It was 8:30 in the morning, and Peng Cheng finally woke up. He was frozen and exhausted during this night. He even didn't want to go to work anymore. Besides, it was impossible to get to the bathhouse before nine o'clock. The bathhouse has the rules of the bathhouse. It's too late. It's all deducted the money whether to go or not. However, Peng Cheng still felt that he had to go there. Some things that didn't exist if you didn't face, and it wouldn't exist. What should be there is still, and the debts that should be paid back must be paid.

Xiao Min made many calls, and Peng Cheng's cell phone was out of power. He took out the phone from the bed and rushed on to the power, and went back to Xiao Min. Then he called Aunt Xue again. This time, Mrs. Xue changed her previous avoidance, and she really answered.

"When will I give the money?" Peng Cheng said casually as he whispered.

"Ah?" Aunt Xue seemed to be confused, but then suddenly realized: "Okay, come here and talk!" She seemed very cautious, and Peng Cheng could hear the old lady's trembling and smiled.

"I was scared yesterday!" No matter how easily I said this, I could not wait for this. Peng Cheng didn't expect to wait. He sat up and stretched: "Okay, as long as the money is not blind."

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When lunch was about to be had, Peng Chengcai was late. He wore the clothes that Aunt Xue bought for himself to celebrate Christmas the day before yesterday. He felt that he could earn some face. He felt that he needed to use some means to remind the old woman, but he didn't want to break up completely with Aunt Xue. The young man understood one truth since he was a child, and that was what he heard when he was listening to crosstalk in the electric box when he was young. The duck-voiced crosstalk actor said that money was not often spent, but in fact, there was no need to break up anything. If he broke it up, he would not be able to meet. It was best to be confused. He was so unhappy that he had to keep a sense of contentment on the surface. He was not in love with him when he met? Who knows when he would be slow again? Don't be too stubborn to turn back.

Yes, don’t be too stubborn to turn back. Aunt Xue is not rich after all.

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After entering the bathhouse gate, Xiao Min was sitting in the bar. When she heard Peng Cheng shouting, she didn't even raise her head, but just said "ah". Peng Cheng was not in a hurry to walk in. He turned into the bar, thinking that the fat girl was afraid she would be embarrassed.

At the narrow bar and the plastic stool were still in its original position, Peng Cheng sat down. He had a crush on his clothes earlier, and he couldn't wear the black short sweatshirt even if he changed his body. The water blue color of jeans was also Peng Cheng liked. Although it was not the popular style nowadays, they each had their own flavor. He was just right to wear this.

Xiao Min still didn't look at him, grabbed the stool and ran in, deliberately stretching a little distance. Peng Cheng smiled, he pretended to stretch his waist, and when he put his hand down, he naturally put it on Xiao Min's thigh, which was three hundred in diameter. With a bang, Peng Cheng felt a little stern. He turned his head and took a look. It was so stocky! Thicker than Beibei. The girl's too long cuffs covered her smirking little red mouth, and then the young man went up the thigh and touched the base of his thigh.

I had to stop here. Xiao Min grabbed Peng Cheng's slinging little arm and forced him to break it apart: "What are you doing if you don't change your clothes?"

He must admit this coward. He couldn't call her, so he stopped trying: "Call her and call you Sister Xue down." He looked at her and smiled, feeling very proud. He was at ease. He rarely grinned in front of someone other than Beibei, and his eyes were full of peach blossoms.

"What do you mean? Do you always look for someone?" Xiao Min didn't seem to like listening. She picked up Peng Cheng and looked at him with a bit contempt, but he didn't feel ashamed. Peng Cheng himself couldn't understand why the same thing happened. When Beibei said it, he felt like a mouse in the sewer, covered in dirty bodies.

"Oh! I'm fine! You fight." The young man said, pinching the girl's compact thighs again, and then he tried hard.

"If you want to hit, just hit yourself!" Xiao Min said, raising her legs and shook Peng Cheng's hand off, and he used to go to the laptop. Just by flashing, Peng Cheng noticed that the QQ dialog box on the computer was chatting with Beibei. He looked at Xiao Min, and looked like he ignored him and asked nothing.

"You fight! I can't come when I hit her, I'm really worried." Peng Cheng spoke seriously this time. Xiao Min glanced at him and felt that the old cadre was really going to do something new, so he called Aunt Xue's trumpet on the second floor and asked Aunt Xue to come down.

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As soon as Aunt Xue left the female department, she saw Peng Cheng and Xiao Min sitting at the bar, talking and laughing. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The old lady didn't give it to her for nothing. If she could come to work today, she would be pregnant with a dragon-seeded lower-class palace maid. There was a real thing in her belly. She didn't have to be afraid of being the Empress Dowager.

She continued to walk forward, Peng Cheng glanced at her from time to time, and then Xiao Min also glanced over, you see, what are I doing at first glance? So she did not lie on the bar as usual, but instead sat on the sofa in the hall. The old lady knew that if the three of them were doing their own affairs before, now looking at this attitude, Xiao Min must be with Peng Cheng. It would be too boring to post her with too big faces.

"Sister Xue, come and talk, but you can't listen to it." Xiao Min asked Aunt Xue to come as Peng Cheng meant, and the old lady hurriedly refused.

"This sofa is comfortable, but my waist is not good." The Tai Chi-like chattering method is annoying and effective, but the person who wants to talk to her is Peng Cheng. Peng Cheng would not let her rely on her own account like this. Seeing that Aunt Xue was not here, he stood up. In fact, he had no special intention, but just wanted to sit closer and talk so as not to be confused and misunderstood. But this action seemed a bit scary to Aunt Xue. The old lady immediately stood up and said, "Roll slowly, I'll go over and talk! Don't come out."

Aunt Xue came over and lay on the bar as usual, playing with the toad covered with copper coins. Peng Cheng also sat back on the blue plastic stool and put his hand on Xiao Min's thigh near the critical position, rubbing it for a while.

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All the three of them had experienced such ambiguous actions, so they naturally tasted them. Aunt Xue's gray face just now became as agile as Liu Laolao. She knew in her heart that the movement just now was natural, and Xiao Min's face was not even a trace of turbulence. So there must be something between them that would be like this. The old lady thought about it and concluded in her heart that the two of them must have slept, just last night.

This made the old lady happy. She was about to get the plaster in her hand, but suddenly Xiao Min tore her over. And this method was the same, and she couldn't even pick out any flaws. Aunt Xue never expected that she hadn't slept yet. She had never thought that this could be solved so appropriately. Xiao Min and Peng Cheng were so good that they had another fig leaf, and now they could never have any shameful and conspicuous strange things.
Chapter completed!