The two people did not hug each other after the storm. Peng Cheng went to the other room with his butt naked and left his bed to Xiao Min, who was also naked. At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiao Min woke up. She came to the room where Peng Cheng was sleeping and woke up the young man who was sleeping soundly.

What Peng Cheng hates the most is that someone disturbs him when he is sleeping, not just annoying. He has a strange problem, but Xiao Min never cared about these things, and he really never had the courage to call Xiao Min.

"Take off your pants, take out your wallet, and squat there." Peng Cheng stared at the two wolves' eyes, blurted out a scolding. Then Xiao Min pulled his majestic brother to wake him up.

The next day, Peng Cheng paid back the third brother's money.

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Beibei in the front desk sat in a daze all night, alone all night.

After midnight, she turned off all the lights in the lobby. Yes, all the lights were left, only a dim dry lamp was left at the top of the bar. It was made like the dry lamp of old objects, and the dry lamp with dim light like the old objects.

The light could not illuminate too much space. The surroundings of the house were pitch black and extremely hot and dark. The lobby looked so small. There was a strong wind blowing outside the large floor-to-ceiling glass window. The wind swayed wildly with the shadow of the tree, and the red carpet on the outdoor corridor swaying in the wind like a big white snake that scared Xu Xian to death in the Legend of the White Snake.

Beibei couldn't leave her seat, but that was not because of fear. She just felt that even if she moved, she would really cry. Her heart was taken out by Peng Cheng and threw it on the ground, covered with dust. She wanted to take it back and put it in her arms. The original position should be in the right position, but she couldn't get it back. Yes, she really couldn't get it back, so she didn't dare to move.

Beibei kept admonishing herself and trying to take a deep breath, so she found that she was even more uncomfortable, more desperate than when she was about to turn on the gas on December 18th. All her longing, all the hope, was disillusioned with the phone call just now. Her man really ran away completely, although she knew that he had actually ran away long ago, but until now, she felt the pain of cutting the knife on the flesh. It turned out that she really didn't know that she had never experienced it, and there was a level of love breakup.

She just sat there, as if she was an object in the lobby, an object struggling alone in the darkness, and even struggled in the shadow of shame, so that she could appear motionless.

At about two o'clock in the evening, Beibei wanted to go to the toilet. Something was still moving under the calm surface. She had to walk out of the bar, out of the lobby, and to the separate bathroom at the gate outside. It was dark everywhere around, but the darkness could no longer make her afraid.

She walked out of the dark lobby and into the darkness that was even more like abyss. She walked outside the lobby, where the bathroom was so dark that it could hardly be distinguished. She really should turn on the light before going out, maybe she could go back, but she didn't go back, the bathroom was there, and she wanted to go there, so she could be willful.

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Standing outside the glass door of the lobby again, Beibei saw a person standing under the dim dry lamp in the front desk.

A person, a strange person.

The location of the Ski Hot Spring Hotel is very remote. Although it is not far from the main road, there is a 500-meter-long black path leading to the front of the hotel's gate. This road not only has no street lights, but it is not even considered a road. The road is just a dusty country road. It seems that there are never many roads here. But there are too many cars pressing over, so this small road naturally forms.

Standing at the big gate of the ski resort, you can look at the road in the distance. The road is only separated from the ski resort by a curved ditch. Can it be considered a river? Beibei has always been puzzled about this. Everything on the road stands at the gate of the hotel can be seen clearly, but once midnight is over, even the road will become dark and suddenly it seems to stretch out a long way, as if it has become another world.

After eight o'clock in this place, few new customers arrive at the store. Most of the guests who stay in the hotel and have not left yet choose to stay. Today, there are no people in the hotel and all the rooms are empty. So who is the person standing in front of the bar?

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The man was hunched over, lying on the bar under the dim lights of the hotel with his head down. He reached into the bar and looked for something, his hair was messy and rubbed into a ball on his head. The light was too dark, and everything was not clear, and even the man could not tell clearly, and he could only vaguely see his shadow-like outline.

The wind was very strong, and it seemed like a slight tighter. Beibei hesitated at the door. She could call the security guard over. The security guard was in the duty room next to the front desk, but they must have fallen asleep now. She could not go to find the security guard, she could walk in by herself and ask what the person who was lying on the front desk was looking for?

This is a risky idea, but Beibei thinks she needs to take a risk. As for why it is necessary, it doesn't matter. Maybe she just thought about it. So she decided not to stand at the door through the lattice glass to look under the dim light, which looked like a silhouette in a shadow play. She decided to go in and face the person, but she didn't go in impulsively. She analyzed the pros and cons, but she didn't want to think too much about the pros and cons. When she walked in, she was nothing more than meeting a bad person, a murderer killed herself, or raped her first and then killed her.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt extremely happy. She had a courage she had never had before. She felt that she had nothing to be scary now. After losing what she wanted most, everything seemed to be no longer important.

Yes, it doesn't matter anymore. She smiled.

After thinking clearly, Beibei continued to walk forward. Just as she reached out to push the door, the phone rang. She lowered her head and took out the phone number. The loud music of the phone suddenly rose in the quiet midnight countryside, making it even more empty and distant. Beibei and the people in the lobby turned their heads together, following the starting point of the sound, and they looked at each other.

It was Peng Cheng, who was pinching the telephone receiver from the headquarters in his hand.

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Peng Cheng's reaction was much faster than Beibei. The wind was very strong, and the girl outside the door was as elegant and beautiful as a dead ghost. He ran to the door a few steps, pulled Beibei in and hugged it tightly in his arms. The probability of such sensational details similar to Qiong Yao's dramas appearing in life is extremely low, especially in two men and women who have broken up. Moreover, love is actually just that, but it is because of the small number of existences that seem particularly precious.

"Don't touch me." Beibei said coldly, tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks to her beautiful neck. She could no longer control herself.

"Don't do this. I've been here for two and a half hours. I'm tired and I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable."

Peng * was worried about Beibei, and he said, shaking his body hard, as if only in this way could prove that his words were true. He finally arrived. If it weren't for the wind that was too strong, he would have arrived earlier, but it didn't matter. Finally, it was arrived. As long as Beibei was fine, everything would not be too late. He tightened his arms again, shook the girl in his arms, and then buried his head between her warm neck.

"Don't touch me." Beibei said again, and began to struggle to break free from Peng Cheng.

"No, no, don't move." Peng Cheng said as he forced his girl to pick her up, put her on the sofa and sat down, hugging her tightly.

"Don't touch me, there is a surveillance." She pushed him hard, avoiding his mouth that came over. He wanted to kiss her, but he still succeeded.

Peng Cheng listened to Beibei's cold words nervously, and he felt guilty. She was just because of surveillance. He let go of Beibei and sat upright. The ripples in his heart were frightened by the surveillance. All worries and longing seemed to be calmer.

"Is it cold?" the girl asked him.

Neither of them sat side by side. Beibei touched Peng Cheng's hand. She didn't want to talk anymore. She wanted to ignore him. She just sat alone at the bar and thought too much, but what did she think? That must be a very intense method. Why can't she remember it? Even if Peng Cheng didn't come to find her so far today, she probably couldn't respond to him fiercely, let alone he was really leaving.

He came here, can you explain anything?

"." Peng Cheng was like a child who was wronged. The wind hung a layer of dust on his face. He pursed his lips tightly and his shiny eyes slightly chirped. Beibei leaned down, and she held his hands tightly, held them in front of her eyes and blew them, wrapping him with her own hands. Can this really warm? Who knows? He felt he was next to the stove anyway.
Chapter completed!