Today, the dream of going to the casino again was completely shattered. Peng Cheng knew that nothing else would be useless. He was exposed, but he was unwilling to accept it.

After leaving Aunt Xue's house, his excitement was still hard to calm down. His dream was lost too suddenly, and he couldn't adapt. Peng Cheng did not expect Aunt Xue would reject him. Although it was easy, his desire made him have no time to think about it. However, he also understood that he could no longer do anything now, but his yearning for gambling in his heart did not disappear at all. For some reason, he became more and more courageous in the difficult fight, and became more and more exciting. So he was pulled by intuition and called Beibei again.

Peng Cheng knew that it was very likely that he could not borrow money when he called Beibei. He didn't really think of any miracle. It was generally similar to an inertia, an inertia that would continue to roll forward even if he was tripped. So he fell, and his mind understood, and his body would not need to be controlled. Moreover, what he needed at this moment was not all money. He just had a full inner world, because of the two scoops of cold water from Xiao Min and Aunt Xue, it collapsed. Those two women probably had a strong body! After losing so much money, Peng Cheng was a little helpless. Xiao Min might be okay, but who knew if tomorrow would be the same as Aunt Xue? Humph, he suddenly felt that he had no support.

He remembered the harm to Beibei, and suddenly his whole body tightened. Perhaps only Beibei would not betray him, but he probably really lost her. The young man shook his head fiercely. He could not accept losing Beibei, but, what else could he do? He cut off the phone, his arms drooped down, rubbed his hair in pain, and he was stunned. After a while, suddenly he seemed to realize something, so he took out his cell phone again, he stood up, and then held it to his ear.

"Huh?" Beibei's lazy voice came, which was pretending. She was very afraid that Peng Cheng would mention borrowing money. She saw it the first time the phone rang. Fortunately, Peng Cheng hung up, but it rang again. He wanted to borrow money yesterday. In her impression, Peng Cheng would not stop if he could not achieve his goal, maybe this time it was the same.

"Wife, I'm not, don't, I'm not here to borrow money."

"Chengcheng, it's okay, I'm not, I really can't borrow it, I don't know how..."

Beibei explained to herself that she had become accustomed to satisfying him. When she was lonely, she felt like she had made a mistake. Peng Cheng quickly interrupted her, and even she didn't finish her words. He said, "Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, dear, it's okay, no need."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Nothing, don't say that, don't say that."

At this moment, both of them seemed to be relieved. The result they feared the most did not happen, so they all had a kind of life after a disaster. Peng Cheng's nervous heart relaxed in an instant, and the yearning for gambling came back.

"What's wrong with you?" Beibei felt Peng Cheng breathe a long sigh, and she felt that it was a signal.

"It's okay."

"You gave the money?" Beibei didn't know why she raised this annoying topic. Isn't this what she feared?

"No, hey! Don't mention it."

"oh!"

Then there was a long silence. Both of them were planning silently. Perhaps the girl felt a little lonely in her heart. Coincidentally, Peng Cheng discovered it, and then he said: "When will you get off work?"

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In the scorching sun, Peng Cheng walked for more than half an hour in the ubiquitous sun. He watched the commuter car drive over where Beibei got off every day. He hid far away, beside a big tree. He had not yet faced Beibei's colleagues without confidence, and Beibei was gone. He called after seeing her get off the car.

Beibei was startled by the phone call he suddenly called. She took out her cell phone and moved two steps nervously to the side. The two of them were like this now, and she was a little afraid of him. She hummed and responded to Peng Cheng and walked straight to a path that she didn't often walk. Then she saw him. Behind a big tree a little further away, the commuter car drove away, and then she saw him walking over and following her.

Turning to the entrance of a nearby community, far from home and the station, Beibei stopped. Turning back, she flattened her mouth, as if she was very aggrieved. Peng Cheng walked over and hugged her tightly. At this moment, Peng Cheng's heart suddenly became warm, and he felt less helpless when he was flattened.

Without even a word of explanation, they naturally understood each other. The two of them held hands and walked into the shadows between the buildings to avoid the sun.

Peng Cheng lost weight, and his whole body seemed to be smaller than the size of the year. He looked dry and shriveled. He was afraid of heat. For some reason, he looked greasy. He stood in the shadows between the buildings, his neck was shrunk very low, and he was hunched over. He could not look directly at Beibei. The girl's clear eyes and silly eyes made people feel the urge to tell the truth, so he lowered his head and smoked, and said in a slight manner.

"I really don't have money." Beibei said a little embarrassedly. They talked about money again, and money that they couldn't even hide.

"It's okay, my wife, I'm here to see you, not all for money." Peng Cheng said, stroking Beibei's arm, his eyes brushing back and forth across the malt-colored skin, gently wandering around. The layer of oil on the young man's forehead was thick and had a wonderful and soft texture. The hair on the temple was much thinner, and the hairline almost retreated to the top of his head, and the oil evenly applied to the top of his head, everywhere, revealing a more abrupt mottled scalp.

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"Wife, are you?" Peng Cheng really didn't want to borrow money anymore. He just wanted to know that she was not good. Beibei is so young, she looks younger than herself. She has no baldness and her face is still plump and round, like a plump peach.

"fine."

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng snorted lightly, he glanced at Beibei upwards with the corner of his eyes, and then used two fingers to flick off the cigarette butt.

"Wife, I think you should be able to help me." Peng Cheng didn't speak for a long time. He thought for a long time before he mentioned the money again. His reluctance to her only lasted for a while.
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