Chapter 1836: Not enough time

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This is an exquisite woman, but also an inexhaustible woman, which can be seen. Although the clothes she wears are very simple, and there is not much craftsmanship, it is a simple small suit with a pair of pants, but It is also a whole-body temperament, this body is very refined and beautiful, and it is also very tasteful.
A woman's taste is her dress.
There are also jewelry and decorations that complement each other.
When Brother Hua lifted his face again, he saw a woman with a small ear stud on her ear. I didn’t know what it was made of, and there was a beautiful light flowing from time to time, as well as above her neck. The thin chain and the ring on the finger were neither too abrupt nor too flamboyant.
It was also a low-key self, and added a bit for her clothing.
The woman also sat in front of him.
Hua Ge stared at her face so coolly.
Some deja vu, it seems that I have seen it somewhere, but I can’t remember it for a while, it won’t be any of his old looks, but he doesn’t know, when a woman loves him, he can still give him See off
Don't talk.
Things are not needed.
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 two things out of her bag, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter, and put it on the table.
Brother Hua didn't reach for it, even though his cigarette addict was so powerful at this time, he still didn't touch the pack of cigarettes.
The prison guard standing on the side saw it as if he didn't.
This is Hua Ge's hand, and he took the pack of cigarettes from the table, took out one, and then picked up the lighter again, lit it, he took a sip, and the small muscles on his body seemed to be shaking.
This is a famous cigarette, and a box is about to block more than 100 pieces.
When he was a rich man, he drew one, and then he drew another. He was very proficient in the movement, and after he got five, he leaned back on the chair behind him.
With smoke, he is willing even now to let him die.
This cigarette is really a good thing. He is more dear than his parents. He hopes that he can smoke a few bags before he dies. If so, it doesn’t matter if he died tomorrow.
"Speak, what are you doing?"
For the sake of this, he pointed to a pack of cigarettes on the table.
Yan Huan took off his sunglasses.
Hua Ge narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Oh, it's you."
He recognized it, but it was then that you were thin and ugly. The ugly hairs didn't want to fall in love with you. If Huangmao is here now, you might all regret it. Why didn't you do anything to you?
Yan Huan also leaned her back, just watching Huage smoking. She didn't say anything. She didn't stand up until Huage had finished all the bags, and then she went out.
And the next day, she came again, Hua Ge still didn't have much expression, of course, not too much emotion.
When Yan Huan gave him cigarettes, he smoked, and he could not smoke without giving him.
It was the same on the third day, every time I came with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter
Each time the smoke is different, even from abroad.
In this way, Yan Huan comes every day, every time it is a kind of smoke. From the initial indifference, Hua Ge is now looking forward to it.
He was originally a smoker, and Huang Mao was planted in the hands of his parents, and he had nothing to do with his life. The most important thing to keep him in mind was these cigarettes. Maybe he will destroy them in the end.
And he died willing to smoke.
"My time is running out," Hua Ge knew that he had been sentenced to death, and it was not long before he was executed. Although he didn't remember the days, he could learn from other people's philosophical practice. I can hear it.
He is not far from death.
I can smoke so many kinds of cigarettes in my life.
He stretched out his hand, and then pulled out one on his lips, and there was a faint smell of tobacco between his nose. His eyes narrowed slightly, and it was from the initial irritability to the peace now.
"You come again tomorrow, bring me a bag," Brother Hua didn't care about the smile, the wickedness was gone, the violentness was also gone, and it might also be the kind of life-saving relief. He died happy, and he is such a person.
People like him live in the world. For others, it is a scourge, so everyone is eager to let him die.
If the person who asked him to do something wanted him to die, then no one would know what happened to them. Those who were killed by him now also want him to die, so that they can get revenge.
And those who hold the handle by him also hope that he will die so that he can be safe.
The world is dirty, and the dirtiest is the human heart.
So whether he died or not, he didn’t matter.
However, he could die more happily, because someone came to see him.
He suddenly discovered that this woman is very beautiful and really beautiful. She has very beautiful eyes, and he can cut out his own reflection from her eyes.
Her eyebrows are very gentle, she has always been calm, but not without other things.
This woman has a story, there is more than one.
But Brother Hua wants to know, but time is not enough.
He thought that if he was given more time, he might really fall in love with this woman, but it’s a pity, not yet, of course, because it was too late.
And people like him really have no heart and no love, not to mention love.
"Your drug addiction, quit?" He asked Yan Huan, he actually remembered everything, and remembered his eyes at that time, with the unyielding kind of hatred, it was as fierce as a beast, and there was also a sense of health. Longing.
Even if it became like this, she had never thought of dying, she wanted to live.
Is it to meet someone, or is it because you don’t give up?
Hua Ge did not ask at the time, because she was the garbage he left behind.
He doesn't want to ask him now, because it will be a burden that he cannot afford.
"Quit," Yan Huan spoke to him for the first time.
"Your voice is good," Hua Ge smiled. "It's good, there is no murmur, and it is very low-key. It should be very nice to sing."
"I can't sing," Yan Huan told the truth, because she could not sing well, otherwise, she could be a singer, just like Song Xihua, she became a film and television song, a tri-star.
However, the person is not perfect, God gave Yan Huan a very good appearance, but she did not give her a good voice that can sing, so she really can't sing.