You teach me how others treat you yourself, and so does Bebe.

Peng Cheng treated her like this and she taught him all by herself. She did not leave him because of Peng Cheng's bad behavior. Instead, she sat beside the bed and waited obediently for him to wake up again, and naturally woke up. It was like in the first quarter of a basketball game, all the players would test the referee's judgment standards. Beibei's reaction told Peng Cheng that he could treat her like this.

After a while, Peng Cheng woke up, but he woke up unhappyly, with an impatient look on his face, and then a long string of complaints, complaining that her arrival had disturbed his dreams and prevented him from sleeping soundly. Beibei didn't speak anymore, but just listened to his complaints quietly, drooping his long face, waiting for him to continue falling down to sleep. Half an hour passed, and finally the time she should go to work was coming, and Peng Cheng didn't wake up either.

If she didn't leave, she would be late. Beibei looked at Peng Cheng's white little face the size of a palm. The scar happened to him facing his half face, which was really ugly. She shook his body and said, "Cheng Cheng, I'm going to work, it's time."

Peng Cheng on the bed did not respond at all. He Wensi did not move. He didn't hear a word from Beibei. Perhaps he was too tired. She thought about it and didn't call him again. She picked up her handbag and prepared to go out. Her butt was raised from the bed, and it might be that the bed was lifted up, and Peng Cheng woke up immediately. He turned over and sat up, frightening Beibei who had just stood up.

"Wife, don't leave, you..." Peng Cheng twitched his messy hair in annoyance and said, "I'm up, you haven't eaten yet!"

"Yeah." She was not angry, she stopped and looked at him with her head tilted. She swears that there was no dissatisfaction on her face, but Peng Cheng didn't seem to think so.

"You are angry again." The young man said impatiently, shaking his whole body left and right, closing his eyes and squeezed out wrinkles on his face. It was obvious that he was really upset. He didn't know why his wife got angry again, which made him so upset. As his body swayed, he fell down again.

"If you hadn't called her yesterday for so long, wouldn't you be able to get up today?" Beibei couldn't help it. His expression hit her hard. It was almost a kind of humiliation. The most useful word that blurted out was useless to say now.

You are used to watching palace dramas! If you put this in the harem, the favorite concubines will be locked up. Men have always dared not behaved, so it doesn’t matter what they do, but women cannot say anything, and it will never end up being a good thing.

Peng Cheng turned over and sat up again: "Let's go, I'll get up, I'll take you to work." He pouted and angry, and began to wear clothes, from the inside out, one on the left and the other on the right, dressed in a breeze and fell.

"Okay, you wear it yourself! I'll go." The girl finally got angry. She looked indifferent. She threw this sentence and turned around and cried again. Beibei was so tired of it. Why did she keep crying?

"I'm wearing it all, what are you doing?" Seeing that Beibei was about to leave, Peng Cheng was anxious. He jumped to the ground barefoot, ran to the door a few steps, blocking Beibei's way.

"I won't let you go." Then a bear hug pressed Beibei onto the bed.

"Wait for me to give you, don't be angry." Peng Cheng's pouting mouth looked like a child who didn't want to leave his mother to go to kindergarten, but he was full of attachment.

"Wife, why are you crying?" The tears on your face made Peng Cheng very passive. He turned around in the bed, like a sketch actor with exaggerated acting skills. "Oh! I'm so angry that I'm really annoying you to cry, why are you crying?" Peng Cheng knelt next to Beibei, hugged her and shook it.

"Wife, I feel sad when I cry."

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Just be glad! It’s true that the Communist Party saved the women. Only women in the new society have the courage to show dissatisfaction in front of men. What’s the use of a pity? So what can you do if you show dissatisfaction? At worst, men will leave you and change the one you like more. Once you finish it, what else can you do? There are always people who don’t leave! You should say that, think about it carefully before expressing your point of view. If you don’t leave, do you really don’t want to leave and look for new ones? Maybe you just don’t have the capital to leave!

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In the end, Peng Cheng did not send Beibei to work, and the two went to the bathhouse together. At the breakfast stall at the door of the bathhouse, they ate three pies. Only then did Peng Cheng wake up completely and be much happier.

"Don't call Aunt Xue. It doesn't matter if you like others, but you can't like the old lady." The proper communication made Beibei bold. Under normal circumstances, Peng Cheng seemed to be too serious, which made Beibei misunderstand that he still loved her, and she raised this question again.

"Oh my god! What old lady can I like? I can't! I just like you, my wife." Fortunately, he didn't immediately get anxious. Peng Cheng didn't even twitch his eyelids, just staring at the pie. In front of the food, the primitive desire of people is actually quite cute. He looks obedient.

"Then you go to work!" Beibei reached out and touched his head, his cute and smart head.

"Then I'm leaving, stop crying, you're furious." As he said that, he twisted his body with infinite love and approached the girl, stretched out his hands, touched the grooves on her face with tears on her face repeatedly, and then used his nails to snatch back and forth with his nails, so focused that he didn't blink.

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Facts have repeatedly proved that this is a question of choice, but none of the answers to this question are correct. No matter how Beibei chooses, the answers are wrong. None of the results of all this are what she wants. She faced the choice tremblingly, chose again and again with tears in her eyes, and then returned to the painful ending point. The reason is that what she wants is Peng Cheng's sincerity.

She wanted him to love himself, but because she wanted this, no matter what she chose, it was wrong, and he would never fall in love with her again. Although he swears that the person he loved was her, and although she was happy when she heard it, she still cried when Beibei was alone.

In this luxurious and magnificent office where she was just a cleaning maid, all she left seemed to be crying.

This is like a scene of a Cinderella story, but she is not Cinderella, and she doesn't want any prince. She just wants Peng Cheng to like her, just want him to like her. That is the true meaning of love, right? But it sounds particularly ridiculous. She feels that she is very mean, and his betrayal makes her feel that she is both mean and humiliating, and she doesn't even know how to let herself go.
Chapter completed!