At six o'clock in the evening, Peng Cheng called again, but Beibei did not report it. She was still immersed in the joy of winning 5,000 yuan, and answered happily.

"Wife, don't you have any money yet?" Peng Cheng was very frustrated. He had nothing to deal with, so he asked.

"No!" Beibei immediately figured it out, but she didn't dare to say that she had paid it back. What's the use of saying that she had paid it back? Peng Cheng would definitely ask her to borrow it again. Since the result is the same, why bother to pull it back?

"Then you get another thousand, I..." Peng Cheng smacked his lips in annoyance, "I'm careless. I feel sorry for losing the six hundred. Give me the money I'll win back." This time, Peng Cheng did not mention the excessive amount of five hundred and asked for one thousand. It was obvious that he was proud and the loss of six hundred yuan did not make him more awake at all. He felt that winning money was like taking things out of his pocket and was within his reach.

In an instant, Beibei's head hurts as if it was opened. Thanks to her not paying it back to her friend, otherwise the death-hunting person would come to ask for money, so where would she borrow it? No matter how happy the money she won came, Peng Cheng's struggle will sooner or later. Sometimes Beibei would rather Peng Cheng's failure to win, and he stopped losing in one breath. She wanted to calm down, but Peng Cheng's excitement could not tolerate her calm down. He couldn't wait. Beibei wanted to say something to persuade him, but Peng Cheng couldn't wait for her to say anything to dissuade him.

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"Wife, please bring it to me first, so I can win it back for you."

He was so angry that he won back, as if what he said would definitely come true. Helplessly, Beibei put on her clothes again, ran to the door of the game hall, and gave Peng Cheng a thousand. Before leaving, Peng Cheng held her hand and said, "Wife, husband, I'll go first, I'll give you all the money you win, ah!"

Beibei looked at him with a hypocritical smile, as gentle as possible. He looked confident, his mouth was naughty as if it was raised, but it seemed to be hiding confusion. He still seemed to be extremely anxious and was eager to go back, so he stood on the steps at the entrance of the game hall, but his head turned to Beibei, and his whole body was still stubbornly trying to move towards the direction he was yearning for, which made Beibei swallow the words he had already reached his mouth.

She was so depressed that she had no confidence at all, she was a little disappointed, and nodded gently and left helplessly, turned around and turned off the phone.

Looking at the girl's loose back, something was pierced in Peng Cheng's heart. He suddenly felt fear in his heart. His hands that made money were pinching hard. He wanted to say something, so he raised his hand, but he didn't touch the girl and put it down again. He seemed to have figured out something. He turned his head and went up the steps three times, entered the dusty door, and never looked back.

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As she swayed slowly, Beibei felt very tired. She felt the endless chaos. It took a while to shake home. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the phone ringing at home, and it rang briefly. Beibei was alert to know that it was Peng Cheng shaking her. Her cell phone was turned off, and Peng Cheng could not find her, so she would call home.

The girl was thinking about this thousand yuan, as if she could not escape the curse. Beibei was so sad that she opened her phone with a sad face.

Peng Cheng was obviously even more anxious. As soon as the phone was turned on, his phone called and asked in a scattered manner: "What are you doing when you turn off the phone? Give me another thousand." Turning off the phone seemed to make him very angry, and he said it very rudely. "Wife, do you still have two thousand? Why don't you get two thousand for me first!"

"Yeah!" Beibei hummed dejectedly, and agreed. Two thousand is fine, whatever.

"Wife, can you stop being angry? Can you be in a good mood when you are angry?" He seemed to feel that Beibei was very unhappy and muttered unhappily.

"Um!"

"Wen Beibei, can you not be angry? Are you always like this?" Peng Cheng suddenly broke out in Beibei's second voice. "If you don't like this, will I just keep the money in the money if I can go in? Ah?"

"I'm not angry."

The quarrel between the two people should be happy. Otherwise, on the one hand, if you are angry, it will make the person who broke out even more angry! Beibei just wanted to calm down and let everything go, and then said that I was not angry, but Peng Cheng could not accept this. Perhaps Peng Cheng himself felt that it was unlikely that he would lose all the money and still justly ask others not to be angry, so he firmly did not believe her.

"Don't lie? You were angry when you left. How long have we been together? Why can't I see it? You said you are always angry? How can I not care if you are angry? If you are angry, I really like it, but if you are angry, I will be upset..." Peng Cheng began to whisper, and his nagging became louder and louder, and he became more and more unpleasant.

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry, okay! I'm angry, okay!" Bebe was finally forced to admit it.

"Agree?" Peng Cheng suddenly seemed to be a deflated ball. Perhaps he didn't expect Beibei to suddenly recognize him. He didn't answer a word, and then the cell phone signal stopped abruptly.

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Peng Cheng had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the game hall. Wherever he stood with his thin body was extremely consistent with the temperament of the casino. This guy was a real gambler, a very bad gambler, and he was natural. Beibei approached him, took out a thousand from his pocket as he walked, and a thousand neatly stacked.

