Fu Pei hung up the phone. Suddenly, he smelled smoke and wrinkled his nose.
Ever since Fu Ting had asked him to quit smoking, he had been very obedient and never touched cigarettes again. He knew that he would die of a terminal illness in the future, and he was afraid that he would not be able to accompany Fu Ting for the rest of his life if he died early. He usually paid great attention to his health and did not even want to smell the smoke of cigarettes.
Everyone in the crew knew that he cared about his health and never dared to smoke in front of him.
At this moment, he raised his head slightly and saw Qin Qing, who was working with him, sitting under a tree in a red spaghetti strap dress and puffing smoke.
Fu Pei had seen many girls smoke, but none of them were as smelly as Qin Qing.
However, there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He only felt that it was extremely unpleasant to the eye.
