Zhuang Long was shot while lying down.
Zhuang Long was very innocent. Talking about perfume could also attract fire.
He finally shut up.
Xiao Li suddenly felt that the air in the car was clear and the world was peaceful.
When she arrived at school, it was not yet time for class to end. She still had to wait a few minutes. Xiao Li rolled down the window and took out a cigarette. Just as she lit it, the man beside her suddenly reached out and snatched the cigarette from her hand.
Xiao Li glanced at Zhuang Long.
Zhuang Long said in a non-negotiable tone, "As long as I'm beside you once, don't even think about smoking."
Xiao Li felt that these words were actually quite sweet.
Of course, if Zhuang Long could say this to her before the divorce, she would be even happier.
"I'm addicted to cigarettes," she said. "When don't have anything in my mouth, I'm not used to it."
Zhuang Long said, "I'll go buy something for you."
