After staying in the hall with Ba'an for almost half a month, Peng Cheng welcomed his supreme leader.

It was a bright day. The tender ginger color floated in the early air, and the steps under the feet became more and more chaotic. As if it had slowed down time, Peng Cheng felt heavy legs and just rode his bicycle to pass by Beibei's home. At this time, Beibei was probably going to work long ago, so he glanced in the direction of the woods. The big tree he often leaned against was still there, but the leaves were pitiful. He had to think of Beibei, so he looked at the other side of the woods, knowing in his heart that he could not see Beibei, but also her house. The girl trusted him so much, and she believed him no matter what he said. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng suddenly pedaled twice and headed further north.

The man who came in that day was a middle-aged man. His solid body was so big that he had a shorter piece of meat, and his legs were relatively short. He looked almost as long as his arms. The man looked at least in his forties, without a beard, and his face was so shiny, like a big eunuch. His casual outfit was mostly light in color, so he was really clean. Every piece of clothing had no brand, so he couldn't tell how rich he was. He looked like a salesman who came to buy drinks in this market, and he didn't speak or look at people.

The one who came in with him was an old woman of about the same age, a woman older than him, walking in front of him. The old woman was curled with her head, very thick and dyed into a very unnatural black. The woman's head was supposed to be stronger than a man, but the flesh on her face was not so strong. The yellow-faced woman probably described such a woman. She was very ugly, and even if she counted twenty years ago, she was not beautiful. She wore a long dress with a very ethnic style, like an elderly gypsy witch, but her eyes were arrogant and fiery, without any mystery.

When these two people walked in, Peng Cheng was putting chairs in the venue. He rarely worked like this. It was in the morning when the elder brother who blocked Liang'er said that the boss was coming to see him, so he specially cleaned up the small hall that was not visited. They came suddenly, and no one knew each other. As soon as he was standing at the door, Ba An was standing at the door. When he saw someone coming in, he looked into the room, like a dissatisfied person. He did not retreat again until he saw Brother Hei behind him.

Sitting in front of Peng Cheng, the man in his forties lowered his head and groped in his pockets back and forth, feeling uncomfortable. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it and started smoking, and said nothing from beginning to end. He shouted Peng Cheng and went out, standing at the door with Ba An, with his back facing inside. At that moment, Peng* felt like he saw the gangster boss.

The two of them sat on a stool next to one of the fishing machines. With the machine as the platform, Peng Cheng naturally sat opposite him. The big fish on the table swam proudly, swam in front of the young man, and suddenly swam away. He was a little distracted and reached out to touch the fish, but he didn't even say hello.

The old Gypsy aunt didn't look up, pretending to fiddle with her skirt, her legs overlapped together, and she sat very much. Soon she said first: "Is it called Peng Chengha? It's been a long time."

The old lady spoke very much like Aunt Xue. Although she was no longer young, she looked like a soft pastry, so sticky, sticking to the man's ears. Peng Cheng raised his eyes like a thrilling look at her face...

She carefully fiddled with her skirt, and her hands seemed to be beautifully throwing away the corner of the skirt she was holding on her side. She also raised her eyes to look at Peng Cheng: "How do you feel?"

The man was not Aunt Xue, and she was far less charming than Aunt Xue. The old lady's style and dress were so uniform that she could speak on her own without waiting for Peng Cheng to answer more, and she was arrogant and arrogant. The tone was raised up eight degrees, and she kept talking nonsense, scolding all the actions Peng Cheng had done after he came.

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"Hey, why don't you clean up? The water bottle over there has been put on the ground for many days, and it's just here, and I've moved to the corner of the wall today."

"You're pretty lazy kid."

"Not anyone can come here for us. Your chubby girlfriends will not be able to get here in the future."

In this solo performance, the old woman said that she was still anxious. She seemed to be angry, and her bulging breasts were undulating. Perhaps it was menopause hot flashes. She slapped her hands twice, and breathed deeply and said, "Hey! I just remembered, why don't you close the door when you go to the toilet?"

Peng Cheng had already heard it, especially when it came to the toilet, he didn't close the door. He was a man who could solve the problem of urination on the roadside, and it was nothing to see it, but he didn't want the old woman with yellow teeth to see it. Besides, he and Xiao Min were in the toilet that day...

He looked up and stared at the old woman's broken face, a little hot. Peng Cheng saw that a camera was installed here and proofread it secretly. He was sure that there was no camera facing the toilet. There was only one, and the position of the lens was facing the exit of the toilet from the side. When did you go to the toilet and when you came out, you could see clearly.

Fuck! This old lady is so cruel. Does she stare at the camera every day to watch herself go to the bathroom?

At this time, the man quickly reached out and waved his hand, and glanced at the old lady with a bored look. The woman stopped saying more: "Okay, little Peng'er? You are just minor problems, but you have to change it." When the old lady said this, she looked at the man around her again. Seeing the man waved her hand, she said: "In this way, let your brother Hei take you to get along well today, so you can follow us when you are busy in the future."

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After the two people left, Peng Cheng was still full of anger. If Brother Hei came in with them, he would probably have no intention of listening to the old lady's rhyme. He was a little disgusted, and those words were too harsh. The old lady was afraid that she had been a boss for too long and began to forget the once equal proletarian revolution, and she really thought she was the best man waiting! Peng Cheng thought about it, and he knew in his heart that this was his boss, that middle-aged man who had never spoken, that old lady was probably his wife, right? That's all. In Beibei's words, rich people are not necessarily nobles. There are no nobles in China, and those who are still noble now are all thoughts.

Brother Hei quickly turned back, with a little pride of lightness. Before Peng Cheng even stopped his insults in his heart, he came back: "Xiao Peng, keep watching here, I will look for you if you have something to do."

"Yes! OK, brother." Peng Cheng responded quickly, with a seemingly sincere smile.

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What reason can he not bear? There must be a big place here. Everything before was a test. Now he has passed it. Sooner or later, he will go there to help. The old lady said it, and now Brother Hei said it. When he talked about it, he had to pretend to be mysterious. I guess he couldn't hear his words leaking.
Chapter completed!