The Evil President Only Marries and Doesn't Love: Wanted to hunt down the little wife Chapter 182: [At this moment you are plotting against me again] 42
Chapter 182: [At this moment you are plotting against me again] 42
Memories seem to like to fight against human beings. The more they don't want to see, the more they will appear in front of them.
Jian Yan stopped in his tracks and turned back indifferently. As expected, Su Yinuo did not chase after him. Instead, he stood there and smoked a cigarette, looking at the completely empty wall opposite.
With plenty of time, she didn't chase him, didn't cry, and didn't ask him, "Jian Yi, don't you want me anymore?"
Jian Yi frowned, and felt even more unhappy when she saw Su Yinuo's current expression.
There are too many things in her eyes, maybe some of them belong to her.
But just smoking with such a heavy heart makes me feel uncomfortable.
She should look at him proudly, or use scheming to seduce him and get something from him.
But she didn't. Such a sad and decadent look didn't suit her at all.
Jian Jian walked back with long strides, stretched out his hand, and snatched the cigarette butt in her hand.
Su Yinuo turned around in shock, and when Jian Yi's face appeared in front of him again, he smiled softly.
"Mr. Jian, it seems that you like to pinch out other people's cigarettes. Do you want to smoke?"
She didn't expect that he would come back. She wondered if Jian Yi was the same as her just now. Thinking about it, the breakup scene between the two of them happened three months before the day of complete separation?
He simply threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and waved the air around him that still smelled of smoke.
He has always found the smell disgusting.
The smile at the corner of Su Yinuo's mouth did not disappear. Instead, he turned sideways, curved the corners of his mouth, and tilted his head to look at him.
"That's right, why would the famous Mr. Jian like to smoke other people's second-hand smoke?"
Su Yinuo picked up the cigarette case and handed it to Jian Yan, "Would you like to smoke one?"
With a wave of his hand, Jian Yinuo knocked out the cigarette case in Su Yinuo's hand. The pride cigarettes contained in the white box just flew through the air in a long arc.
"Oh……"
Su Yinuo shook his head, "Mr. Jian, you are so wasteful."
Jian Yi smiled, resisting the urge to strangle this woman to death, and snorted, with the flavor of a game of life, "I'm not as degenerate as you, and I like smoking."
"Too……"
Su Yinuo stretched out her right arm coquettishly and held his neck. She pressed her whole body towards him. She simply lowered her head and could see her breasts, which were white and tender.