Anything that cannot be obtained often makes people unable to stop missing. All the emotions in this world are similar. A peaceful life will generally be from the pleasure of escaping from the beginning to nostalgia. Then you may also torture yourself if it is not enough to do your best, so you will be so unhappy. But the torture at this time is generally worthless. There are always people and some things in this world that cannot be obtained, and no one can help anyone. So you can only turn your head and forget it. Otherwise, the torture will become a sharp blade in front of you and hurt yourself.

After the hotel opened, there was a peaceful day for nearly a month and a half. This rare peace made Beibei feel comfortable. The only bad thing was just missing. She liked to go to work every day, looking forward to getting off work the next morning, having a regular life, and quickly adapted to the slightly competitive work rhythm. If it weren't for the simple miss that made her sad, she would even adapt to Peng Cheng no longer contacted herself, no longer called her, and no longer appeared.

But life was impossible to be calm, and Peng Cheng would eventually call her. There is no doubt that the only uncertain thing is the time when the call came. Maybe one day earlier or one day later, who would know? After a month and a half of peace, Bebe had a trace of expectation from the beginning to the present, in the past few days, she felt that it was her former half-heartedness that made all this uncontrollable. When Peng Cheng loved her, she did not really love Peng Cheng so much. She lost him and discovered that it made her too painful. In this process, all the beauty between them was automatically selected and the pain was omitted. Occasionally, when the pain came, the mountains and seas were thundering, which made people heartbroken.

On this day, the phone still came. The two of them were silent on the phone, listening to each other's distant thoughts. Beibei sat on the windowsill, looking at the misty gray-white sky in the distance. The tears in her eyes were like a layer of crystal clear film that highlighted the eyeballs, covering the whole world. The throbbing in her heart was as horrible as the calmness on her face. Peng Cheng asked her to come to him at home, but Beibei did not answer. The silence was like a terrifying devil, sweeping her consciousness, and the anxiousness in her heart was like a madman trapped in a cage. Only when she was motionless could she stop her.

Beibei didn't know what Peng Cheng was looking for him for. He was a voice artist. He not only knew how to identify, but also knew how to create. He also said that he would wait for her at home. Beibei might have thought, but she couldn't resist Peng Cheng's call, just like her mother couldn't bear to give up her children no matter what. So she nodded softly, which was like a sacrifice of her life, so she had to go.

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Just as the two of them had never been separated, Peng Cheng held Beibei's hand, as soon as he entered the door, fearing that the girl who let go of him would disappear. He looked at her very gently, fed her food, picked up all the things she had eaten, staring at her softly, looking like a treasure, full of warmth.

He prepared the meal at home, one stir-fry and two bowls of rice, and it looked so homely on a flat plate of blue and white porcelain. Everything looked better than before, and the wonderful feeling of loss and regaining stimulated Beibei to be happier than any of them when they were together, sweet and greasy as cream. But if Peng Cheng didn't speak up and borrow money from her in the end, everything would be better.

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When Peng Cheng got to this point, he actually felt even more painful than Beibei.

In the past, he always prepared food and waited for Beibei to come back, and then the two of them ate together. He loved to watch her eat, and he started to act after she was full. At that time, Beibei seemed to be unhappy. Every time he went to buy vegetables, he had to spend a lot of money. When he came back, Beibei would sit on the bed in a hurry, as if the sky was about to fall. She would not be as happy as she was today, with her shining tears swaying in her eyes.

Peng Cheng couldn't bear to ask Beibei to borrow money anymore. She had been supporting herself for a long time, right? When he called Beibei, he had been preparing in the toilet for a long time. To be honest, he thought about it and went to the toilet twice, but he didn't rush. Although only half of the room belonged to him, another man hadn't come back for a long time. He could always shuttle between the two rooms and think. But today he felt that only the toilet was the most suitable, and that he could think of such dirty things here.

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Beibei is different from Xiao Min in his heart. Xiao Min is a living person on the ground, but Beibei is like a portrait in a villain's book, which is a bit like Yan Ruyu's story, but Beibei is not Yan Ruyu. She is not that beautiful, but she is definitely more difficult for people to make people... How can I say it! Peng Cheng has read less books, so he can't describe it, and he doesn't want to make more plans. The more he plans, the less he can't say it.

Peng Cheng quickly felt anxious. Beibei was so happy and even a little excited. This was serious and deception. He knew in his heart that he wanted to open his mouth and held it in a few times. Beibei's happy look made it difficult for Peng Cheng to speak even if he was ready. He was anxious and wanted to pee again. This is really not possible.

So he stopped her, she looked confused, and her eyes were filled with hope that his thoughts would be felt, and he solved her confusion.

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She burst into tears. She didn't understand why Peng Cheng could still speak and borrow money from her. She had never spoken to Peng Cheng before. If it weren't for her mother who helped her pay the money, she would definitely not be able to pay off her debts until now. Why did Peng Cheng struggle for a long time and get stink and stinking with other women, and he could still turn around and talk to her?

If you betray yourself and then defeat you from your soul, he is already someone else's boyfriend. Today he is so kind to himself, just to get money from her. Then why didn't he borrow money from Xiao Min?

"She won't lend me." The deception started, and Peng Cheng was no longer confused. He naturally had no turning back. It seemed that it would not work if he didn't cheat. Peng Cheng grabbed Beibei's arm and said it insincerely. His anxious eyes made him look a bit literary, like all those who had no money to eat in art, with a depressed and manly taste.

"Didn't she tell you that when two people are together, they still share yours and mine on the issue of money?"

"I just made a torn shoe with her. She didn't break up with the police. Can she give me money?" Peng Cheng was really anxious. He was not joking, but really anxious. He walked around angrily. Suddenly he seemed to calm down and said, "It's okay, wife, I know you don't have money. I owe you enough." He sat down again, picked up chopsticks in front of the table, and picked up a bite of food.

The room was surprisingly quiet. Beibei stood there, looking at the door close to her, and she could push the door out. Peng Cheng suddenly put the chopsticks on the rice bowl and made a jingle sound. Beibei felt Peng Cheng reach out, pinching his arm, and his fingers were cold.
Chapter completed!