Han Luoxuan's steps were heavy, and he had been in a bad mood for a while.

When he returned to the apartment, he opened two bottles of red wine, drank one glass after another, and in less than ten minutes, two bottles of red wine bottomed out.

The alcohol purity of red wine is high, and there is enough stamina, but the man is not half drunk, he sits on the sofa and smokes, sneering in his heart.

That night, I was only half a bottle of spirits, and I was so drunk that I didn't even remember who I slept with, but today I was very sober with two bottles of wine.

It was ironic, he sneered, leaned on the sofa, smoking one by one, until the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and then got up and went upstairs.

On the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, there was a suit hanging on it, Han Luoxuan picked it up and found that it was his own, he paused in his footsteps, his dark eyes swept towards the guest room diagonally opposite, his handsome face was slightly cold, and then walked into the room......

After he entered, only two or three minutes later, Tracy came out of the room, sleepy-eyed, and felt thirsty in the middle of the night, so she went downstairs to drink water.

As soon as she arrived in the living room, the air was mixed with the strong smell of wine and smoke, she frowned, coughed twice, and quickly opened the window a crack.

The headlights were on in the living room, and she could clearly see two empty wine bottles on the coffee table, and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"It's really cigarettes and alcohol that don't leave your hands......" She smiled helplessly, and after drinking the water in the cup, she took away the empty wine bottle by the way, and packed up the ashtray before returning to the room to rest.

The next morning, Tracy woke up at six o'clock, and when she went downstairs, she unexpectedly found Han Luoxuan sitting in the living room, holding a newspaper in his hand and half a cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table.

The cigarette butt and the fire were obviously just extinguished, because the windows were open, and there was no smell of smoke in the air.

Tracy's brows furrowed, she didn't say anything, she went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk to drink, and after drinking half of it, she still couldn't help but walk into the living room.

"Mr. Han......" She stood in front of the coffee table, stared at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke, "Do you have to smoke?" ”

Han Luoxuan didn't look up, his eyes were fixed on the newspaper, and his tone was indifferent, "You want me to quit smoking?" ”

"No, of course not...... she subconsciously pressed her hands on her lower abdomen, "I just want you to pump a little less." ”

The man raised his eyes, just in time to see her movements, his dark eyes fixed on the woman's flat lower abdomen, and after a moment, he hooked his lips: "Sorry, I always don't remember that you are pregnant." ”

This sentence is true, he has had few women over the years, but they are all gone, especially in the past few years, there are no women who can attract him.

Han Luoxuan thought that he might have to be single in this life, he would rather die alone than find a woman to marry at will.

And now, not only is he married, but he even has an extra child, and it is definitely not easy for him to accept them for a while.

So, sometimes he doesn't remember that there was a pregnant woman at home.

"It's okay." She smiled faintly, knowing that he had misunderstood what she meant.

She asked him to smoke less not just because of the child, but because she felt that his cigarettes and alcohol were extremely damaging to his body.

Thinking of this, Tracy was suddenly stunned, and only then did she realize that she seemed to care about him?

She was a little embarrassed, her expression began to become unnatural, her face changed, and she turned and walked quickly back to the kitchen.

Picking up the half-drunk milk, she walked around the kitchen, panicking for no reason, her eyebrows almost twisted.