Putting down Beibei's phone, Peng Cheng was like a frog waiting alone in a dry well, almost desperate. He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, closed his eyes, as if he was struggling to death. There were only a few men in the bathhouse who were almost taken off, and they all looked at him weirdly. The Nokia phone, the size of a beef tongue cake, was not outstanding anywhere, and the speaker effect was amazing. Even the bathing uncle who was sweating profusely in the inner room raised his head and glanced at him, which made him feel very embarrassed.

He smiled awkwardly at the uncle who was scrubbing, and the corners of his mouth were dry and painful. He didn't like Beibei's hysterical yelling. The girl was so nice, she didn't look like a delicate woman. She just liked to scream like this. How many times have she always wanted to get angry, and the anger made him feel like he had hemorrhoids, and he was restless. He had to hug him tightly and coax and persuade him, carefully afraid that he would not know what was wrong with what was wrong. It was obviously a foolproof statement, and it was very likely that Beibei over there would be tide and explode. Alas! He couldn't hang up the phone, right?

At this moment, his son, Peng Cheng sat down on the short stool in his shoes, and his sweat broke out.

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He lost again last night. The speed of his pussy playing Ying'er was so amazing. He always wanted to make it back, but he couldn't make it back. Last night, he won some money at the beginning. At one point, the young man couldn't stop smiling. The big guys in the dark field stopped to see him bet. He was the same. He firmly believed in this because of such a situation. He really often had it.

Later, somehow, from the moment he was proud, his machine never made money. Peng Cheng couldn't figure out why the machine suddenly stopped making money. His betting method has not changed. It doesn't make sense that he won so much before, but suddenly he didn't get money. So he took the money again and again to try it out. Finally, he excused the last set of numbers in the refrigerator. He called Xiao Min and Aunt Xue, but not Beibei. Then, he went home.

Home is still warm, maybe it's too warm, Peng Cheng felt that he had no strength, and he didn't even have the strength to take off his shoes. The young man sat on the edge of the bed. I don't know what's going on with the bed today. The board was so hard that it was crossing his butt, and the shoes were also tied around his feet, tight and uncomfortable, which made him more and more irritable. He glared at the heel of the other foot with one foot, trying to get rid of the shoes, but it was very difficult. He was so tight that he was tightly held. He became more and more angry. Finally, he raised his legs angrily, put his shoes off, turned over the bed, and wrapped it in a quilt.

The quilt was bought by Beibei, and it was too thick. He hid in a cotton jacket. After a while, Peng Cheng felt that the quilt was so hot that it was so annoying. He wanted to go out and grab some coolness at the door, so he really went there, but it was not the door, but the window.

Peng Cheng twisted the handle of the window, maybe it was frozen, and the window was not opened. He punched his fist twice. In the quiet late night, the two clanging sounds lit up the sensor light at the door. He was so anxious that the orange-yellow light pierced his eyes, like the shining sound when he opened the refrigerator in the dark.

The window was opened, and the snow on the windowsill kept the snow free in shape, spread flat on the cement windowsill, with a slight curve, natural perfect and even, although it looked very soft, the snow had already frozen into ice. Peng Cheng couldn't grab it, so he placed his palm flat on it and brushed it for a while. He felt that the palm was wet, and water was flowing down, and his heart was cool.

After losing money, Peng Cheng always felt excited, even hotter than winning money. His heart became more and more anxious, which became a bad cycle, making him uncomfortable.

Soon, the ice was about to melt, and Nokia rang again in the room. Peng Cheng turned around and his cell phone was on the bed. He saw the phone call from Aunt Xue. He had known that Aunt Xue would definitely come over. There was something worse than now. So Peng Cheng closed the window and went to the kitchen to wash his hands with cold water. The phone stopped ringing, but he had not finished washing. The cold water felt warm. He used a white towel to dry his hands carefully, like a beautiful glass cup, wiped it very carefully, and every finger was dried with a towel. Then he walked back to the house and went back to Aunt Xue.

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"Auntie, I lost the money again. I'll give it to you when I have money!"

He lay decadently on the bed, his hair was dirty and covered with oil. During this night, he was filled with smoke. He won and lost money, which made him sweat all over his head, drying and sweating, and a strange smell.

When talking to Aunt Xue, he doesn't have to face Beibei. Peng Cheng relaxed a lot. He doesn't need to lie, he is not afraid that Aunt Xue will know anything, Aunt Xue will never criticize herself, and don't gamble like this, Aunt Xue won't say anything, at most she will only tell herself to find a similar second-married woman and be a cheap dad.

Peng Cheng knew that this was actually a kind of guidance. Aunt Xue wanted to say that she was the woman who had a cheap father in the second marriage. She was really confident, a cheap father? At one point he thought it was quite ridiculous.

"What's going on this time?" Aunt Xue asked slowly. Peng Cheng took her five hundred yuan to play with her, and it was normal for her to ask.

"I don't know, I won at the beginning." At this critical moment, the young man turned over and he won at the beginning. This made him feel suddenly frustrated. If he had left at that time, he would not have to do this now! "Oh! Stop talking, aunt, I'm upset."

"How is your wife? Didn't you call you again?"

"Well! No, stop talking about her, maybe she is someone else's wife."

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Maybe it was someone else's. Peng Chengcheng didn't like to listen to the people in the bathhouse saying this half-true and half-false. But they were not wrong. What did he marry Beibei? He has always been afraid when he thinks about this, and when he is afraid, he will pee. But last night he fell to the ground by what he said. He is relieved.

When Beibei turned on the gas that day, Peng Cheng was shocked no less than Beibei. She really loved herself, and he didn't even know that he was so upset at that time! He was even more scared after that day. He always went to the toilet, and this problem was so bad that he couldn't start. Unexpectedly, after chatting with Aunt Xue last night, he was cured without treatment.

Don’t think that Peng Cheng is not old and has never been married, but he has known for a long time that if a person’s relationship is ruined, it will be irreversible. Or you will have no cracks, or you will not be confused anymore, or you will completely deceive her, don’t expose it for the rest of your life, otherwise you will be messing around. If Beibei didn’t open the gas that day, he wouldn’t be flirted with this, and he would have spent all his heart. He had to ask for money, buy a house for Beibei and marry her, hum, he had to spend a long time, and borrowed so much money to fight. Now it seems that it is true, so he has gone back.
Chapter completed!