"Sister Zhu, I really can't accept this cigarette."
Yang Fan took the cigarette Zhu Shanshan had slipped into his pocket back out, while his gaze very stealthily swept towards the neckline of Zhu Shanshan.
"Take it!" Zhu Shanshan leaned her soft body heavily against Yang Fan and, squeezing his hand, said, "If you act like this, your sister-in-law might get angry, you know."
This time, Yang Fan didn't try to give it back anymore.
If he refused a gift too many times, it could easily upset people.
Helplessly, Yang Fan accepted the cigarette and stole another glance at the fair skin inside Zhu Shanshan's neckline.
Old Zhou really didn't know how blessed he was, having such an intelligent and sexy wife at home, not cherishing and nurturing their relationship every day, but instead chasing after other women and choosing wildflowers from the roadside with his wallet.
It was simply a waste of heavenly gifts.
