They didn't go to eat mutton soup that day, so they drank some porridge in the Cantonese morning tea next to them. Peng Cheng took out all the money in his pocket and paid the bill. He probably came to spread the money on purpose. He even took out the coins that had just been put into the pocket. After paying the bill, he pushed them to Beibei's eyes.

Sibaisan picked up more than one yuan. Beibei thought about it and took a hundred yuan bill and wanted to push the remaining money back, but Peng Cheng held it down.

"What are you doing? One hundred yuan is enough. If you buy some daily necessities, you have to smoke!" Beibei pushed the money towards Peng Cheng even harder. On the wrinkled old coins, the money slid across the table, and a fresh Tao was drawn.

"My wife, I can't use so much money." Peng Cheng really couldn't help it. He picked up the remaining three pieces of 100 yuan, took Beibei's bag, and stuffed the money in. "I don't have to buy too many things, it's enough to have these thirty." As he said that, he picked up the thirty again, and the coins slipped very much on the marble table, and it couldn't be picked up for a long time.

Beibei looked at him, and after thinking about it, she didn't shy away much. The indescribable expression on Peng Cheng's face made her a little confused. She couldn't figure out why, but he seemed to see her confusion and said again: "Wife, don't worry about me, I can still have money."

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Still have money.

A meaningful prediction, he said he could still be rich. Beibei's eyes suddenly lost focus, and then he lowered his eyes again, and could guess the reason for the money. She curled her lips slightly: "Well! Cheng Cheng, spend less money, people have to leave a way out for themselves, and they can't go to desperate situations."

"Yeah! I know."

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He planned to do it, why has a month passed, and life always looks like fine sand, leaking out of the thin cracks that cannot be pinched between his fingers. He sighed, but there was no way to do it. The young man was ignorant of the feeling of sorrow! It was not the case with Peng Cheng alone, and it felt like a destined thief, but he was always glad that he had not taken away anything.

Peng Cheng touched the 800 yuan in his pocket. It was given to him in the morning by Xiaodou. Today, he had a lot of surplus, so he naturally got more. Those bills were a little old, and they felt very tidey in his pocket. He felt very uncomfortable when he touched it. His body temperature gradually heated up his pants, and naturally became more and more tide. He suddenly took out the money and counted the eight old pieces with his fingers. Why did he feel that he couldn't drive it away just now? It seemed that he had lost a few pieces. After counting them correctly, he felt a little relieved.

He lay on his own bed in the mobile room, stepping on the iron railing on one side, thinking about it alone. If he had four or five hundred yuan every day, why did he have only eight hundred yuan in his pocket? Peng Cheng was confused. He hadn't given Beibei money for several days. Even if he gave Sister Luo a little more benefits every day, he would have been a ruthless matter. He could not get out for 200 yuan, and he should have earned more than 4,000 yuan this month, so why is there only eight hundred yuan left?

He let out a sigh of relief, and the depression in his heart seemed to be slightly blown away, but then it became a group, making people unable to relax. Why was the money gone? Peng Cheng was a little annoyed. If he wanted to do something by himself, he would get rich with Beibei, raise pigs and have babies, it would be a long way to go and it was difficult to do. After a while, his already full determination and inner ambition were a little cowardly.

Peng Cheng raised his eyes and saw the ceiling close to his eyes. He could kick it there with just one raising his legs. There was a black piece in that position, and he always kicked too much, and the natural color of the place became darker. The ceiling was pressed against his head, and he suddenly felt that his breathing was not smooth. He turned over and did not look at it. He didn't like to always be sneaky, and he didn't like this mobile prefabricated house either.

The pork head meat and a box of rice that Beibei just sent were placed on the clinical bed sheets of Queliang. A large piece of oil stain was made, but he didn't care. It was Liangzi's bed, and Liangzi wouldn't care. Peng Cheng didn't like to eat rice with boxes, he wanted to use bowls and rice bowls.

No one can help him that feeling of uncertainty. Peng Cheng understood himself the most. He looked at himself, just like others looked at him, and he had never had a clear and clear past. He felt uncertain about everything around him. Every time Beibei shirked her responsibility, she always said that she didn't want money, it seemed like she wanted to draw a clear line, maybe she really drew a clear line!

Peng Cheng pulled the quilt and covered his head. He didn't want to summarize these things. This was probably the most fundamental reason why he had to think about it more.

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For some reason, Peng Cheng always felt that if he had a little more money, Beibei wanted to avoid him. He didn't understand what Wen Beibei needed. There were so many women, so many women in the bathhouse, all kinds of women, women of all ages, how could they be different from this girl? How could they not stimulate her if they gave money? Why did they give her money? It depends on her expression? Peng Cheng regretted death several times, and he regretted it so much that he didn't want to give it to her.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became upset, turned over and got off the ground, took out the 800 yuan again, and with the light coming from the door, Peng Cheng counted carefully again. Every picture of Grandpa Mao was filled with the vicissitudes of time. He still remembered that Beibei said: "The right way in the world is vicissitudes."

That day, the bright girl was wearing a light blue cotton skirt, a very long skirt, and the sun was swinging. She twisted her body gently as she spoke. The dark blue color of the crabapple flowers on the edge of the cotton skirt turned rapidly with her body, like a band embedded in the edge of the group. Her beautiful big eyes and waves flowed, so she was so beautiful that she became proud of herself, and such a beauty had not seen her for a while.
Chapter completed!