People are really afraid of being forced, especially those who like to force themselves on the road, and they are endlessly entangled. When they enter the casino again, Peng Cheng's intuition is clearer than before. From the day the phone comes out, the lessons learned in the detention center are not profound enough! He has not survived for two months and then he has been employed again.

The young man was extremely distressed, the feeling of trying to grab, grab, and not being able to grasp it made people angry. Everything about Beibei was so tender and soft, and it was impossible to use it even if he had no energy. Peng Cheng began to miss him when he was in the small bathhouse. When he made his first mistake, Beibei was so hysterical, but after that, she never had it. The slap at that time was Beibei's, and it was also his knot in Peng Cheng's heart, which made them both unable to let each other go, nor let themselves go.

Peng Cheng never loves fighting in gambling. He likes not only money, but also the purity of his inner heart. Sometimes he even thinks that only when he loses money will Beibei talk to him with some emotion. For a moment, Peng Cheng even felt that only when he falls into the hopeless hell will Beibei never leave him.

Since he was re-engaged, the young man had some experience. Whenever he tried, he would mostly play small and make small moves, and he would go in and out quickly. Peng Cheng found that this was like playing mahjong. He wanted to hold up a big game. Compared to adapting to the situation and winning small ones, the latter was more stable and had more surplus. So every day, he always gained something, ranging from five to six hundred yuan, and ran away with one or two hundred yuan. All of this went smoothly and suddenly realized that he must have been enlightened and soon started a life of squandering.

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One day, Peng Cheng grabbed the more than 400 yuan he had just left and walked towards the door. The casino owner shouted at him in a high profile. The man was a short and fat man less than 1.7 meters tall. Peng Cheng would never forget that day, the little dwarf had a rebellious face. He held chopsticks in his mouth and picked up almost fat and thin meat from the big bone soup with sauerkraut and said, "Brother, have you won the money again?"

The young man smiled shyly, pinched Qian's hand and gently lifted it up twice before tying it up.

"Why come to work here! I will open it for you every day." The short fat man threw the meat into his mouth and chewed it out loud, as if the piece of meat was not cooked, and his cheeks were chewing.

Peng Cheng was not stupid at all. He understood what this short fat man meant, and it would be inappropriate to speak more. So he just waved his hand at the short fat man with self-deprecatingness, turned around and left. When he went there the next day, he never touched the machine he made money every day.

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02

Another cycle of reincarnation began, just like a repetition of the previous life, and anyone who looked at it seemed to be similar. At the beginning, Beibei realized that the man was like her disobedient son, and would sooner or later cause trouble for herself. But she didn't dare to stop him, and everything slipped in the direction that had made them both doomed. That was the first time Wen Beibei wanted to escape. Although she never really ran away from beginning to end, it was the beginning, and it was the beginning of her urge to run again and again after that.

At this moment, she firmly believed that she had long stopped loving Peng Cheng, and her inner fear was far greater than her love for that man. She didn't want to answer his phone, nor did she want to see him, and even thought of him made her feel uncomfortable. During that time, she began to regret what happened between herself and Peng Cheng. She really shouldn't have snatched Xiao Min. It was the only opportunity she could think of so far, a chance to get rid of him.

All of this, Beibei's heart was very clear. The only thing that confused her was that every time she met, Peng Cheng said, "I won't go back with you, my wife, I'm so tired, are you walking by yourself?"

It was like a curse. After hearing this, she always felt that she suddenly became a hen with a passionate fighting spirit. Humiliation? Beibei couldn't understand why it was a sense of humiliation. Anyway, it felt like disgusting, and people could not control herself. Her anger was so angry that she could not find a way to calm her heart. What could she do to make herself less sad! Or how could Peng Cheng do to make herself less uncomfortable? What made people feel painful was that she couldn't think of any way, and could only let her heart become more desolate, like a scar with scabs. Everything was settled and became unsolvable. It was obviously not painful, but she was still disgusted. Injury and all kinds of annoyance burst out together. In just a moment, she became a resentful woman full of grievances and fell into endless complaints.

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During that time, Peng Cheng almost never pretended to be himself. He was indeed a open-minded man, coming and going without worries. When he hated him, when he wanted to rest, his face was extremely sincere, as if he was full of words, and he was unwilling to restrain himself at all, for fear that Beibei would not be able to see it. The deep love and ignorance between his partner always stimulated the neglected person. Beibei looked at Peng Cheng. Although she felt that the love between them had long been dead and had a thorough death, it did not prevent her from being upset.

She hated this feeling, which was one of the reasons why she was unwilling to see Peng Cheng. Whenever he looked at her, she was helpless, oh, no, she felt that she could not define that expression, it was really helpless, it seemed like she was impatient. She didn't understand why Peng Cheng had impatient. He always liked it like that, as if everything had nothing to do with him. OK! Then it had nothing to do with him! Then let's go! When Beibei threw out the word "breakup", Peng Cheng began to retain it in language.

"Wife, look at you, I'm just tired, why are you always breaking up?"

In the story of love and love, neither love nor hate really makes people feel uncomfortable, and it should be that it doesn't matter the most. The love that once became silent, open, and became friends and family, was generally the saddest in love. Beibei's heart has been tortured by sorrow for a long time, so even though it was just a verbal retention, she was still kept. She continued to love that man, but she did not admit this. In her heart, she made countless excuses for herself and refused to mention the word love. That was her most entangled feeling, but she had even deceived herself.

The relationship between the two people did not change because of anything, and Beibei's fatigue did not retreat at all. Even Peng Cheng did not feel more comfortable. They didn't know how to treat each other well. All Beibei could do was to remind him at the appropriate time: "Peng Cheng, stop playing. Today is almost done, stop playing. That thing must not be throwing money every day."
Chapter completed!