Chapter 717: Saying One Thing and Meaning Another

"Didn't you say before that you were going to give it to me? Why haven't you decided yet?"

Zijun's eyes were cold, "If you keep this up, you won't even get dinner tonight."

"Don't rush me, wait until I finish this story!"

Su Sheng felt he needed to prepare a bit, so he took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, but didn't light it—after all, the woman beside him was going to have his child, and he had to stay away from smoking near her.

"If you want to smoke, just smoke, but sit over there."

Zijun pointed to the end of the sofa; this was the downstairs hall, a vast space where a little smoke would quickly disperse, no harm done.

Her grandfather had also been a heavy smoker; she wasn't too repelled by the smell of cigarettes, even getting used to the scent on Su Sheng sometimes.

"Cough, cough, tobacco is also medicinal, healing wounds. I'll quit eventually!"