It was getting dark and I walked out of the apartment. The breeze blowing in my face only made me feel fresh at this moment. I couldn't help but take out the cigarette case, light it and take a few puffs, letting the nicotine-filled smoke and fresh air take over my lungs.
It's time to end. I decided to walk out of this magnificent high-end apartment without any regrets. How many times is this? I couldn't help but want to laugh. Suddenly a hand cut off the cigarette from my mouth. I was not surprised at all. The owner of that hand is my driver and secretary. He is also the only person who dares to be arrogant to me and I can tolerate it. She glanced at the pitiful cigarette in his hand that was pinched into two pieces, and sat in the car with a wry smile. I am too lazy to argue with him any more. He will always keep saying the same old words: Smoking is harmful to health, and women who smoke are too ugly. For the sake of my ears, it's better to say less.