Peng Cheng's house was dark and he didn't turn on the light that day. Beibei had never been here, and the house was much more messy than before. Peng Cheng used to be able to clean occasionally, but in fact he was not too lazy. Unlike most boys, he always let Beibei sit on the bed, then carry a broom and work in the middle of the open space, teasing her feet, how can women's feet be interesting?

"Wife, what does this smell like? Do you smell it? It's sour, hey, look."

Peng Cheng was shirtless, his naked back and his arms were covered with scars. The young man was holding a mop, frowning his brows, and stood at the door with an innocent look on his face. He asked so seriously, as if he really didn't know what the smell was. He asked Beibei blushed while pretending to be curious.

"The inside of the house is more obvious than outside! You smell it."

He thrust his arms, shook his head, his nose and mouth twitched, as if looking for the source of the smell. Then he came over, raised Beibei's feet without saying a word to the edge of his nose, then frowned, and said with a slight look: "Damn, my wife, I'm choking."

After that, most of them would fight together and forget to clean up the house.

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The girl walked into the room in the dark. The moonlight seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. Without turning on the light, Beibei could still see him. He curled up on the bed, like a cooked lobster, and his body was naturally bent. She couldn't see his face clearly. In the darkness, his vague outline was buried under the quilt, revealing only a snow-white foot, spreading to the edge of the bed.

Peng Cheng left the door in advance so that as soon as Beibei entered the door, he saw him sticking out there as if he had appendicitis. This thoughtfulness really made twice the result with half the effort. She hurried to the bedside, and there was a complicated smell in the room. It was probably because she had not been ventilated for a while, and she was very fresh. She stroked Peng Cheng's forehead and asked, "Cheng Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

She was very nervous and touched Peng Cheng's head. Fortunately, it was not hot at all, but his head was sweating and wet and penetrated the pillowcase. A chair was placed beside the bed, and a glass ashtray was placed on the side of the chair. There were so many cigarette butts there, crowding together cramped together.

"How much cigarettes have you smoked?" Beibei pulled Peng Cheng's head and showed his delicate little face.

He still didn't say anything, holding the quilt tightly and closing his eyes. His beautiful eyes are now a long and narrow curve, and his eyelashes are clearly arranged under the eyelids. This world is really magical. People look so beautiful and neat, and the distance between each eyelash and the natural curvature are so elegant.

"Cheng Cheng, are you hungry! I'll cook instant noodles for you!" Beibei asked him softly, as if he was so irresistible that he could not even speak loudly, and he was cautious. Peng Cheng nodded slightly, and his nodding action was so implicit that it was almost impossible to see, and it was not much different from a bug arching on the bed.

"Can you do it?" She didn't understand the meaning of Peng Cheng's action, and thought he was just churning in discomfort, so she asked again.

"Okay, I want to eat wontons." Peng Cheng crawled out of the quilt like a child who longed for his mother, and only showed his mouth, adding this sentence in time. His clear eyes flashed uncomfortably in the darkness, and when he saw her, he fainted again.

"Then you wait a moment, I'll buy you wontons." Bebe was inspired by his haggard eyes and turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wife, don't close the door. I won't love you, don't close it, come back and you can open it yourself!" Suddenly Peng Cheng supported himself and shouted loudly to Beibei who ran to the door. His voice suddenly became crisp and loud. The young man who had just had a hot breath seemed to have become reborn in an instant, and his little donkey was bouncing with a rash slap in his arms.

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When I was a child, the old man often said that God would look at the people in the world in heaven and look at their hearts, how good they can be and how bad they can be. They said that God would help those good people so that they can overcome difficulties. At that time, I thought, God is so awesome, why do you have to create two kinds of people? Why not make them all good people!

Now I believe it a little. There is really a karma in this world, but I don’t feel so mysterious anymore. But sometimes I still wonder if God really looks at the world on it? I would like to remind those good people, so when a fool is obsessed with doing stupid things, it is really a bad weather.

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As soon as Beibei walked out of the building, it started raining outside.

She didn't bring an umbrella, but she was not so idiotic that she rushed out without an umbrella like in the TV series, and she had to go out without a knife. Even if she just walked to the entrance of the building, she didn't know how to go back to get an umbrella and then leave. Beibei stood at the entrance of the building, reached out to explore the rain that was floating like a fog, and looked at the dirtier sky. She probably thought she should go back, so she really turned around and went back.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Peng Cheng cutting sideways on the bed, pinching the remote control in his hand. The TV was a Hong Kong movie from the 1990s. It was a fight and killing. The men kept the lotus leaf heads that only women had now, and the red oil with a face full of energy.

Peng Cheng was like a child who did something wrong. He didn't expect Beibei to come back again. The remote control seemed to be better hidden. He subconsciously stuffed it between his legs, blocking his private parts with his hands, raised his head, and divided his head into several pieces with his head covered with his head like durian toast, and his eyes widened.

In Peng Cheng's mind, maybe he thought that buying wontons would be ruined at this time, but he was too worried and everything would not happen in the end. Beibei didn't notice this. She didn't see the remote control between her legs. She didn't think Peng Cheng's movements were so awkward, and she didn't even see the TV with images changing beside her. She was such a good girl, so focused.

"Chengcheng, do you have an umbrella at home?" Beibei asked, her crisp words, clean and neat, and a serious foolish face, never so white, maybe she was anxious and ruddy on her cheeks. She was really pretty.

"No, it's raining?" Peng Cheng got up and looked out the window, pinched the remote control between his legs, and when he raised his butt, he found something was wrong, so he quickly sat back.

"Yes, there is no umbrella." Beibei spread her hands at the door, and she could hardly find a body language that could explain the situation. The girl's brows were gently pinched, and a trace of innocent color on her young face looked very transparent.

"Then don't go." Peng Cheng lowered his head in disappointment and said, "I'll just eat the big bug!"

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Killer weapon!

"I'll just eat big bugs!" If it weren't for this sentence, maybe Beibei wouldn't go. That was a matter between the two. Yu seemed to come and they both had sufficient reasons not to go out again. But Peng Cheng knew her too well. Maybe this was not Peng Cheng's original intention, but people were always used by the people who care the most, so Beibei turned around without hesitation and rushed out of the door.

"Don't go." Peng Cheng pulled out the remote control under his crotch and stretched his neck to shout.

"Forget it, it's okay, it's not big. I'll run back in a while." Beibei was still shouting in the direction of Peng Cheng's family before leaving the building.
Chapter completed!