Chapter 1072： When did you like the smell of smoke?

Feng Xian didn't wake up and was crushed to death by alcohol.

She stared at him with her head supported and smiled slowly.

The slender fingers stretched over and lightly scratched his nose, as if teasing a little milk dog.

The man still had no response.

After a while, she followed his posture and leaned against the wall, and squinted her eyes for a false sleep.

The fingers tapped on the knees, and fell along with the brisk melody.

The song "The Next Second" by singer Zhang Bichen.

I really want to be like this, I’ll grow old, preferably in the next second~

Perhaps she is also drunk tonight.

When Feng Can and Wei Wu returned to Feng's house, they only saw the hot air balloon's butt, which was still dark and not real.

He didn't want to miss such a rare scene, and quickly went to look for the telescope.

Let Wei Wu see it first, and then see it for herself.

"No, I can't see people." Feng Can vomited, "I knew it would be better to install a camera in a hot air balloon, or who has a flying machine?"

As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Shiwan’s thrill came in her head: "Don't always think about brother, take your girlfriend to dinner."

Feng Can's ears were dyed crimson.

As he was about to leave, someone held his shoulders, and turned his head to see that it was Cang Zeyue.

"Brother Cang."

With a cigarette in the corner of Cang Zeyue's mouth, his voice was slightly deep, "Come with me."

"what's up?"

People were dragged away.

When he got to the side, Cang Ze took the cigarette away, with a faint melancholy in his eyebrows: "Did you meet with Bai Mucheng just now?"

Feng Can frowned and said, "Well, I was driven away."

"Get out?" Cang Ze laughed, took a cigarette, and slowly spit it out. After a long silence, there was a struggling and irritable expression on his eyebrows: "I don't want to worry about it... Damn it, go ahead."

Feng Can couldn't understand and he couldn't understand: "Brother Cang, what are you going to do?"

The more Cang Ze squeezed out the cigarette at will, and threw it into the trash can next to it, "Adults naturally have things that adults should be busy with, so children don't care."

After falling down with a lazy sound, he turned and walked towards the door, showing a lazy and domineering snake king in his back.

Feng Can touched the back of his head, doubting in his heart.

After a while, Cang Zeyue came to the gate of the house.

On the way, he called Bai Mucheng, and the two met at the intersection.

When he came there, he saw a car. After he walked over, he deliberately patted the smell of smoke on his body before pulling up the car door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat on it, I was choked by a strong smell of smoke.

He coughed twice and looked at the mist-shrouded man in the driver's seat.

The warm and soft handsome face was blurred by the white mist, and it felt like a white paper dotted with ink, and then crumpled.

"Transformed?" Cang Ze asked with a smile.

Bai Mucheng used to be the best with Fengxian. One of the common characteristics of the two is that they hate the smell of smoke.

Compared to Fengxian, Bai Mucheng is a bit more obvious.

In the past, anyone who smoked by his side would have psychological disgust, which could last for a whole day.

But at this time, the smell of smoke on his body was heavier than his.

Bai Mucheng lifted his eyes slowly, the moles of tears under Feng's eyes were hidden in the darkness, and a deep and sharp light radiated from the bottom of his eyes: "Following Feng Can's little man, what's the background?"

Cang Ze raised his eyebrows: "Fancy?"

"Just take it."

Cang choose the more laugh: "?? Think I still want to beat A string killed before that thing will not say, now secondary damage, Crosses"

He heyed, and smiled and approached Bai Mucheng: "So, it's not Tang Qianqian that you are after?"

Bai Mucheng turned his head, his calm eyes were level with him.