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During the handover period, it was a good time for spring to warm up. The sky just passed by Qingming Festival was like water, with green, black, white and bright colors. The Nissan car was parked at the entrance of the grave. Beibei didn't want his colleagues to see it anymore, so he kept him far away.

Nissan's owner was Zhongliang, an open-minded man. The girl also clearly explained what she felt about him for a while, but she didn't hate Zhongliang, so she agreed to his pursuit.

That day, Zhongliang sent Beibei home, and the car didn't drive so fast. Along the way, Zhongliang drank too much and talked a lot. He told Beibei his name, where he lived, who else was in his family, and his job, and he liked her. Before leaving, he gave Beibei a thousand yuan and asked her to spend it first.

Beibei refused, and she stuffed the money back into Zhongliang's hand, but obviously she couldn't stuff him. Zhongliang picked up her small bag, put the money in the bag and said, "If you don't force you to have a partner with me, you can buy some snacks for this money."

Zhongliang's money may have come too easily, so it's nothing to him, but as for her Wen Beibei, the money makes her feel uncomfortable just like digging her heart.

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After the open-minded man left, Beibei did not go upstairs. She stood in the corridor for a while, and heard the roar of the engine disappear, and the surroundings were silent, but still not moving. In this kung fu, she couldn't tell what she was thinking. She just felt that everything was like a pot of porridge. After the porridge was boiled, she couldn't tell what was, and they were stuck together again.

After a while, she still felt so unpleasant. Beibei turned around and went downstairs, and she was going to Peng Cheng's house.

Beibei walked along the way for a long time, at least in her heart. She held her handbag, but in fact she was just holding the money. At night, it was still dark enough for the secluded residential area. Beibei's hand holding the money was cold, and she didn't call Peng Cheng. Anyway, what if she called? Peng Cheng would mostly curse on the phone, or make her even more sad, saying that he was sleeping with Xiao Min, that's all!

The window of the Pengcheng family's big house is facing a flower bed. It is full of flowers in summer. A purple flower is as small as small dots, sometimes with some yellow dots. It looks good, but it feels very pitiful. It just seems very lifelike in the early spring in the northeast. The small flowers on the open space can't even find their roots withered, and the place is dark.

Beibei walked over, and the window was facing the big house. She stepped on the soil under her feet, one deep and one shallow, but there was no sound at all. The soil was so soft that it seemed to be about to sink. She walked closer, leaned against the wall and squatted under the window, hiding quietly, thinking about something.

The world around her may be more brighter because of the darkness here. She was making money and looked at the way she came numbly, which was not considered a dirt road that was stepped on by a row of footprints on the road. Peng Cheng hasn't come back yet! The room was pitch black, blocking the curtains, and there was nothing to see.

"Can you hurry?" A low urging came from the room. It was Xiao Min's voice. Beibei heard it alertly, and it came from behind her head. Her tears instantly condensed into a drop and overflowed from her eyes.

Xiao Min was inside, and the two of them had not turned on the lights yet. The girl turned around and looked at the dark area, blankly and unable to tell.

"Wait a minute, I'll cum." This time it was Peng Cheng, he hummed happily, and then he turned on the light.

The light shone through the hem of the shorter curtain was so dazzling. Beibei's eyes finally became compliant. She saw him from the bottom of the curtain, the lean man, naked and down his head, looking at something.

"Okay, put on your clothes, I'll take a break and take you home," he said, then tugging on the bed.

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It was a dawn early morning, and Beibei was not asleep. She had been lying for a long time, closed her eyes and lay flat on the bed, as if she was sleeping. Such deception made her very tired. She always had to lie hard on the back of her head to get up, but her body was very weak.

"Have you got up?" Zhongliang's phone came too early. Beibei hadn't even started to get up. The time for her to pretend that she had not passed, so she had to lie down.

"Why are you so early?"

"I've collected the money. If it's not too early, all the people who play are coming. How can I accept it?" Beibei's heart tightened, and this sounded so heartbroken.

No matter how many dark scenes there are in the city, it turns out that there are only two bosses, one is the son of the director of the police branch, and the other is Zhongliang. The two divided the anchorage market in the city, divided by north and south, and the son of the police chief contracted more than half of the northern city, and Zhongliang is the in the south of the city.

In fact, the Mao Ji is not Zhongliang's most powerful business. Debugging the anchor machine is his unique skill. He said that every anchor machine in this city is played by him alone, including the director's son's north market, and he has to wait for him alone. This is equivalent to the people who play anchor machines in the city, who are all competing with him Zhongliang alone.

Beibei knew this last night. Zhongliang took her to one of his places. She knew that it was such a place and cheated Peng Cheng's money. That day, Zhongliang used the remote control in his hand to make the anchor flash three times in a row, losing nearly 150,000. He turned around confidently and looked at the girl's watery eyes. This man was showing her how powerful he was, but Beibei could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes.

