Chapter 1836: Not Enough Time

This is an exquisite woman, and there is no woman who is not exquisite. It can be seen that although the clothes she is wearing are very simple and do not have much craftsmanship, they are just a simple small suit and a pair of trousers, but they are It also has a whole body temperament. This body is very refined and beautiful, and it is also very tasteful.

A woman's taste itself lies in her clothes.

There are also the matching jewelry and decorations on her body.

When Brother Hua raised his face again, he saw a small earring on the woman's ear. He didn't know what it was made of. A very beautiful light was flowing from time to time, and there was also a small earring on her neck. The thin chain and the ring on the finger are neither too obtrusive nor too showy.

She is also keeping a low profile and adding a few points to her clothes.

The woman also sat in front of him.

Brother Hua just stared at her face coolly.

Something seems familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere, but he just can't remember it for a while. He doesn't know any of his old sweethearts. However, he doesn't know when a woman loves him enough and can still give him something. Send off.

No more words.

Things are not needed either.

Tears are even more unnecessary. What he wants most now is a pack of cigarettes, just give him a pack of cigarettes.

At this moment, the woman took out two things from her bag, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and placed them on the table.

Brother Hua didn't reach out to take it. No matter how bad his craving for cigarettes was at this time, he still didn't touch the pack of cigarettes.

The prison guard standing on the side saw it but pretended not to see it.

Brother Hua then reached out, picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table, took out one, then picked up the lighter, lit it, and took a puff, the small muscles on his body seemed to be trembling.

These are famous cigarettes, and a box costs nearly a hundred yuan.

When he was a rich man, he finished smoking one stick, and then another one. His movements were very skillful. It was not until he had smoked five sticks that he leaned his head on the chair behind him.

Now that he has smoked, even if he is asked to die, he is willing to do so.

This cigarette is really a good thing, and he is closer than his biological parents. He hopes that he can smoke a few packs before he dies. If this is the case, it doesn't matter if he dies tomorrow.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

For this reason, he pointed to a pack of cigarettes on the table.

Yan Huan took off his sunglasses.

Brother Hua narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh, it's you."

He recognized it, but you were thin and ugly at that time. Ugly Maomao didn't want to fall in love with you. If Huang Mao were here now, he might regret it, why he didn't do anything to you in the first place.

Yan Huan also leaned his back and watched Brother Hua smoking. She didn't say anything until Brother Hua finished smoking the entire pack, then she stood up and walked out.

And the next day, when she came over again, Brother Hua still didn't have much expression, and of course he didn't have too many emotions.

He would smoke if Yan Huan gave him a cigarette, and he didn't have to smoke if he didn't.

It was still the same on the third day. Every time I got a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

And every cigarette is different, even from abroad.

In this way, Yan Huan came every day, smoking a different variety every time. Brother Hua, who was indifferent at first, is now looking forward to it.

He was originally a smoker, but his yellow hair was lost in the hands of his parents, and he had no worries in his life. The most important thing in his heart was these cigarettes. Maybe the last thing he wanted to destroy would be the cigarettes.

And he is also willing to die on the smoke.

"I don't have much time," Brother Hua knew that he had been sentenced to death, and it was not long before his execution. Although he didn't remember the date, he could learn from other people's words and deeds. You can tell.

He is not far from death.

In this life, I can smoke so many kinds of cigarettes, and I think it’s worth it.

He stretched out his hand, took out another one and put it to his lips. There was a faint smell of tobacco in his nose. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and he changed from the initial irritability to the current peace.

"Come here again tomorrow and bring me a bag," Brother Hua smiled nonchalantly. The evil spirit was gone, and the violence was gone. Maybe it was the relief of accepting one's fate. For some people, living is just like suffering a kiss. Death comes easily, and that's the kind of person he is.

When a person like him lives in the world, he is a disaster to others, so everyone is eager to let him die.

If the people who asked him to do things want him dead, then no one can know about their things. The people he killed now also want him dead, so that they can take revenge.

There are also those who are held by him, who also hope that he will die so that they can be safe and sound.

The world is dirty, and what is even dirtier is the human heart.

So it doesn't matter to him whether he dies or not.

However, he could die more happily because someone came to see him.

He suddenly discovered that this woman was very beautiful, really beautiful. She had a pair of beautiful eyes, and he could cut out his own reflection from her eyes.

Her eyebrows are very gentle, and she has always been very calm, but there are other things.

This woman has a story, more than one.

Hua Ge wanted to know, but there was not enough time.

He thought that if he had more time, he might really fall in love with this woman, but it was a pity that he hadn't yet, of course, because it was too late.

And people like him, as expected, have no heart, no love, and are not worthy of love.

"Have you quit your drug addiction?" He asked Yan Huan. He actually remembered everything, remembered his eyes at that time, the hatred with unyielding, the fierceness like a beast, and the desire for life.

Even if it became like this, she didn't think about death, she wanted to live.

Was it to see someone, or because she was reluctant to give up something?

Hua Ge didn't ask at that time, because she was the garbage he threw away.

He didn't want to ask now, because it would be a burden he couldn't bear.

"Quit it," Yan Huan spoke to him for the first time.

"Your voice is good," Brother Hua smiled, "Yes, it's good, no noise, and it's very low-key, so you should be able to sing very well."

"I can't sing," Yan Huan said the truth, because she can't sing well, otherwise, she could become a singer, like Song Xihua, a three-dimensional star in film, television and music.

However, people are not perfect. God gave Yan Huan a very good appearance, but did not give her a good voice for singing, so she really can't sing.