The two of them went out one after another, but they didn't say a word to each other.

Peng Cheng put Xiao Min's tender little hand on his arm. In order not to let the arm slide down, he hugged his arm hard and held the fat girl hanging on him...

When he reached the door, Ma Jiahang was coming back from school. The little father shouted from afar, shouting happily, and ran over with a flattering smile. He ran past Peng Cheng in one step, and didn't even look at him, and then rushed towards the man who pretended to be young.

Uncle Zhang smiled and took out a twenty yuan note from his pocket, which seemed to be very precious to pinch it into half a tube with his fingers and handed it to Ma Jiahang. The two of them chatted quietly for a while, chatting with each other. The cold-hearted little dad smiled so ugly that he sneaked the money into his pocket. After a few words, he pretended to be tender and left with satisfaction. He just made excuses for this enthusiastic little dad. After walking for a few steps, he turned around and reached out to grab Ma Jiahang's sharp-mouthed mouth and monkey cheeks, and slapped it hard to show how much he missed the child.

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Uncle Zhang really left completely, and shook off his overly tender shirt, like the rags found on the street stall suitable for a more youthful life. Ma Jiahang turned around embarrassedly. He saw Peng Cheng, and was a little embarrassed. He smiled strangely and scratched his head. He didn't expect Uncle Peng to give him money. He thought that Uncle Zhang was there, so naturally Uncle Zhang played, but he didn't expect Uncle Peng to play as well.

"Uncle Peng."

Ma Jiahang called Uncle Peng. It was thought that Nian Zai Peng Cheng had always been generous to him and was embarrassed to say a word, but he obviously didn't want him to know Uncle Zhang just now, and he knew Uncle Peng. Peng Cheng naturally understood in his heart that this child had too many eyes.

“It’s over school?

Peng Cheng said, reaching out to take out the money from his pocket, looking at the fleeting surprise on the little guy's face, holding the money in one hand, slowly twisting the money in the shape of a fan, and slapped it on his palm. He spread the six hundred and seventy yuan to the child. Ma Jiahang didn't say much or hesitate. He glanced at Xiao Min next to Peng Cheng, slapped Zhang Fifty, turned around and ran away, but was pulled back by Peng Cheng's collar after placing the school uniform.

"What are you running?"

Peng Cheng threw out another red grandfather Mao from the fan and handed it to him. The little monster was startled and looked up at Peng Cheng. He obviously didn't know that Peng Cheng had guessed that his uncle Zhang could not give him any money, and he didn't expect that even after he saw uncle Zhang, he could give him 150.

My father was a little moved, as if he had received the filial piety from his son who had never liked him. Looking at Peng Cheng's eyes, it was like tears. But Peng Cheng had no misunderstanding. No matter how much it looked like tears, it was not tears, it was also surprise, it was also the brilliance of money, it was the glory of being open to the eyes of money.

"Uncle Peng, if you have any trouble, you should just talk."

"Okay, it's okay for the time being." Peng Cheng smiled in his heart, reached out to touch the little monster's head, and remembered the fake girl named Zhang. This fake girl is fucking like a sissy to give money, and it's rare to slap her mouth? Take some practical action!

"Have you bought hand cream for your girlfriend?" As he said that, Peng Cheng handed the remaining money to Xiao Min who was waiting in the door, and then looked back at Ma Jiahang who was holding the money in his pocket.

"I bought it, she likes it very much, and said she can consider me." The little guy lowered his head, tucked it into the innermost part of his pants, and said as if he was taking it seriously.

"Where are you tucking in?"

"Dianpu, you don't understand! You can't take the money out of the box." Ma Jiahang took the money and proudly took a photo outside the bag.

"If you have it, don't take it, use this hundred to smash her and let her stop thinking about others." Peng Cheng smiled and pointed to the 520 yuan in the hand of the fat girl behind him and said, "Tell her that this is a token of love."

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Xiao Min is indeed very happy this time.

If Xiao Min is really not an ordinary woman, women will probably be jealous of money! But Xiao Min is not. Peng Cheng gave her so many times of money, she has never smiled, but this time, Xiao Min was happy. She smiled sweetly, but she was sincere. When she nodded slightly, the smiley flower was hidden beside her mouth in a blink of an eye, thinking that the smile was precious.

Xiao Min was happy when Peng Cheng was naturally happy. The young man foolishly maintained the curve of his mouth. He didn't want Xiao Min to laugh quietly, and he lowered his head tightly and took everything in his eyes.

Xiao Min was so happy that she took Peng Cheng to have a good meal and rushed to a very special restaurant next to the city center. The main dish was a farm-style stewed potatoes, saying that it was to nourish Peng Cheng's body.

Peng Chengfu did not think a lot about his body. He, a wild boy who was halfway through the mountains, had never eaten a . In his heart, it was a huge frog, like a green-haired turtle, which was big and had meat, and it didn't have to be whispered. It could be cut into pieces like the meat on a pig, and it could be pinched and bitten and eaten.

Imagination is always different from reality. It is like God's intention. He is willing to look at people's surprised expressions and marvel at his wisdom and his stupidity. Peng Cheng once again let nature play with it, but he never resented, and he didn't find anything to be resented. He didn't even think there was any problem. The green, anticipated frog, no matter what he looked like, would not feel hurt. We are always extremely tolerant of God.

When the was served, Peng Cheng was stunned. He couldn't take a sip of a pot of delicious food that was too down-to-earth. However, the young man was brave. He knew that the messy balls in the pot were all fun. So, after eating a few pieces of potatoes, Peng Cheng felt that he had to taste a bite of the , so he picked up a piece without warning and threw it into his mouth, clattered his mouth, and started chewing boldly, as if he wanted to take a decisive bite when he couldn't even react. Just this bite was enough to make him remember this taste, remember the creator of this deliciousness, Xiao Min.

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After drinking and eating, Peng Cheng and Xiao Min walked out of the hotel in sweat, and they should be so devoted to eating. Either don’t go to the hotel to embarrass people, or they just have some money, and go to the hotel to make the waiter laugh at him. Xiao Min and Peng Cheng didn’t do it. This is the consistent behavioral perception of Xiao Min and Peng Cheng, which made them extremely harmonious about the issue of eating. So Peng Cheng won 520 yuan in this meal, and only 200 left after leaving the door.

Peng Cheng was a little disappointed when he was busy for a long time. He looked at the two red tickets in Xiao Min's hand and felt like he had lost something. All his happiness and comfort seemed to be gone in an instant, and he was not as good as not having the 200-year-old time.

Six hundred and seventy dollars! What are you doing?

Peng Cheng thought hard, but didn't understand. He just ate the stewed . The two dishes were worth a little money, and the rest were matched. Why did the money be gone? The young man suddenly felt that the money was a bit cowardly, and it was over, so why did he feel even more cowardly?

If you make money at 67 per day, you will be 20,000 yuan a month! It's too fierce, Peng Cheng feels a little dizzy, that's not a small amount of money, but if you make money at 200 per day, you'll only be 6,000 yuan a month, and it doesn't seem to be too much.
Chapter completed!