"Is the profit good?" Beibeiser asked.

"This is not good, just make more money. I'll go to your house to pick you up. What do you want to eat for breakfast?" Zhongliang seemed full of energy, and his voice was extremely powerful.

"I don't want to eat." Beibei responded weakly. She didn't want to move. She didn't sleep all night.

"Eat something, I didn't eat either! You can eat something with me. I'm on Heping Road, you should wear clothes!" He was like Peng Cheng, and he hung up the phone without giving Beibei another chance to refuse. He must be like Peng Cheng, and he must be here.

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When Nissan got near home, Beibei had not washed up yet. She heard the sound of the engine, and the gongs and drums were just like that. Beibei didn't want anyone to know Zhongliang, so Zhongliang didn't know the specific location of Beibei's house. He could only find the range roughly and drove around the nearby buildings, making Beibei anxious.

As soon as I got off the floor, I saw the car coming. I had been walking back and forth between the buildings for a long time. He had caught him: "Get on the bus!" Zhongliang shouted, and looked up at the dilapidated old building of Beibei's house: "You live in this building?"

"Well, my home is in this building." Beibei raised his hand and pointed. This was an old building built in the early 1990s. Beibei remembered that when he moved into this building, he was still a child who had not gone to elementary school. It was almost the late 1980s. Maybe it was built in the year when Peng Cheng was born.

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"What are we going to eat? I want to eat fish, how are you?" Beibei got into the car, and Zhongliang started. The car could always turn straight in his hand, as if it was very hard, and it screamed in a choking manner.

Beibei frowned her eyebrows and looked at Zhongliang sideways. She vaguely remembered that someone also spoke in such a tone, and then she said, "Where are you going to eat fish so early?"

"Let's look for it! Look for it and then look."

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Nissan's car started to turn on the road again. After a while, he didn't encounter an open hotel. Finally, the seafood restaurant opened at about nine o'clock.

"Come on a fish! Don't be too ripe. The fresher the better. If you have a duck, will the crab be fat?" Zhongliang asked.

"It's okay." The beautiful welcome lady said while buttoning her tone.

"Then don't want it, give me a pot of sake." Zhongliang looked around the recipe and ordered two more dishes: "Give me another chicken soup, okay."

"We can't eat so much." Beibei was shocked by this ordering style of ordering and staring at the man blankly. She thought that only Peng Cheng could order such dishes. It turned out that the man who had been competing with Peng Cheng behind the scenes was the same.

"It's okay, if you can't eat it, you can't eat it." Zhongliang took off his coat: "You can just take a bite even if you want."

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The fish was served on the table, so big one, and I don’t know what kind of fish it was. There should be very few people who came to order this kind of dish early in the morning. The fish was cooked very slowly, but it was very fresh. It had not completely died, and it opened and closed its mouth in the iron oval fish plate. Beibei looked at it and felt like she was about to suffocate. She panickedly put down the chopsticks in her hand and stood up: "I go to and from the bathroom."

When Beibei came back, the fish no longer moved. Zhongliang cut off a whole piece of white meat on the fish's body: "You taste this fish, it's quite fresh." He put the cut fish meat on Beibei's plate, then stared at her with bright eyes, waiting for her to taste the fish.

Beibei didn't want to eat it, but when he looked at her like that, she picked up the fish and tasted it. In short, the food was unwilling to be tasted. The girl felt that the fish would hurt. It was not dead yet, and it might even see its meat being cut off. Oh my God! She suddenly felt a little disgusted and felt that she was the fish put on the fish plate. Then Peng Cheng and Xiao Min sat on both sides of the table, holding chopsticks and plucking.

For a long time, Zhongliang was eating fish. He kept sighing, sighing how fresh the fish was. Beibei ate the cake silently, rolled the cake with duck meat, and kept eating it, and didn't even dare to look at the fish. Suddenly, Beibei felt her heart tightening, and her head became heavier in an instant, so he could only walk aside.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Zhongliang's face twisted anxiously, and like a camera that was turned, his camera turned ninety degrees. Then he interrupted himself with a tissue, and the waiter also came. Zhongliang started calling, and then he picked her up. Beibei could see and think. She was sober, but she couldn't move. She was stuffed into Nissan's car and rushed into a hospital.

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The doctor in the emergency room was not someone else, but the orthopedic doctor who treated Peng Cheng. Zhongliang was naturally not an ordinary person, so he put Beibei on the doctor's desk.

"Doctor, she doesn't know what's going on."

The doctor was forced to treat Beibei first. The old acquaintance was already aware of it. The doctor recognized Beibei at first sight. He asked in detail what Beibei had eaten. He also judged that it was allergic to live fish, but it needed a test.

While waiting for the examination, no one expected that Beibei would be miraculously healed without treatment, and her head no longer had the strength to put on the side and could speak.
Chapter completed!