When Peng Cheng faced the child again, he felt that his face was burning. The child was fine, but it was not much the same after being baptized by Aunt Xue and the bathing uncle. For a while, when the child was no one at night, he always communicated with Peng Cheng about that. Peng Cheng knew how attractive it was to a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. Now it is not easy to be sure whether a child is still a lamb, but what Peng Cheng can be sure is that the child must have watched more A-movies than himself.

The child didn't ask what happened just now, about how Brother Peng put his hands on Sister Min's clothes. The child seemed to be indifferent. His love for Sister Min was afraid that it was just eight sects, which were limited to fantasy, and he didn't care about how many more people wanted to do it together. This made Peng Cheng urge to tell him something.

Fortunately, Peng Cheng was not so bored. About half an hour later, he and the child got used to it. The child put away the order Peng Cheng placed on the bench: "Brother Peng, this is the 19th towel we bought today."

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The party I had been thinking about for a long time was scheduled for Christmas 25, a particularly cold night. On this day, everyone was very close. Almost all the people who didn't work in the bathhouse came. Peng Cheng's mood was ups and downs this day. After catching Xiao Min* yesterday, he once thought that he and Xiao Min had become a gangster. The fat girl probably could not pay attention to him anymore, but life was changing, which unexpectedly made people feel that Xiao Min gave him a piece of nougat in the morning.

Peng Cheng was very happy. He ate candy early in the morning and felt very sweet. This was probably the happiest day he had in a long time. He felt that he had never had safety before, and that he had never had safety before. He probably had never had safety since his adoptive father died.

The private room is still the one facing the street, but Peng Cheng found it different as soon as he entered. The hotel industry is just that fast. It feels good for the first time, but it is probably not good for the second time. In line with this theory, Peng Cheng felt that this private room is not as beautiful as the first time. He chose an old seat and sat down, facing the big glass that was on the ground.

Today's large glass is not bare, full of Santa Claus driving elks, and the patterns drawn with colorful spray paint, which are so whistling that it is so whistling. The bathhouse is also decorated with Christmas like this restaurant today, but Peng Cheng did not go to the door to post Santa Claus.

Originally, Peng Cheng was going with his things, but he was stopped by Aunt Xue at the door. The old lady used her hand to block her body in front of him. Aunt Xue told him that if Beibei was waiting at the door, she would not have to start her hand when she saw him coming out to post Santa Claus and told Peng Cheng not to go out.

In fact, Peng * didn't care whether Beibei could see him or what if he saw him. To be honest, in his heart, he didn't want to get involved with Beibei. Peng Cheng even hoped that Beibei would keep pestering him, but Aunt Xue pointed out this meaning. The old lady was really sophisticated. He glanced at the door, smiled, and turned back to the male part.

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Beibei didn't really come to the door to make trouble today, so Peng Cheng couldn't tell the feeling in his heart. In the afternoon, a regular customer came. He was a little old man with a greasy face. The man had a big belly and had difficulty wearing shoes and socks. He picked up the girl who had been sneaking around at the door.

"That duck egg didn't come today?" The old man was wearing socks while chatting with Peng Cheng.

The young man knew that he was talking about Beibei, the girl at the entrance of the bathhouse. To be honest, when he thought of this, he felt a little proud: "I don't know, I didn't come today, maybe I'll think about it!"

The old man looked at Peng Cheng with a strange look: "Boy, I'm still thinking about it. This time you really lost the baby."

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There were not many regular customers who didn’t know about the matter between him and Beibei, inside and outside the bathhouse. In terms of the reason, it was a little bit unaware of it. Even Peng Cheng himself couldn’t explain it clearly. The old man’s words were so harsh. This was the first time he realized that he might have lost Beibei. He didn’t understand what was going on. It was already like this. To be honest, it was very uncomfortable.

Today is Christmas, Aunt Xue is still sitting between Xiao Min and Peng Cheng, but Peng Cheng doesn't want to talk. The child sits with the uncle who scrubbed the bathing master across the table. The uncle doesn't seem to be very happy, and doesn't pick up food. He always asks the child to urge him to drink.

After eating the tasteless meal for a long time, Peng Cheng really wanted to go home. This place was too noisy and it was a headache.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Xue asked him with concern, probably because she could have seen it.

"Oh! It's okay, my head hurts a little." Peng Cheng pinched his temples: "Auntie, I'll go to the bathroom."

"What's wrong? Drink too much? Let the child accompany you." Aunt Xue also stood up and followed Peng Cheng's rhythm. But he was thin, but she hit the table, and the dishes on the table were shivering.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Brother Peng?" The child also stood up.

"It's okay, it's okay, you all drink it, don't worry about me, I'll go to the bathroom." The young man couldn't hold it in his energy anymore. He didn't drink too much, but he felt familiar. He turned around and didn't want anyone to see him. He could feel that his expression could no longer be hidden. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, putting his coat on the backrest of the stool. The jacket that Aunt Xue bought for him was buzzing inside.

