I'd love to live next door to you

Han Zhijin still didn't speak, didn't even have a look at summer goodnight, but reached for the cigarette box again.

"You dare to take out another cigarette!" Don't wait for Han Zhijin's fingertips to touch the smoke, and Xia goodnight angrily swished again.

Han Zhijin reached into the tip of his finger in the cigarette box, moved it, moved it again, and finally released the cigarette he held, and silently withdrew his hand back to his side.

Seeing his reaction, Xia goodnight's face finally improved a little: "look at the smell in your office. Is it a place for people to stay?"

Sitting on the floor, regardless of the image of Han Zhijin leaning on the sofa, when he heard this, he opened his mouth unconvinced and finally made a dull voice: "little aunt, how can I not be a person?"

"You know I'm saying you're not human!" Xia goodnight said that she began to clean up the cigarette box beside Han Zhijin. She picked up the cigarette box and threw it into the dustbin, regardless of whether there was smoke or not: "one box, two boxes Eight boxes Fifteen boxes When you came to work today, you played with 15 boxes of cigarettes? How can you be so competent? Why can't you be so competent! "

The sprayed Han Zhijin moved his lips and didn't say anything, but his head fell down.

Seeing his appearance, summer evening was relieved and soft: "even if you have something to spoil your heart, you can't spoil your body like this. You didn't smoke before. Now you suddenly smoke like this. You're not going to die!"

After cleaning up the cigarette box, I smoked some paper towels, threw the cigarette end into the garbage can, and opened my mouth again: "Han Zhijin, I can tell you, you'd better give me smoking cessation If you really don't want to quit smoking, OK, but I have a condition that you can't smoke in front of youman... "

There are vines Along with these two words, Han Zhijin, who was sitting on the ground and spitting out from Xia goodnight's mouth, trembled slightly.

Xia goodnight, who focuses on cigarette butts, turns his back to Han Zhijin, but doesn't notice his difference, and mutters: "youman is different now. She is pregnant, and her baby can't smoke second-hand smoke..."

Han Zhijin didn't speak, but his eyes were red.

Late to hear Han Zhijin's response, Xia goodnight turned to Han Zhijin and said, "Han Zhijin, do you hear me?"

Seeing Xia goodnight's turning back, Han Zhijin subconsciously lowered his head. He didn't move his lips, but made a "hum" in his voice.

Xia goodnight heard Han Zhijin's response. He looked down again and began to pick up cigarette butts. He took a paper towel to wipe the ashes. "And ah, you live downstairs with a vine. She is pregnant. It must be inconvenient for many times. You remember to visit her home more In case she is a pregnant woman in danger... "

Han Zhijin's throat, as if choked by something in general, sour, astringent, he spent a lot of effort, just let himself "Oh" a.

As the sound settled, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye and hit the back of his hand.

"Well, you don't have to. Don't lie on the ground like this. Go take a bath and change into clean clothes. You can see what you look like now. Wait for the elder sister-in-law to come here, or be told by others. You must be scolded again." Xia goodnight said, and looked at Han Zhijin again.