On that day, Peng Cheng was moved by Liangzi. He was filled with passion and mixed feelings. It turned out that he could do it too. Liangzi gave him great trust, which gave rise to confidence. Peng Cheng looked at Liangzi's eyes, which was so clear, but he had never seemed extremely smart like today.

Peng Cheng took Liangzi's money, and his big lips were clamoring like a trumpet urging him. Along with the small yellow envelope, he walked out of the mobile room resolutely. Big lips were screaming even more angrily. She spoke very quickly and couldn't tell what she said. Liangzi was also saying that most men's voices were harder to identify. Then he heard the sound of slap, which was not coherent. It was not a face-burning sound. Then Liangzi roared angrily: "Okay, I'm done, can't I do some serious work?"

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After coming out, Peng Cheng called Xiaodou, took three hundred from Xiaodou's hand, and then decisively headed to Xiao's second floor again. When he walked to the cement steps at the entrance of the Xiaonanchang, he stood still. After a long time, the young man looked at the two-way eight-row road in front of him, which was so confused that midnight was always so blurred. Even on the brightly lit road, it was as quiet as a dry river channel, and there was no car passing by. Peng Cheng pinched his hands, and it was too hard. His fingers were a little trembling. The beef noodle shop opposite was flashing neon lights. The beef noodle shop had already closed. Did you always turn off the neon lights before? Peng Cheng couldn't remember it.

The brothers didn't treat themselves as outsiders, and they didn't ask. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng felt a warm current in his heart, rushing straight up and down, opening up all over his body. He smashed his mouth like he had drunk white wine, feeling that the ruthless spirit was rushing. At this critical moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Brother Peng, I am Erjun'er."

"What's the matter?"

"Liangzi said you use money, I have five hundred."

Peng Cheng suddenly felt the teeth sore, and he breathed comfortably: "No need, just help me take this class."

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"Wife, come to Dadongzi's barbecue."

Peng Cheng shouted loudly, joy floating in his voice, and through the receiver of the phone, he was so clear. Beibei thought to himself that he might have won the money again! Then he said, "I don't want to go, you eat it yourself!"

"Look how can you not come!" Peng Chengke continued loudly, with unquestionable oppression of his words, and then he said in a low voice: "Wife, come, I have money for you, Liangzi, Erjun and others are all here! It's not good if you don't come, come out, I'll pick you up." While he said that he seemed to walk out, Beibei could feel the movement. As he walked, he suddenly seemed to leave the door and no longer be noisy. "Wife, come, they are all here, eat delicious food, I won't treat them to you if you don't come."

It could be heard that Peng Cheng was already walking on the road. The sound of the wind and the sound of the car forced him to speak louder and louder. Beibei hurriedly said, "Then I'll go over by myself, don't come over."

"Well! Wife, I'll wait for you. What do you like to eat? I'll let them bake it first."

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The small shop at Dadongzi Barbecue is on the street near Beibei's house. It is an old and dilapidated street. However, when it was first built in the last century, it was very prosperous. It is just a bit old and not a famous place. It is not worth seeing. However, the shop is doing well and it is considered an old shop on this street.

The shop has been run by one boss for more than ten years, and its taste and appearance have never changed. It has always been a market. Dadongzi, who was over 10 years ago, is now in his forties. After years of accumulation, he has added several circles of solid fat on his waist, and his face has long been rugged and no longer smooth. His wife and children have lived a good life, but the boss still barbecue in front of the homemade barbecue grill in front of the store every day, never neglecting it.

Peng Cheng and six men and six men were having dinner at the only table in the shop. It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, not meal time, but it was quiet. Beibei lifted the curtain and several people looked over. Peng Cheng quickly got up and walked over, as if to greet him, which was also considered a welcome. He took Beibei's bag. In front of everyone, he rarely held Beibei's arm, but it was today, he held Beibei so attentively.

There were several plates on the table, and piles of leftover drills were slapped. Six people sat around the table, including big lips, Liangzi, Xiaodou and Erjun. There was only one person that Beibei had never seen before, nor had he heard Peng Cheng talk about. She was considered a bad face. They were all familiar people, and no one got up. Beibei sat down, and Peng Cheng didn't introduce it much. She just had a cup and poured her a cup of sweet water he loved.

"Boss, come on a little bit."

Peng Cheng turned around and shouted at the boss, pulled Beibei and sat down. Several people started to tick each other. Peng Cheng didn't care about them or cared much. He picked up a good-looking meat skewers, put them on the plate in front of Beibei, held her hand tightly, and looked at it with great concentration, making Beibei feel uncomfortable.

A smell of malt that had not yet fermented came to my nose: "Have you drunk?"

"Yes!" Peng Cheng was not obscure and agreed readily.

"Drink too much!" Beibei smiled and slighted his eyes as he spoke.

"Don't always look at people like this. My stomach is so uncomfortable." Peng Cheng hurriedly turned his head and ate the food. This was a love word that only the two of them understood, and others didn't care.

Beibei turned his head away, didn't say anything, picked up the skewers and took a bite. The boss's wife used some special symbols to mark the dish. When the order was on the side, several people were already talking. Peng Cheng suddenly reached out to take the small backpack that Beibei held in his arms, took out money from his pocket, and put it in while no one was paying attention, then put it in her ear and said, "Go home and count."

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There were more and more beer bottles on the table. Beibei looked at the people sitting through the slit in the middle of the bottle. She didn't really know them, but they seemed a little restrained in front of her. Although the topic never stopped, they always felt that they were not so happy. After all, these people were friends who were mingled with each other every day. In Peng Cheng's words, she was not the same person as them.

"Wife, you are from there." Every time you say this, Peng Cheng always stretches his hands high, so high that he will reach.

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Peng Cheng held Beibei's arm with his left hand. He was in vain and was in vain. This was the first time Beibei saw him drinking so much. He held his right hand high and wandered in front of all those who didn't listen to him, those who had drunk too much, and spoke loudly, and ordered them to listen to him.

Liangzi and the others also drank too much, and they always persuaded each other too much. They were also talking, talking nonsense, and talking about their own words. No one could hear clearly what they were saying, but they themselves seemed to understand. While speaking, they nodded with each other with affirmation, and then stared at each other even more desperately and laughed out loud.
Chapter completed!