"How many more?" Peng Cheng took the money and didn't count it in detail. Shui Liang's eyes looked awkward.

"There are two thousand more."

"Then you bring it all for me!"

At this moment, Beibei suddenly felt relieved and nodded softly.

Peng Cheng took out his cell phone from his pocket. The cell phone case was already in half. The motherboard in the middle revealed his metal body. "Look, you're so angry." He held the cell phone and weighed it up and down in front of her, "Wife, don't be angry with me, I can't stand you angry with me."

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Gambling is a heart-warming thing, you still want to win if you win, and you want to turn the tables if you lose.

Similar things happen almost every day. Beibei and Peng Cheng always go back and forth between gambling and money. Peng Cheng is a bit of a gambler, and the young man is also very smart. After a long time in the casino, he always sees some tricks. He wins more than ordinary people. Many people have never seen money back when they enter the dark scene, but Peng Cheng can always see it. If it weren't for this, maybe Peng Cheng wouldn't have really become a gambler. It's this occasional sweetness that always makes him feel itchy and still feel unsatisfied.

Peng Cheng insisted on putting all the money in Beibei's hands, leaving only a little bit of it. He knew himself. If the money was in his hands, he would spend it as long as he couldn't control it. So even though every time he asked for money with Beibei, it was almost an argument. Peng Cheng still insisted that as long as he won the money, he would give it to Beibei. But he was very playful and wanted to win. The money he had won would make him lose. This was probably the heart of all gamblers. He wanted to scratch his head if he lost, and wanted to win.

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The temptation of the anchor machine is so strong that even a girl, Beibei, could hardly control her urge to try it. She looked at Peng Cheng betting and realized that he was such a brave person. In his opinion, five hundred yuan was just a bargaining chip in his hand. But after this hand, the sudden gain could still make people breathe in excitement. At this time, Peng Cheng would always look back at her and smile, laughing so hard that he forgot the scar on his mouth.

When a person only has five hundred yuan, he will definitely not spend it all, but Peng Cheng is not. This is probably the difference between investment and gambling. Beibei looked at the bright smile of his face, and he was really happy, but she couldn't be happy.

Peng Cheng is obviously a gambler. He often bets more than 500 times in one hand, and sometimes he loses all of this hand. Every time, Peng Cheng doesn't blink, and looks at Beibei's eyes like a child, revealing an extremely peaceful smile and asks: "Wife, can you understand?"

At this time, Beibei would shake her head: "I don't understand."

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The first time, she was sure that she would never marry Peng Cheng no matter what. This person was so terrible. Beibei swallowed her saliva and felt something scratching in her throat, causing pain. No one could spare the 500 yuan in his position, even if she could go home at any time, have food to eat, have a place to live, and have parents to take care of, but he could. Then, what else in this world is something he can't bear to let go? She finally believed what Peng Cheng would say every time he was angry, "Believe it or not, I will definitely not let you go." That was probably true.

At the same time, Beibei was extremely happy. Although Peng Cheng was gambling, he could also make her happy. He was like a creative demon, bringing her infinite happiness and surprises. Peng Cheng's attention was only focused on two things, gambling and trying every means to make Beibei happy. But these could not resist the pain of forcing Beibei out to borrow after losing money, which was repeated over and over again, making people tired.

Peng Cheng was also tired of this kind of torture for a long time. Like a little boy who longed for his mother's love, he would ask: "Wife, do you still love me?"

"Love." Beibei always talks about love, sometimes affectionate, sometimes helpless.

"I think you don't love me, you're afraid of me."

Peng Cheng would not let go of any expression on Beibei's face, which always made the girl feel nowhere to hide. In her heart, she felt a little scared or a little more about him, but she never dared to say it, so she said again: "I love you if there is nothing."

She had to do something, otherwise she could not predict what Peng Cheng's next move would be. She could not let her parents know, and she could not solve the problem if she knew. Peng Cheng, a barefoot child, had no restrictions on him in anything. This is the same as some women who had been fighting her husband for many years and dared not divorce. The law cannot really restrict men who have not yet killed people, but may kill people at any time. When they can, someone will have to pay the price of their lives.

"Then I know, wife, I know you have tried your best." Peng Cheng hugged Beibei tightly, "I will find a way myself." This is not what he said when he wanted money to gamble. He never lie without nutrition. This is what he would say when someone asked him for debt, and this person is not a bank.

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The bank's debt was owed by Peng Cheng when he was still with Xiao Min. He withdrew the credit card and lost all of it at one time. This is actually nothing. Peng Cheng didn't care at all, and he didn't pay it back because he left a landline from Beibei's family. Beibei's parents received countless bank calls every day. Every time at this time, their mother would tell her daughter, "Look at what kind of friend you are making."
Chapter completed!