On the way back, Bo Yanching was unusually silent.
When they were a few streets away from the apartment, Han Che parked the car by the roadside and went into the mall.
Mo Tingshen thought Bo Yanching wanted to smoke, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and had just managed to pull one out when suddenly, from the side, came a sentence:
"Get out and smoke, don't let the smell get on me."
Mo Tingshen was stunned for a moment. He held the cigarette in his mouth and suddenly leaned close to Bo Yanching, resting his hand on the man's shoulder, tilting his chin slightly, and squinting, "What's with the act? You're a heavy smoker, and you're worried about smelling like smoke?"
Bo Yanching disdainfully brushed the hand off his shoulder, "Jiaojiao doesn't mind me smoking, but she doesn't like me having a heavy smoke smell on me, so I'm considerate."
Mo Tingshen's expression suddenly froze.
