Seeing that Yu Zhongxiao had already picked up the cigarette case in his hand, Ye Hehuan immediately stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "If you want to smoke, just smoke it in the room." ”

"How do you smoke in the room?" Yu Zhongxiao's tone was not tough, and it seemed to be mixed with a bit of doting.

Hearing him ask like this, Ye Hehuan knew that there was a play, and she said, "You open the window." ”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips aggrievedly, hugged Yu Zhongxiao's arm and shook it lightly twice: "It's so late now, how unsafe it is for me to be alone in the room, even if you stand at the door, what if a thief climbs in through the window while I'm asleep?" ”

Ye Hehuan's voice was soft and coquettish, with body movements, and she had a beautiful little face, but any man would probably eat her.

Yu Zhongxiao is no exception.

Even though he knew that not even a gecko could climb into the room, he stayed.

……

Yu Zhongxiao sat on the head of the bed and smoked, and between his breaths, blue and white smoke rings came out of his mouth, and although half of the window was opened, the room was still filled with a faint smell of smoke.

Ye Hehuan was lying in the quilt, but most of his body was leaning on Yu Zhongxiao's shoulder.

What was being broadcast on TV, Ye Hehuan didn't look at it at all, and her thoughts were left on the man next to her.

His eyes were fixed on the cigarette in his left hand, and a piece of ash had accumulated.

Ye Hehuan raised his head, and the eyes were Yu Zhongxiao's resolute chin, and he got closer, and when he saw the little green scum coming out, he squinted his eyes when he exhaled a puff of smoke, as if he was watching TV and thinking about other things through the TV, thoughtfully.

Ye Hehuan opened his mouth and asked, "Little uncle, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing." Understatement.

After speaking, Yu Zhongxiao turned over slightly, flicked off half of the ash in the ashtray, leaned back to the head of the bed and lowered his head and asked her, "Still not sleeping?" ”

"I can't sleep, and I don't want to sleep."

Ye Hehuan took off his jaw against his chest and nestled quietly in the crook of his arm.

Once people calm down, they will think of many practical problems that are usually easy to ignore, she doesn't know what Yu Zhongxiao is thinking, maybe it is related to her, or it may not be related, it is just a matter of work...... Moving in his arms, Ye Hehuan said, "Little uncle, let's chat." ”

Yu Zhongxiao lowered his head when he heard this, looking at her with deep eyes, his gaze was very warm: "What do you want to talk about?" ”

"Hmm...... Just talk about it, anything. ”

In addition to the smell of tobacco in Ye Hehuan's breath, there was also the smell of Yu Zhongxiao's body, which was like a wheat field under the sun, which smelled good and made her feel at ease.

She played with his right hand that was on her waist.

Thin fingers, with distinct joints, long and powerful, hard calluses on the fingertips, and warm, dry palms.

The television was showing an elderly lady who had been burned and sent to the emergency room.

Ye Hehuan looked at this scene and remembered the encounter with Jiang Hui in the hospital, as well as Jiang Hui's expression when he wanted to speak after being refuted by himself.

"During the Chinese New Year, I met Aunt Jiang in the hospital."

Yu Zhongxiao heard her suddenly talk about this, smoked for a moment, reacted to who she was talking about, and looked at her with his eyes down: "What are you thinking about?" ”

"You're just thinking about it." Ye Hehuan shrank into his arms, and only spoke again after a while: "Aunt Jiang is getting married, and the other party seems to be a diamond king." ”

Seeing that Yu Zhongxiao didn't answer, Ye Hehuan raised his head slightly and said, "Why don't you care at all?" People are also your friends. ”

"Just wait for the marriage and give a red envelope."

"Why are you so perfunctory......"

Yu Zhongxiao lowered his head and asked her seriously: "Then what do you say is not perfunctory?" ”

His face was close at hand, and the warm breath sprayed on her forehead, Ye Hehuan's cheeks were hot, and he was a little speechless, but he said in his heart, It's not my friend who is married, why are you asking me.

Yu Zhongxiao's face softened slightly, and he whispered, "Jiang Hui and I are just friends, not what you think." ”

Is this explaining to her?

Ye Hehuan was sweet in his heart, but he hummed in his mouth: "Where does the pure friendship between men and women come from, maybe it was polite at first, but then it was eyebrows, and after a long time, he rolled into bed, and he would find an excuse for drunkenness, and then maintain this unclear relationship for a long time." ”

"What about you and your little sweetheart?" He actually questioned her in a stern manner.

Qin Shousheng is Qin Shousheng, using the high-end vocabulary of bamboo horse, bamboo horse is bamboo horse, and deliberately added the word 'small' in front of bamboo horse.

Ye Hehuan found that her focus had been shifted, but she also liked this new focus, she stood up, wrapped her hands around Yu Zhongxiao's neck, kissed him on the mouth, and approached his face with a smile: "I have a good relationship with Qin Shousheng, do you eat it?" ”

"Nope."

Don't admit it, do you? It's okay if you don't admit it.

Ye Hehuan followed his words and said: "It's okay if you don't have it, I still plan to bring some gifts to Ah Sheng when I go out to play, but I don't know what to buy, little uncle, you can help me choose when the time comes, you are all men, he should like what you pick." ”

Yu Zhongxiao extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, leaned down to kiss her lips, and asked, "Can you take so many things when you buy them?" ”

“……”

Ye Hehuan didn't expect him to suddenly take the initiative to kiss him, he was stunned, and then he blushed and fell into defeat: "Ru...... as