That night, Peng Cheng didn't go to the Internet cafe! He had been in that dark field. It was a street-facing store on the first floor, with a maximum of 200 square meters. There were anchor machines along the wall on the right. There were pitiful anchor machines, and there were not even ten. However, the anchor machines were not played here. Almost all the visitors were piled on the four tables in the middle. This was the only fishing machine that Peng Cheng had ever seen. Everyone was surrounded by people. The old guys in his forties who had lost their tribute and worked on the fishing machine with small bags, like some children who spent my money.

Peng Cheng watched it all night. This was the first time he could look at this place calmly. To be honest, he had never been so detached. He could look at those gambling people from a pure third perspective because he had no penny left. His shoulders were sore, and he sent away generations of people after generation. Looking at others, he could know himself more clearly. Those people were like him. They wanted to win after winning money, but they refused to leave after losing.

The next day when Beibei called, Peng Cheng was still in the dark scene. No one could understand him like Beibei. If he had not returned from the gate, there would have been a war today. So Peng Cheng hurried out and returned to his small house to wait. He planned that Beibei would not go upstairs. At most, she would go downstairs to call herself downstairs, and that was indeed the case.

"Old Peng, why are you so procrastinating? What's your wife going up?" Xiaoze wrapped herself in a quilt, only her arms were exposed. He held the latest Apple phone and turned over with dissatisfaction.

"If I tell you, you can't. My wife is not that kind of person. She can't come to a man's house. If I bring her, she may not love to come in." Peng Cheng said while tidying up his shoes and pants. He was always so meticulous that he pulled his jeans very smoothly.

"Can you go down quickly? Why are you so arrogant?" Xiaoze turned his back to Peng Cheng, and scolded him again in anger.

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Peng Cheng was already very familiar with Ozawa. Their tight work and rest periods are naturally easier to get along with than others, and they are almost the same person. Ozawa never mentions the details of his work, but Peng Cheng knew that the one who was with him was an old woman who was a bit old, an old woman who made Ozawa nauseate. Then, that mobile phone was sold by the old woman for him.

"How much does that gadget cost?" Peng Cheng pointed to the phone, the one that was different from his hand. The screen of the phone was a whole piece, unlike his one, and there was a row of buttons under it.

"It's more than five or six thousand!" Ozawa looked at his Apple phone deliberately, and his slender hands pinched the phone and walked around the air. He seemed to be very casual and said, "Old Peng, please leave quickly, I'll have a good sleep."

"You sleep like a dad, you sleep, and you will be slapping your thing for half a night."

"You didn't go home yesterday, as if you heard it."

When Xiaoze said something, Peng Cheng was about to refute something when his cell phone rang again. The young man spat, turned around and ran downstairs. On the fifth floor, before Beibei's cell phone was hung up, Peng Cheng came down. As soon as he left the entrance of the corridor, he saw the girl, and he smiled brightly: "My wife."

The two of them found a fast food restaurant for dinner. Peng Cheng said that he hadn't eaten for a whole day. He was indeed very hungry, but he was so hungry that he didn't want to eat so much. The restaurant was right next to it, with a long narrow storefront, a very special location. There was a slender aisle in the middle of the store, which only allowed one person to pass by. There were tables on both sides, and at least four people could sit face to face, like sitting in a train dining car.

Peng Cheng and Beibei stood in front of the bar, looking up at the colorful display boards above their heads. There is no menu in this restaurant. All the delicious foods are made into pictures and hung on the wall. You can order which one you like. Under each beautiful dish, the price is marked in big bold characters. After turning around this circle, Peng Cheng really doesn't want to eat it.

The cheapest tomato scrambled egg rice bowl costs twelve yuan per serving. The twelve yuan in the young man’s mind is a ten-yuan fee and a two-yuan ham sausage. This menu obviously made him think. Although he had been hungry all day, Peng Cheng still felt that a ham sausage plus ham sausage seemed to be more inclined to his intentions, but he didn’t dare to say these things. In Beibei’s eyes, playing games online is not a good job.

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"Wife, do you feel good?" Peng Cheng said ambiguously, his voice hoarsely. He leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. The fatigue made people even more sexy. He felt dry mouth, but there was no water.

"I'm sick." Beibei closed her eyes tightly and slept in the bed, not wanting to pay attention to him. Peng Cheng likes to ask this and ask questions that are hard to say. However, for her, she can't mention it. She can't say it well or not. This is basically the difference between men and women, and she is always ashamed.

After dinner, Peng Cheng insisted on pulling her to a small hotel next to him for a small gathering. They often came to that place. Earlier, the young man would go there if he had no place to stay at night. If he couldn't spend a lot of money, he could stay for two hours, which was enough to finish the business.

"Who is sick?" Peng Cheng quickly refuted her and pinched the girl's arm.

"You!" Beibei tried to shake him away, but it seemed to be of no help.

"Tsk, I'm working hard, why are you? You're not feeling well?"

Hiss! The girl frowned, and hissed impatiently, quickly interrupted him, frowned and said, "Can you say something normal?"

"What normal words? What normal words are? What, men and women are normal. Do you think you feel good?" This is basically a problem that cannot be distinguished between them. Peng Cheng turned his body and looked at the girl whose head was buried in the quilt. In his eyes, Beibei was unwilling to be sure of him, which made all his efforts seem to be half the result with twice the effort, which was disgusting.

"I don't like to talk to you." After being uneasy, Beibei turned around and turned her back to him and refused to look.

"What are you doing? Turn around and tell your husband that you feel good?"

The two quickly turned into a ball.

"Will you feel good?"

"Um!"

"Then I'm fine!"

"Wife, then tell me what it feels like!"

"Go to die!"

"Tsk, don't you say it's going to pull it down!" Peng Cheng let go of her and turned on the TV: "The man feels so trembling, and the woman enjoys the whole process. Tsk, I know."

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No one spoke anymore. Peng Cheng was smoking and watching TV. Beibei was lying on the bed, quietly awake but still moving, his fingers were stuffed into his mouth, thinking about some thoughts that he could not show it to others. He suddenly said silently: "Wife, I don't want to be a waiter anymore."

This probably didn't bode well, and Beibei heard it: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, my wife, what can I do?" The man's helplessness is not as obvious as a woman. Peng Cheng didn't tell Beibei directly about his timidity. He hadn't even formally told himself, but he really hoped that Beibei could understand him. The tacit understanding between lovers may be really difficult to find. Changing an industry is difficult for anyone, especially for him. He is very uncertain and does not know whether he can succeed. The most important thing is that he is not ready yet, and Beibei may not agree.

"I have no idea."

The girl turned over and hugged into Peng Cheng's arms again. The two men and women with different thoughts, Peng Cheng threw away the cigarette in his hand and shrank into the quilt, feeling that his body was tighter when he was pressed against the woman. Her words obviously hurt him, but he didn't know that he felt a little abandoned.

"Is the waiter not good? Then what do you think you can do?"

For Beibei, maybe she didn't care what Peng Cheng did at all. She didn't think that Peng Cheng might also want to have his own life value. This is probably a mistake that all women will make. They think that men are born to support their families, and their pursuits and their lives are ignored indefinitely by the woman they are closest to, so those talents who do not ignore them will eventually appear.

"I don't know either." Beibei's attitude made Peng Cheng feel weak, and even his final defense seemed pale and dispensable.

The girl noticed this sensitively and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know either." Peng Cheng turned over again: "Wife, I'll sleep for a while, you can watch TV by yourself!"
Chapter completed!