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Beibei finally called, and when Peng Cheng saw the number, he was full of disgust. He took a deep breath, felt relieved, sweeping away the depressedness for the whole day, everything was haze, and his eyes lit up. The girl couldn't let go of herself, Peng Cheng couldn't hold her back and smiled. He answered the phone. Now he didn't want to go to the bathroom anymore, and there was no need to avoid anyone's gaze: "Hey." Mr. Peng Cheng fed her loudly, as if she had learned from Uncle Benshan, all of which were showing off.

"Hey, hey? Talk." Peng Cheng is a typical opening remark for Northeastern people to make phone calls. He speaks well and casually, but then he starts a quarrel between the couple, which makes him feel unreasonable.

"Don't you say you broke up?" Peng Cheng tilted his head and spoke hard like a cerebral thrombosis. He always wanted to say something, but it was still difficult. His speaking speed could only deal with Beibei who was not in a rampage.

"What do you want?" The saliva flew everywhere, and the scene was silent. Xiao Min turned her head and looked at Aunt Xue's face, but Aunt Xue didn't persuade her.

"Let's make up! Is it okay?" Everyone raised their heads. This is a key question. If the opponent agreed, everyone would be happy. If the opponent did not agree, Peng Cheng would go wild.

The child was quite excited and stood up and turned around. Before he could walk to Peng Cheng, the young man shouted again: "Then what do you want to do?"

The child had also turned to the side of the table. Peng Cheng was almost furious. He was trying hard with all his limbs. The child patted Brother Peng's shoulders, like a big brother slapped his brother. Peng Cheng then glanced at him and relaxed a little.

"Why are you here?" As soon as Peng Cheng spoke, the child hurriedly hugged Brother Peng's neck. Perhaps in the child's opinion, Brother Peng's case was really like a baby.

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Peng Cheng didn't drink much, but he just drank less, and his tongue was hard. He couldn't keep up with Beibei after the crazy ones. He was very anxious. I don't know if the words he said made Beibei talk. Anyway, he had no room for his mouth to say anything on the phone. Peng Cheng's spirit just now was so energized that his blood was flushed, his face was flushed, and his heart was blocked. The child hugged him tightly. He really felt that the arm was blocking it, and finally he threw him away.

"Hey!" No one knew what was going on the phone, and only saw Peng Cheng opening his mouth.

"Hey! Listen to me, listen to me!" The third turning point was so big that it was a little bit squeaking, and it suddenly stinged. Someone in the room laughed. Just this point, Peng Chengli shouted angrily: "I'll call my mother, I'll ask my mother to come to you."

There was no longer any communication. Peng Cheng knew that he had no choice but to say that he was no match for Beibei. He was looking forward to this result. He really wanted to have a good talk with Beibei, and maybe he could make peace with Beibei. She was actually concerned about her after repeated tossing and doing so, but she was the only one. Only her, Wen Beibei could trample his original good mood into pieces, so that not yelling would not be enough to calm his anger.

He quit the phone and glanced at the people present. Those people were so concerned! He pinched his eyebrows, as if it was real, Peng Cheng felt that his face had no place to put it. He picked up the phone, dialed a number and placed it on his ears, his chest was fluctuating with great anger, and the room suddenly became quiet, making him even more angry. He felt that no one was not laughing at him, no one, they were laughing at him in their hearts.

He blamed all this on Beibei. He was really drunk and was so angry that he was so angry that he smashed his phone for her. His clothes were all thrown away with her. Why did she do this? Peng Cheng was extraordinary. It turned out that his guilt for making a mistake was completely ignored by Beibei.

The stubborn girl kept calling, and Peng Cheng kept hanging up. The people in the box began to persuade him, but they finally reported it. But the more they persuaded Peng Cheng, the more angry he felt that he was so angry that he spoke to Beibei's mother very rude.

"Auntie, your daughter called me and said she was going to die. Go and see! What is this for? She said the breakup. Why did she always call to harass me like this? Look at me, she is going to die!"

The repeated obstacles between the colleagues could not stop the last words he said. After quitting the phone, Peng Cheng was no longer in the mood to see the drooping heads and pitiful expressions of the people around him. He only felt that he was surprisingly happy and he had a good face.

"Xiao Peng, hey! You!" The uncle's words echoed in his head, and Peng Cheng didn't even react: "It's okay, she's too harsh. You can't take it."

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When he arrived at this dung pile, only Peng Cheng knew best. It was all this. He said it, whether it was impulsive or whatever, and he was doing it. The death penalty in the 1980s was wronged. In the past, it was a conflict among the people, and he had the freedom to coax or not to coax it. Now that he said the words just now to her mother, he couldn't turn back. He glanced at the people in the room, and couldn't tell the ridicule. With the alcohol, Peng Cheng didn't want to think about it anymore. He should drink as much as he could!

Sure enough, Peng Cheng drank too much soon, and his alcohol tolerance and the child could not last for half an hour. Peng Cheng let go of this drunkenness and talked too much, and the things he said were the hammer and the stick, and no one could understand. Everyone said that Peng Cheng was trying to die this time, and some people said that Beibei was making a big fuss, but no matter what the reason was, no one could do anything about the current situation.

Half an hour later, it was fine if those who didn't drink, but more people had drunk. Aunt Xue's face, which had not been happy for a day, finally felt comfortable when it was almost over. She patted Peng Cheng's back on the floor of the box with one hand, and Peng Cheng tightly held the other hand.
Chapter completed!