For a while, Peng Cheng's daily income was almost over 1,000 yuan. That was his period of victory. Peng Cheng himself repeatedly recalled those days in his future life. Money was like a flame that was rising, always burping into his palms. It made him feel uncomfortable, but he was also very happy. The comfort and comfort were like ice cream with a smooth milky aroma, which always had to be melted. No matter how easy it was to get money, it really couldn't stand Peng Cheng's way of spending. He could only give Beibei two or three hundred yuan every day, and Peng Cheng would spend all the remaining money on this day.

Beibei finally figured it out. The man was inflated. He was showing off, shaking his head and waving his tail. During that time, she always had money to spend. Peng Cheng gave her money every day, which seemed to make everything look good, but just in her heart, she always had a faint worry in her heart. What was he for such a arrogant and squandering? How long did he need to squander? This problem seemed to attract Peng Cheng's inexplicable sneer, and what was the crux of the problem.

She knew him very well. Money was nothing to him. He was basically using money to maintain his own... How to say it? She couldn't explain it clearly. She just felt that Peng Cheng's heart must be empty, otherwise he shouldn't need to do this to show off himself. He seemed to be unable to resist, and he was unwilling to do so. That was something he could not break through, but it seemed that money could.

What if that moneyless day came back? A woman was always hesitant in her heart. Beibei could never be like Peng Cheng, who had lost all his money and returned. She had to live down-to-earth and steadily. She had to save the money, because she could almost conclude that day would be destined to come back.

So, every day, she would deposit these two or three hundred in the card, waiting for the coming poverty and fall, so that she could get more! Or, if a woman could not get love, she would use money to compensate! She rarely restrained him, and she could not restrain him. Since that is the case, why bother with him? Beibei's heart was bright and she always looked very happy.

Peng Cheng never thought about why Beibei was very happy. Like all arrogant men, they thought women too simply. He felt that Beibei's happiness was just a kind of admiration for great men, which even made him feel elated. He finally made this woman who was not happy with money. This is really happy, right? It turns out that she is not an alternative girl at all, she just has a high laugh.

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No man doesn't like women who admire him. Even if this is just a liking, not a love, he will like it. No matter how hard Peng Cheng tried, he could not deceive himself. He didn't know what love was, and he didn't even want to know what it was, but he still knew that his feelings for Beibei were probably different from love. Beibei always asked him, but inadvertently, although it was not annoying, he had no feeling that she asked for. Every time the girl mentioned it, he would feel something between disgust and guilt from the bottom of his heart, and he would speak a little awkward.

That morning, Peng Cheng went to work early. The air in the early morning was always so light and cold. He looked northwest from afar. The sky above the sky, the towering building stood straight. He remembered that he had stood under the tall building, holding Beibei's hand, pointing to the highest point of the building, and he said to her: "Wife, now you say you're dying together, I'll jump out of there immediately and wait for you."

After so long, the young man's eyes were still bright. He still had goose bumps when he remembered that moment. He swears that what he said at that time was the truth. If Beibei hadn't glanced at him so contemptuously and frowned, he probably wouldn't have known that she actually didn't really love him. Just like now, he looked there, even if he hoped that he could go back to the past with her, he would never want to jump down to prove anything. The tall building was like a demon mirror in his image. He didn't know what his feelings for Beibei were now, but it was definitely not the same feelings as before. The most terrifying thing was that even he himself felt that it was not even love.

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What's the use of thinking about this? Even he laughed at himself. Peng Cheng turned around and stopped looking at the tall building. He didn't eat, but came in the morning with his clothes. Now he was a little hungry. The wind became more and more severe. Peng Cheng took two steps to get into the bathhouse. When he passed by the bar, Xiaodou gave him the thickest ham sausage. It was not porky. It was lighter in color than pork. It was as thick as the thing below. Looking closely, it was as long as it was. Peng Cheng subconsciously smiled and slapped his head decisively. He thought of Aunt Xue, looked at the ham sausage in his hand, and quickly arranged it into two pieces. It was disgusting for a while.

He walked towards the man's side. When he passed by the shoe rack, he saw Liangzi sitting on the plastic stool in front of the rack. Liangzi was like a cowardly man who had not served his wife well and had been eliminated. He was like this on the plastic stool. He was like this almost every day. Peng Cheng was too lazy to look at him, and only broke it into two pieces of ham sausages, handed it to Liangzi half, and turned and went straight to the second floor.

In the rest room on the second floor, the small lights were not turned on, and it was so dark that I knew that there was an old man sleeping inside. As soon as Peng Cheng pushed the door, a light outside shone into a large area. Dachuan in the bar jumped up from his seat and looked at the door in the light. He saw Peng Cheng shrugging his shoulders exaggeratedly, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Brother Peng, what are you eating?" Dachuan muttered in a low voice, but he didn't raise his head.

"Give me two bowls of noodles!" As he said that, Peng Cheng took out ten dollars from his pocket. The sour smell in the lounge was extremely refreshing, and he was covered with wet and sticky water vapor and rushed straight into his nose. He felt a little uncomfortable.

"Dachuan, this room is so big, who has pulled it into the house?" In the four-corner lounge, people were sleeping in the corners of invisible light. Peng Cheng took two out of the box where the ham sausage was placed. When he looked up, he saw Dachuan's mumbled cheeks: "Let's have another bowl of noodles!" After that, he paid him another ten yuan.

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Humming a song, Peng Cheng walked downstairs. He liked this feeling. He had never taken action for a while and missed his feelings so much! He hadn't read a few books, but he had read Water Margin. He always felt that Song Jiang must be exactly the same as himself. They were all simple, just hating money. Otherwise, why did he spend all the money for others, and he still had such a way to spend it.

Peng Cheng likes this feeling of being sought after by others. Although he also knows that these people really don’t necessarily want to pursue him, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care whether he is sincere or not. Anyway, Peng Cheng feels very useful, and that’s enough. People always have to live in the eyes of others to be comfortable. Looking at the faces raised like pugs, his self-confidence is much higher. At least he won’t always feel that he is not worthy of her like when he saw Beibei.
Chapter completed!