Just the moment she walked out of Peng Cheng's house, Beibei was happy. Is it because he was good to her? Was it his kiss just right? Or was it something else? She couldn't explain clearly, and she had the strength to run again.

She leaned forward and felt that the strength of her legs was so compact, as if she was relaxed than ever. But as for the strange damage, the hallucination could not last long, so she just ran out without ten steps, and she couldn't run away like anger. When she turned around, she saw the dim lights faintly in Peng Cheng's small room. It turned out that there was only so little happiness.

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On the way home, Beibei kept dialing the phone to Peng Cheng. She walked very slowly, dragging her tired legs, as if running in a mud, and she had tried her best. To be honest, she didn't expect the phone to be connected, but just subconsciously wanted to try it and see how long the phone between the boy and Aunt Xue would be connected. Then she tried it and knew that it was really a very long phone call. Until Beibei walked home, the phone still did not hang up.

She was very thin, but she didn't enter the door immediately. She stood in the snow for a while. The snow was so gentle that it swayed one by one. She was pulled by a sudden gust of wind and threw it in any direction, rubbed it on her face and smashed her body. She was waiting for his call to reply, and she might be able to hang up soon this time. After all, they seemed to be a little better just now. She thought he could at least say a few words to Aunt Xue, or in such a cold day, she would go home by herself, so he could call her first to confirm whether she was safe.

After all, he was just looking forward to it. He didn't call back. She waited for a long time, but he didn't. Gradually, Beibei's heart was blown away by the warmth. In this winter night with north wind and snow, it was cooler than anything else.

People’s feelings can be so cold and thin, and they will be the same in the blink of an eye, changing as soon as they change.

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The next night she slept well, and for the first time in a long time she slept so well. She had been bright all night and didn't even have a dream.

The next day she had a fever, but fortunately she was not seriously ill, but she was in a very bad mood. She still had no way to vent after work. Shao Baige's office was empty and cold, and he didn't know how to come, so Beibei stopped leaving. She sat on the newly bought sofa chair. The leather chair smelled strong, and she felt mixed feelings, annoying, and unpleasant.

She didn't understand why her reaction was different from others. Shouldn't she despise this man when she betrayed her? What Peng Cheng wanted to understand was that he might not even explain it clearly. He said it for a long time yesterday, Beibei was still confused, maybe he himself didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Aunt Xue.

Okay, don’t worry about others for now. Beibei feels very bad. When she remembers that Peng Cheng likes Aunt Xue, she feels very bad. What’s wrong with her? Beibei can’t understand why she still can’t stop being angry? And, what’s even more annoying is that she has become so angry that she still misses him endlessly? She is really sure that this is missing, and she finds that the previous ones, those she thought were self-righteous, were not missing.

She felt that this time, she was completely sick, and at this time she began to realize for the first time that she might be depressed. She found that she would start from two aspects of the matter, think repeatedly, and argue with herself. She would ask him to find a reason to explain why he could do such an extraordinary thing. To be honest, she felt that this explanation was very reasonable. Then she would scold herself and Peng Cheng in a harsh manner. How could such a disobedient, dirty and difficult-to-speaking way come up with something that could come up with. It was simply outrageous.

Soon, these two positions gained the upper hand, causing her emotions toss and bumps, and she became stunning.

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When she was unable to solve the problem, she would also call Peng Cheng, but it was not a reconciliation, nor a quarrel, and she didn't know what it was. In fact, she just didn't know what to do to make her feel better. She was stimulated, and she felt like she had burnt carbon in her heart. She had to light something to cool herself up. So she finally called him like crazy and argued with him how dirty and despicable he was going to do something with an old lady.

"Wife, can we still be better?" Peng Cheng was at ease. He always answered Beibei's phone call in a mocking tone. It seemed that she was the only loser who was a shameless loser. Listening to her a bit crazy questioning, he stimulated her until she became hysterical, and he seemed a little more sincere.

"No." Beibei firmly denied it, and hatred made her teeth numb.

Peng Cheng snorted, but he was obviously even more angry: "Then do you understand what I told you yesterday?" Since you can't, there will be no answers. Peng Cheng no longer scolded him patiently and asked like a rogue who took advantage of the situation and refused to pay back.

"Get out." Did he scream? Who can understand? Bebe screamed hysterically, he was so angry that he was so bastard.

"Then we will break up." Peng Cheng calmed down his tone. He didn't want to stimulate her anymore.

"It's not good. I'm so upset. If you say you break up, can I not be upset?" This was her most direct idea, and she had no brains at all. He wanted to break up with her, but she felt sorry for her and she couldn't accept the breakup, but he said that reconciliation would not work. With such a vicious knife, she hated him to death, and she couldn't get along.

"Then what do you want to do? What do you want to do?" Peng Cheng asked her with great interest, leaving her speechless.

Peng Cheng suddenly started yelling, and he yelled fiercely, and Beibei fell on his phone. She tried hard to control her, but she couldn't control her. She cried, and no one could stop her from crying. Her heart hurt. How could she feel better? She felt that there was no way to make herself feel better. It would be better.

She trembled and opened Shao Baige's laptop, which was in full English, and she could also find Tencent QQ. She opened Peng Cheng's QQ and found Xiao Min in it. This chubby Yadan'er actually made a cartoon avatar of Lanmali Xiaojing. Beibei tried it several times before finally discovering that this was her.

"are u there?"

"Are you there?"

Beibei couldn't wait for a long time. She asked Xiaomin how many times she was there in ten minutes? But Xiaomin never answered. The avatar in QQ was always dark, as if it was not there. Beibei wanted to cry in a hurry. She kept wanting to cry, but her heart was blocked in her throat. She couldn't even cry, and she couldn't breathe.

"Xiao Min, are you here?"
Chapter completed!