Now that she thought about that time, she was really tired. She just wanted to be herself and do what she could take on.

Zhongliang was sitting opposite Beibei for dinner. Obviously he didn't know what Beibei wanted to say to him. He was too rough and not enough to understand the small changes in women's mental states. Besides, Beibei was not a girl with thoughts. She didn't love him, so she never tried to understand him. Only in front of Peng Cheng was she like a duck full of complaining and babbling.

Zhongliang lowered his head, held the chopsticks in his right hand, and slapped it into his mouth from the plastic lunch box. The landlord who got up to collect the rent at three or four o'clock is now hungry, but he has not taken his left hand up. That was probably a very bad habit. Beibei felt that this way of eating affected her thinking, and she suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Finally, Zhongliang's meal was about to finish, and if he didn't say it, he seemed to be unable to say it. Beibei picked up the cup and drank a big mouthful of orange juice. The orange juice was still a little hot, and she was burned. It turned out that even though she made up her mind, she was still in such a dilemma when she really wanted to speak.

"Drink slowly." Zhongliang pushed the tissue in front of Beibei.

"Yes." The girl shrank and raised her eyes and glanced at him secretly, feeling very guilty.

"I'm finished eating, let's talk in the car!" Zhongliang stood up and took a tissue to wipe his mouth. He was a person with a hurry.

"Wait, I want to say this here." Beibei raised her head. She really wanted to thank Zhongliang for standing up, otherwise she really didn't know how to speak.

"I want to tell you a story, you can sit down first." She pulled Zhongliang to let him sit down, and then swallowed hard.

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A long time later, Zhongliang finally finished listening to the whole lengthy story. Even though he was a hot man, he never interrupted her. She repeated like a silly remark, and as she spoke, she became nervous again. At the end of the story, his face turned completely dark, and she was crying for no reason.

"What do you want to say to me?" It's always not easy to chat with a fool. Beibei guessed that Zhongliang would think so in his heart! He definitely wouldn't understand the problem that could be solved in one sentence, so why should he tell himself a story.

"I think I still like him," she said.

Zhongliang sighed long and kept his waist straight and piled downwards: "Then why are you talking to me about this?"

Beibei was speechless when he asked. She thought it wouldn't be like this, so she said timidly: "I don't want to deceive anyone, so I think I'll tell you." She really overestimated her willpower. She was unable to face the pressure exerted by a man like Zhongliang with a strong aura. The reason she wanted to say changed the taste, and the result was not as easy as the real reason.

"Didn't he play the anchor machine too? Then do you want to beg him to have fun with you again?" Zhongliang's sharp eyes swept over, as if he could open Beibei's head. He might really want to see what this bitch is in his head. Is that shit?

"No, no, I won't go to him, but I know I like him, so I don't want to accept others." Okay, she finally said it out, and she seemed to feel very satisfied.

"That's nothing. You can forget him over time. This is nothing."

Zhongliang felt relieved. He finally understood, but he misunderstood. There was something wrong with the order of Beibei's expression, but he didn't know it at all. Zhongliang felt that the key to the problem was Beibei and Peng Cheng, but the key to Beibei wanted to say was she and Zhongliang. Although this was about Peng Cheng, it actually had nothing to do with Peng Cheng. Well, it was because she was too messy.

"No, my affairs with him have nothing to do with us. I just understand myself now and don't like you." This time I made it clear, and finally made it clear. In fact, the facts are so straightforward, why not say it outright and naked?

"Okay!" Zhongliang ate another piece of French fries in front of him: "Are you really sure you won't like me if you forget him?"

"No one knows what will happen in the next second, at least I'm sure not now." She could finally look directly at Zhongliang, the only time she looked straight, as confident and extremely firm as before being hurt by Peng Cheng.

"Okay, then I'll take you home." Zhongliang threw away the tissue in his hand and stood up. He was indeed a big man, and Beibei stood up as well.

"No need, I'd better go back by myself!"

"Haha, it's okay, I'm not so uncultured." Zhongliang smiled. Beibei knew that in his eyes, he must be like a fool. He must be thinking that he is indeed not worthy of being a rich man and cannot be supported by the mud.

"No." She stopped, looking cautious: "You always give me this way. I'm afraid I will no longer adapt to the days without money. I'm afraid I will not be willing to let this go and cannot live in my heart."

Zhongliang looked at her in a daze, as if he thought it was very interesting. The girl in front of him had been talking nonsense for half a day, and the other silly nonsense was talking nonsense. Only this sentence, he nodded and said, "Okay, I won't give it to you." Then he raised his hand and drank all the orange juice in front of Beibei, and walked out of KFC first.

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Chapter completed!