Peng Cheng returned home with the money, and along the way he thought that he wanted to call Beibei and asked her to pay back the capital, but for some reason, he could not get the phone when he got home. Liangzi went back again. Peng Cheng couldn't explain his feelings clearly, as if he was forced to do what he most disliked in his heart, but he understood Liangzi. This kid probably couldn't find a more suitable place, and Peng Cheng was also a little confused about his future vision.

He was angry about Beibei, which was a feeling of uneasiness. It was okay if he had money. Once he had no money, Beibei would always change his face and would break up with him immediately. This not only made him afraid of losing, but more of it made him afraid of having it. Beibei did not seem to treat him as a relative.

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"Lao Peng, what are you doing?"

Ozawa finally couldn't continue to pretend to be asleep. He raised his head and sat on the bed opposite, and asked the man without moving, "Are you not perverted?"

The bridge of the nose was gently tightened between the beautiful boy's eyes. He must have really felt something was wrong. Peng Cheng sat there, staring at his quilt with his eyes dumbfounded with big red flowers. It had been a long time since he was sitting there.

After a while, he didn't say anything. Ozawa's long and delicate eyes, as delicate as a woman, swept Peng Cheng's face back and forth. His small and beautiful melon-shaped face and a very good figure, which further proves that men and women have generally the same hobbies for the opposite sex. Ozawa's financial backer once said something, and she said: "Women do not love beautiful men, that means you don't have the capital to love beautiful men." Food and sex are the same, both men and women are the same, but the difference is that men have money in their pockets.

"It's okay, what should I do?" Xiaoze seemed to suddenly remind Peng Cheng. He came back to his senses, his eyes turned desolate. He was thinking about what to do in the future? Looking at Xiaoze, his uneasy heart became even worse. This guy was so beautiful and lived such a difficult life.

"You're not going online?" Ozawa reminded him in a slight manner and hid his arm in the quilt.

"Go later." Peng Cheng stood up, turned around and churned in his upper bunk. He remembered that he still had half a pack of cigarettes.

"Hey! Ozawa, you said your elder sister, are you going to be slapped?"

"Tsk!" Ozawa obviously didn't like this topic and didn't answer. In fact, Peng Cheng didn't really need his answer. He didn't even look back at Ozawa. No one could understand better than him that there should be many things that Ozawa could let go in the face of survival.

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Peng Cheng went downstairs and walked towards the Internet cafe with a thousand three hundred yuan in his pocket. He seemed to have more confidence. When he reached the intersection, he didn't need to turn, but he still went over. Did he go around the door of the dark field? Peng Cheng swears that he was not, he just wandered around more casually, or he still wanted to see the broken yard, but that was all. He thought about it this way, and he didn't feel guilty. When he walked to the dilapidated yard again, he saw that it was still broken, quiet, and the broken yard was still there.

The blue door that Peng Cheng had seen last time was just the back door of this small dark field. There was a more beautiful door in this place, at another corner of the street. It was a glass-covered gate, which was warm in winter and blocked the rain in summer, but he could no longer wait to reach the next street corner. The young man did not hesitate and went straight into the courtyard without hesitation. It seemed like a rope was pulling him, and he went to the blue gate. Half an hour later, he lost all his money and walked out of the main gate. The damn glass cover, the sun shook his eyes without blocking it, confused him. One thousand three, it was indeed an unlucky number, at least he could not overcome this hurdle himself.

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Peng Cheng was frustrated, but he was strange that this time he was not so upset. He knew that he could no longer call Beibei, and he was even afraid that Beibei would call him, but he seemed not as panicked as before. He didn't know how to face her, and didn't know how to tell her that he had actually got the money, but he was not willing to pay her debts and even went to the casino to lose.

At the same time, Beibei was waiting anxiously, and she fantasized that Peng Cheng would send her their capital and then continue to live with the money she earned. But she actually didn't know that she was really just fantasizing. While she was still fantasizing, Peng Cheng's money had already lost.

It was not until the third day that Peng Cheng did not call again that Beibei was sure that the money was gone. When Peng Cheng called again, she asked him casually: "How is the business?" It seemed like a sarcasm.

"Xiaodou said that the bathhouse was too tight recently and it was difficult to get it out, so it has not been done!"

"oh."

Beibei felt an unexpected sense of ease, and the sound of "Oh" was really appropriate. Peng Cheng suddenly heard the meaning of her words. He had nothing to defend himself about, but what he annoyed most was that Beibei always denies him when he was most down and out. She always denied him, and when he was most down and needed her gentle protection the most, he hanged up the phone. He didn't want to hear anything Beibei said to hurt him anymore. She was really capable.

He hated her, he really hated her, everything hated her, hated her goodness, hated her too smart, hated her always taking proper measures to make herself look transparent under her nose. Until then, the girl would not quarrel with her like ordinary women, so that everything would have a chance to make it clear, rather than being as good as she is now, without any pain or pleasure.

Peng Cheng couldn't and didn't want to do anything. The guilt was thrown away with hatred. He could no longer see it. He called Liangzi again and borrowed five hundred yuan. The young man was very upset. He didn't want to borrow money, but now he wanted to borrow it. He felt that he had no choice but to feel a little warmth, and he became itchy in his cold heart. He had to dive into the casino. When he came out, five hundred would turn into five thousand.

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Peng Cheng was so happy that he was trembling with the money, as if his whole life was burning and boiling. The money seemed to make him closer to Beibei, which was the only hope that he could still make her smile. He was like a little grass stretching his body, moistened, so excited that his heels were not next to the ground, light and free. He was the first to call Beibei, found the most famous hot pot restaurant in the city, and invited her to have hot pot.

The girl wore a dark gray wool coat, the one that Peng Cheng would always remember. It was when they first met, and Beibei also wore this coat. However, there was no expression on her face, but Peng Cheng felt her sorrow, which made him feel a little nervous. That day he gave her all the money, leaving only less than five hundred. He looked forward to Beibei being like the time they had just met, like a 28-year-old girl who always believed and relied on him.

"Wife, please pay back all the money!" Peng Cheng said with a plea. Seeing that the girl didn't move, he handed over the money and stuffed it in Beibei's hand.

"Repay it?" Beibei looked down at the bills handed in front of him, and they were no longer excited. She asked tentatively, raised her face to look at him. She couldn't be sure if Peng Cheng really wanted to help him pay back the money. After so long, she no longer expects him to pay back the money. Her relationship with him now is like the first time in a basketball game, and they are all tempted by each other.

To be honest, she was afraid of him. This was a strange fear. All the emotions between men and women were always mixed, making people unable to tell whether it was love or hate. She actually didn't care about money. Even Peng Cheng could leave now. Beibei also felt that she could pay back the money herself. Now she was just tired of him.

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng looked at her cautiously provocative look and was scratched by something in his heart. Is Beibei scared? Are she so stubborn and scared? Or... they both know, what if they come again to ask for money?

"I can't ask for it! I'll go home in a while, you'll pay it back!"
Chapter completed!