"I'll go!" Peng Cheng raised his head impatiently and sighed, "Wife, what are you doing? I don't want to smoke anymore, can I want nothing anymore, I just want you, what are you doing? Why are you saying this again?"

"I mean, we are too..." Bebeton felt confused. She looked up at him, at a loss. She didn't mean anything to her, so she quickly explained, but Peng Cheng had obviously misunderstood.

"Wife, I know you are tired. I am making you tired, but you, can't I want nothing? Why are you always saying that?" The young man raised his head and pinched the girl's hand hard, making her feel a little painful: "Is it okay if I was wrong? I can't do it in the future, I'm tired. I know you don't love me anymore, you are..."

"No, Cheng Cheng, I don't love you anymore. Oh, let go, I feel pain."

"You can strangle you to death." Peng Cheng said angrily. He hugged Beibei and refused to let go. Later, they didn't say anything. After a while, Peng Cheng's holding Beibei was slightly lighter.

"But Cheng Cheng, we are together like this, there is no good result. How much money you make is not enough to pay back the debt I owe. Why both of us are trapped here? It's still..."

"No, stop talking, I understand my wife, but not." Peng Cheng interrupted her, and he stared at her eyes: "Wife, don't say that all the time. You are my only relative. If you don't want me anymore, what should I do? Throw me out and fend for yourself!"

The tears that Beibei had in her eyes could no longer bear: "I want us to all relax."

"I'm so tired, I'm so sad around you."

——

Humph, it's coming again.

Peng Cheng thought this from the bottom of his heart. He didn't think that the breakup between Beibei was serious. She was afraid that she had not thought about it carefully. But this time, Beibei must have thought about it seriously, although this really seemed like a joke.

The result was not good, but the girl didn't really realize it at that time, and even Peng Cheng didn't realize it. He handled the crisis seriously and was very serious and scared again. So this was a successful performance. Peng Cheng acted like an unexpected person, struggling desperately, holding on to the only hope he had determined, and then being rescued. The results were very similar, but he was not happy.

Peng Cheng concluded that even though Beibei was really joking, it was not the first time she was joking. Even during their relationship, she repeatedly proposed to break up from beginning to end. That would be impossible that she had never thought about it. He was very worried that Beibei would really abandon him because she had no money.

The young man calculated roughly that the girl owed too much debt, so she was 20,000 yuan. She would definitely not be able to pay back so much money for a while, so the girl couldn't make it right for a while, and she would always think of the breakup, which made him very desperate. He was a little anxious. Although the two of them didn't share the money this time, what about the next time? It's not guaranteed that Beibei couldn't stand it anymore. She thought it through clearly and had to divide it. What should he do?

This game hall is too small, and it is indeed not his ideal place. Thinking of this, the young man felt a sense of tragic feeling as if he was not satisfied with his talent. This small hall is so big. On the day he came to work, Peng Cheng had only seen Brother Song alone. He didn't even come on time. It was a long time before he saw him holding a small bag and turning out from the hidden place at the corner of the building. It was late.

——

Brother Song squeezed out the cigarette in his hand on the steps at the door, and then he just pulled down his eyelids slightly, and spoke secretly, making people unable to hear clearly: "Are you really here?"

At that moment, Peng Cheng was a little embarrassed. He suddenly felt that he shouldn't have come, otherwise how could Brother Song say he really came? Then Brother Song sent him here and left immediately, without carefully explaining how he would work. He had never seen anything again except the silly security guard at the door, and such a small room and two fishing machines.

Peng Cheng felt like he was hired to see the house. His only gain was that he got a key, and the thing was inserted into the machine, and he could play with it after screwing it on twice. The number that was so familiar to him turned out to be so easy.

In the following days, he would stay here every day.

Not only do you come here to make money, but even Brother Song, who sent him here, came here every three or five days. It is like a middle-aged couple, and it is better to miss him than to meet him. Cheng earns up to 1,800 yuan a day. Sometimes, he can't even see a box of lunch at one day. On the first day, he also charged 5,000 yuan. Now, it's a huge number.

He promised Beibei to come here to work not just for the little salary. The young man never thought of making money peacefully. Isn’t there anything that said? “Heroes don’t make money.” Peng Cheng couldn’t remember this sentence, and there was no need to worry too much. No matter what sentence it was, how could he get money in such a barren place?

He thought about it all night that night, and he had to help Beibei and help her give the money, at least give the girl some confidence, otherwise it would be a bad thing if this continued. Peng Cheng firmly believed that as long as someone came, he would have a way to make money, but what was annoying was that he seemed to be unable to wait for someone to come.

In the second half of the night, Peng Cheng stood outside the plastic steel glass gate and smoked. The silly security guard was watching the big blue and green fish on the fishing machine. The night seemed to be dressed up specifically. It was so cold that day that day, the moon was so round and so far, embedded in the air, as if you could reach it with your hand, which made people feel itchy.

Peng Cheng took out the phone, and he fumbled to dial a few numbers based on his memory, and then pressed to connect to Jian. The phone rang for a long time, so long that he was a little disappointed. Then he suddenly connected, and the other side hummed lazyly: "Hey."

——

"Xiao Min." Peng Cheng believed in his brain. He firmly believed that it was Xiao Min's phone call. Although it had been almost two years, he remembered that number, especially the sound that seemed to be a teasing sound. He must be her.

"Who are you?" Xiao Min asked in a whisper, her swaying breath almost blowing through the microphone, maybe she couldn't remember it.

"It's me, Peng Cheng, pretending not to hear it?" Peng Cheng decisively exposed her. He didn't need too much coaxing with Xiao Min. They were the same people, so why bother pretending?

Like a martial arts master who has broken his internal skills, Xiao Min giggled: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Peng Cheng paused for a moment, showing his emotions. He knew that Xiao Min was afraid that he would not use this trick. Don't play tricks with those who understand. Xiao Min would definitely not believe in stupid words of love or not. At this time, it is best to stop appropriately. If you say something more, you may be at a disadvantage.

"You're okay looking for me?" Xiao Min asked him leisurely, his voice was so slippery that it was particularly provocative.

"Where are you?" No matter what you answer, this question must be avoided. Now his only bargaining chip is Xiao Min's love for himself. Only subjective is decisive.

"Where is Wen Beibei?" Xiao Minyu asked with a pun.

"I'm at home!" Peng Cheng's heart finally fell down when he said this.

Xiao Min hummed and smiled contemptuously, not saying much.

"What's wrong?" Peng Cheng asked her again.

The girl snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "I knew she could still be with you."

"How did you know?" Peng Cheng continued this seemingly unclear teasing.

"You care!" Xiao Min sighed lightly: "Where are you?"

This sentence is to be answered, otherwise the right time will probably pass: "I'm leaving the mountain."

"Why are you there?"

"Just go to work!" Peng Cheng said a little self-deprecatingly, speaking carelessly. He knew Xiao Min, just like Xiao Min also knew him. Only Xiao Min knew that Peng Cheng would come out to mess around sooner or later. No matter who he was with, it would be good to go with anyone. He was destined to take this path, and no one would be his destination.

"Oh!" Xiao Min responded understandably, with an unexpected pleasure, as if she guessed the winning number of the lottery correctly. Although she didn't buy it, she still couldn't control her excitement.
Chapter completed!