It was a small Lingtong number, and Beibei recognized it at a glance that it was Aunt Xue's phone number. The entire call list was almost filled with this number, densely packed, which made her feel overflowing with urine in her bladder.

Peng Cheng would call this number every day and keep talking. Sometimes it would even be connected for more than two hours. Then the call record was broken, but it would continue to be connected in less than five minutes.

What does this mean?

It means that the phone is out of power, so I find a charger to rush on and continue to activate.

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After this first time, Beibei began to get out of control. She began to read Peng Cheng's call list without restraint, from several times a day to several times an hour, and even one phone call Peng Cheng has not hung up. She has checked it many times. She is still summarizing the tables in Excel, and accumulated the call time and phone bills between Peng Cheng and Aunt Xue. Are you sick or not? Then she will be furious and call Peng Cheng to question Peng Cheng, but the moment she answers the phone again, she will be swearing in a tone of inquiries.

"Why do you always call her?"

"I'll borrow some money from her. Can she lend me if she doesn't have a good relationship?" This line is extremely accurate for a poor third-rate actor, let alone Peng Cheng.

"What kind of relationship do you have?"

"She is my godmother, she can control me."

No one believed this, but Beibei didn't dare to say it. She began to hate herself for checking these damn call records. She could not do anything when she saw them. This behavior was finally as difficult as obsessive-compulsive disorder. These words would only make her more upset, and then she lost her mind to argue with Peng Cheng. The most helpless thing was that when the relationship was difficult to control, people always couldn't find the point of their words, and were forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step and returned home in disgrace.

"You have nothing to do?" Peng Cheng asked her impatiently.

"It's nothing." She still looked aggrieved.

"If you have nothing to do, just die! My boss will deduct money when he sees it."

"Then how could you fight her for so long?"

This is a question that is both flipped and decisive. It is indeed a good question, but whether you ask or not is destined to be defeated. The reason for the complete defeat is not that Peng Cheng answered ingeniously, but that Peng Cheng no longer loved Beibei. He would not be shocked if he asked any questions at this time, nor would he tell the truth again.

"Then it was wrong when you called and chose it. Now the boss is here! Wasn't the boss not here at that time?" Peng Cheng was unhappy.

"Why don't you call me when the boss is away?"

"You're all asleep, who will I call?" Peng Cheng suddenly lowered his voice. "Okay, come here, I won't say it anymore, I'll die."

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"Xiao Peng, the boss is here, you..." Aunt Xue shouted in a hurry to the male department, but she didn't finish her words. The old lady seemed too anxious, and she didn't care about so many men taking a bath in the male department. She was close to the second floor, and the curtain hanging in front of the male department was shouting, and she didn't even have to put on her shoes.

Peng Cheng had known that his boss had come, and he had heard the time he was talking on the phone with Beibei. The sound of running on the second floor was squinted. If the boss had not come, it would not have happened. When he put away his phone, he happened to see the boss who was not as good as a wealthy person walking in front of him. The man was wearing an ordinary cashmere sweater, but with a valuable watch. He glanced at Peng Cheng with a sideways and went straight out of the door.

"Auntie, thank you!" There were not so many people taking a bath in the bathhouse in the morning, and it was enough for the child to work alone downstairs. Peng Cheng turned to the second floor and squatted at the small bar where Aunt Xue knitting sweaters and talked to Aunt Xue.

"I knew he was coming down, so I wouldn't hang up the phone even though I didn't want to." Peng Cheng's usual disgust was like the men in the siege of the city. Women were more like a waste of money to them. The only hope in life was to lose their wife in middle age.

"You are quarreling with Beibei again?" Aunt Xue gently raised her eyelids and raised her eyebrows. Her expression was really lively, flexible and vivid, and she gave a charming look.

"Well! She has a ill mind and has been harsh all day long." Peng Cheng said, impatiently, and sat down next to Aunt Xue, as if he was very angry.

"She doesn't know if you don't let the phone answer the phone at work?" This sentence is like a question that sows apart, and most men don't understand it. This is called experience. Experience that is particularly accurate and will shine wherever you use it.

"I know! I don't know I can still talk about her! She thought I should call her every day, or I don't love her." Peng Cheng seemed to have a headache. He inserted his fingers into his hair like a comb, and hugged a strand of hair on his forehead. At the end, his head tilted to the side, raised his eyelids and glanced at Aunt Xue.

"You said I think I'm good enough to her. She always wants to stick to it every day, what's sticky? When can't we meet, you say? I'm calling her when I have to go to work, and I'll get the money off when I grab it. What do you think there is anything to stick to?"

Peng Cheng said this long dialogue intermittently and cleverly highlighted the key points. The more he spoke, he became louder and louder, and began to rush to make his face. As he spoke, he turned sideways and said face to face. His palms were facing up and five fingers were not next to each other. While speaking, he trembled up and down, and he was so excited that Aunt Xue hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "Little girl, you see you!"

"Oh!" Peng Cheng smiled bitterly, pulled his hand back to comb his hair. "I think this is going to be so soon. I'm so harsh, and I'm almost no longer loving you." After saying that, he smirked slightly.

Aunt Xue reached out and slapped Peng Cheng, as if she was very anxious, and she scolded Peng Cheng sternly and said, "Don't always say that. Beibei is pretty good. Nothing is better than you. You have to be more kind to others. What do you have? She just doesn't take it too much! "

Most of the relationships between men and women are like this. Most of the people who do not involve food, food, food, and salt talks very well. As long as the vested interests are here, who can't speak good things in accordance with the feelings!

"I'm too ignorant of the matter, do you understand? I'm having a brain disease." Peng Cheng was really angry, it was so weird. Why did he suddenly get angry? His facial features were all clenching. After saying that, he even pouted diagonally upwards, as if he had a cerebral thrombosis.

Hohohohoho.

Aunt Xue laughed like honey until she finished her laughing, then took Peng Cheng's hand, put it on his own, and patted her left hand rhythmically: "Okay, okay, don't worry, go to the rest room to sleep for a while! You didn't sleep much last night, I'll show you."
Chapter completed!