The whole person leaned against the corner of the sofa with a blank expression. He bit on half a cigarette that was almost burned out, and beside him lay a child. The two seemed very close.,Meng Qiong shut the door, and the child, hearing the sound, turned his head. He was stunned for a moment before hurriedly withdrawing his hand.,Shen Fengxi's breath was still tinged with the lingering taste of alcohol, his thin earlobes almost touching: "What's with that tone Jealous"。