, she took a puff of her cigarette, then held the cigarette to her fingertips and lazily spit out a smoke ring towards him.

"You're so funny, I like it. Her smile was very voluptuous in the smoke.

"Do you like me, or do you like my money?" After a few teasing attempts from Ning Si, Song Huaijing finally spoke.

He hooked her chin and looked at her face carefully, "Another one who rushed up and down." ”

"Looks like you're rich. Ning Si was in danger, and he still had a smile on his face.

She lifted herself and leaned over him, her fingers running over his waist, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Do you think I'm pretty?

What's even worse is that the seemingly nonexistent touch reminded him of the stand-in scene she filmed.

"Take it away. Song Huaijing ordered her coldly.

"Well, Mr. Song really doesn't remember me?" Ning Si leaned sideways on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette and reminding him with a smile: "That day at the filming site of "Lovesick in the Wind and Rain", Mr. Song stared at me for a long time. ”

After she turned sideways, Song Huaijing saw the scar on her back again.

He put his hand in his pocket, withdrew his gaze, and looked coldly into her eyes: "So what?"