When he went to work the second time, Peng Cheng took a free time and turned into the box where Aunt Xue knitting sweaters. As soon as he entered, he spread his soft limbs and threw himself to Aunt Xue, hugging the old lady's bony waist, and asked, "Mom, why don't Xiao Min get pregnant?"

"Can that girl still get pregnant?" Aunt Xue was contemptuous in her eyebrows, as if she knew everything as she knew everything. She smiled and pulled out the cross-stitch cloth from under her body pressed by Peng Cheng. Her nasolabial folds turned into several fine Taoists, and then asked casually: "Why do you want a child?"

"No, I just think she is pregnant... tsk, isn't it?" he said sly, very vivid, as if the idea was just a conspiracy.

"Then can their family accept you?" Aunt Xue moved her gaze away from the cross-stitch and glanced at Peng Cheng sideways, as if she was a little dissatisfied, so Peng Cheng's face turned ugly.

She put away the needle and thread of the cross-stitch in her hand and said, "She may not be able to get pregnant, or she may not know if she is pregnant, and she will not know if she stays." This sentence is like a monk who has gained enlightenment, and it is extremely mysterious to illuminate Peng Cheng's eyes.

"Some girls have too many abortions, just like that, can I give birth to a few words?" The old lady lowered her voice and muttered to Peng Cheng's ear, with a little mystery. After saying that, she went to the old woman who was only in the harem drama, and widened her eyes hard, making Peng Cheng's body subconsciously shrink back, and the suddenly close face looked even more vicious.

"Or mom won't let you be nice to her! She is far worse than Beibei."

"Hey!" Peng Cheng impatiently made excuses and reached out to push Aunt Xue. In Aunt Xue's opinion, Beibei is indeed much better than Xiao Min, but now he has only Xiao Min in his mind.

Peng Cheng sat up and was too close to Aunt Xue. The breath from her mouth squirted out, and the smell of stomach acid was mixed with the terrible smell. Peng Cheng was very uncomfortable. He retreated backwards. Aunt Xue said this, which made him uncomfortable.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it. He regretted Xiao Min. What if he really acted like Aunt Xue said? He couldn't have a baby, but he didn't dislike Xiao Min. If he couldn't have a baby, he couldn't have a baby! He was willing to be with Xiao Min, but only with Xiao Min, which sounded quite good. Suddenly he found out that the news was a double-edged sword. If Xiao Min definitely couldn't have a baby, the police would probably not want her anymore. Haha! That would be great, it would be like giving him a reassurance. So sooner or later, wouldn't Xiao Min belong to him?

This idea made Peng Cheng happy. He finally no longer had to fight his life in bed. Anyway, he would never be able to produce crops for no time. He didn't need to race against anyone. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Mom, get me another five hundred!"

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Beibei finally talked with Zhongliang. The days of choice were the biggest sandy weather of the year. The crows in the gray sky were like large grains of dust floating in the air, swaying in the dirty sky as if they were rags. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, and the city was still in chaos. The sun in the distance was just an orange halo, and its outline was invisible. It was concave with the wind and sand. I didn't know what it smelled in the air, and it was so uncomfortable that it was dripping across the mucosa of the nose.

Today is the most sudden day in Beibei in a long time. Even if she knows that it looks like it, it doesn’t mean she can get it. She finally thought about something clearly. She was glad that she had not made a mistake for too long and glad that she made a decision that she would not regret, which made her heart suddenly clear.

Now is the time for her to correct her mistakes, at least she thinks so. Perhaps, she is now on the road to making mistakes, but even so, it is better than going against her own heart. It is not a violation of others' concerns. She is not that great. Beibei was shocked by her honesty. She just didn't want to be disliked. As for whether she could get what she liked... she had been struggling for a long time, but finally figured out what she could never get, so what could she do?

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She made an appointment with Zhongliang to meet on the first floor of KFC. The big red store was very conspicuous. Zhongliang would definitely be able to find it at the corner of the street. Beibei always felt that she didn't know Zhongliang. Perhaps she had never tried to understand this man. She was not interested in everything about Zhongliang except the casino.

Yes! She was not interested, she was just not interested. Now Beibei is like a martial arts master who has opened up the Ren and Du meridians. She can think clearly and thoroughly about all the details of being with Zhongliang. She was released by this transparency and was as happy as a flower.

People can never go against their hearts. When she thinks like this, her heart becomes more firm. If she goes against them, she may be tortured by herself and die early. Just like those old wives of ancient emperors, they first force themselves into a madman with normal appearance and twisted hearts, and then they die early under the reputation of virtue. She doesn't want to do that.

Beibei, standing on the bus, is very light. She has never taken a bus since she met Zhongliang. She should also like the comfort of cars. Like all normal girls, she also likes the pleasure of buying anything. She spends a lot of money, and to be honest, she also likes it too.

But today, as soon as she got on the bus, she still felt that she was unparalleled in her freedom.

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This was a very skilled conversation, and it started in the KFC seat on the street. Beibei only had a glass of orange juice before she met Zhongliang. No, before she met Zhongliang, Beibei might not even want orange juice. The small cup cost her two pounds of rotten oranges. She always thought it was not cost-effective.

When they were still with Peng Cheng, they would always quarrel over orange juice, and such quarrels were always accompanied by the storm that followed.

Men and women are probably really different.

"Wife, can you not do this? You have come and drink too. You always have a drooling face. Don't let me suppress it?" Peng Cheng frowned and lowered his voice, saying, he was about to be anxious.

Beibei looked up at his twisted facial features, feeling angry! They obviously had no money, but they still had to come to such a place to pretend to be an old man. At best, 6.51 cup of hot orange juice is rinsed with . Why is it worth the price? Well, even if it is worth the price, can you choose not to drink it? The money was spent so much that she felt sorry for her. She turned her head unhappily and didn't like to look at him. The people coming and going outside the window did not make her feel at all. She didn't understand why she was like this and why she couldn't live a down-to-earth life.

"Okay, don't get angry with me, okay?" Beibei's non-replies seemed to be more angering Peng Cheng than noisy. He leaned against the back of the chair behind him, and tried very hard, and the table shook. After a while, he became even more angry when he saw that Beibei still did not move and said, "Let's go out, don't embarrass you here."

Peng Cheng said as he stood up and packed up the cigarettes, cell phones, and everything on the desktop. Beibei looked up at him for no reason. She didn't understand why? She had already bought it, why did she leave without drinking it?

"Why don't you drink it after all the money is spent?"

"Yes! I said I've bought it. Can you just be happy?" Peng Cheng's anger finally found the exit. He stood in front of the table and said as quietly as possible. The eyes of the people around him still made him more and more embarrassed. He pulled Beibei and roared: "Go away quickly, go!"
Chapter completed!