"Cheng Cheng, why do you always charge the wrong money?" The girl stood beside the bed, took down the clothes on the upper bunk and handed them to Peng Cheng.

"Wife, you don't know how big the venue is. The boss is. The place I have been to is just a cover. It's really much bigger than that in other places." Peng Cheng gestured without exaggeration. He really wanted Beibei to know how big the place is, so he looked winking.

"Yes." The girl lowered her head, it was so big that it seemed that she didn't feel very good.

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng responded with confidence and widened his attempt to scare the girl's eyes. "There are people in the evening. I have to fill my pockets four or five times a day. If I pay the bill and fill it up, I don't have time to count the money. It's impossible to have a good account." As if there were some secret news, Peng Cheng said with relish. He hugged Beibei's waist and lived in vain. This was basically the only time he understood more than Beibei, so he became more and more excited as he spoke.

"What if the money is missing?" Beibei threw her head down and muttered in a low voice. She felt very conflicted. It was contrary to her long-term education, but it seemed to have hope and was a little timid.

"How is it possible? There are so many people, it's normal to make mistakes. But Barang Liang said that if there are counterfeit coins, you don't have to exchange them with customers. Just don't have to do too many. Can I also make the account wrong?"

Beibei put her arm around Peng Cheng's waist. She seemed to be moved, and she no longer had so many worries: "Then what should we eat?"

"I don't want to eat now, let's go check in!" As Peng Cheng said that, he hugged his girl and strangled her towards him so that she could feel his strong desire. Beibei's face turned red at the moment.

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In the days that followed, Peng Cheng could take out 2300 yuan for Beibei almost every day, and she used the money to pay off the debt. Finally, this day was no longer so tight. Although the debt had not been paid off, the money still increased. Both of them felt relieved. In a few days, Peng Cheng resolutely refused to eat the unpleasant things, and the more they ate, the more advanced they became. If they could get married on such a day, Peng Cheng and Beibei might have a good ending, but they had no plans to get married. Peng Cheng felt that he could not afford Beibei, and Beibei could not let go of the conditions that should be in the marriage, and the scar on Peng Cheng's mouth.

"Wife, have you heard of Ertao?"

"What Ertao."

It seems that Beibei has never heard of it. Peng Cheng turned over and was full of confidence. He said with interest. The Ertao he mentioned was inquired about in the venue, the boss's name in the world. This is probably the only person he could find, and he could see almost the same in the world as Beibei had ever seen.

"I see."

Beibei doesn't believe in the concept of being mixed with the underworld. I remember that when she was studying, she studied economics. At that time, she had a deep-rooted concept in her heart. Any social appearance must have economic laws to follow. Nowadays, the world is solving problems with violence, which is not cost-effective. She doesn't believe that underworld can still have a place to use in the market economy.

"Chengcheng, what era has it been? The underworld? That is the original form of rich people, it is nothing more than the extreme of primitive accumulation, a kind of competition that deviates from the normal track. It cannot be said that there was no before, but now anyone who is still in the underworld is not a big shot. Children! Don't brag for others, it makes people laugh at it."

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Plainness can always make people forget it in a hurry. It is like looking back, just like living only one day in your life. All you can't remember is warmth, and the rest is sporadic happiness and pain. Beibei soon ushered in the first major event after she became the office director, Shao Baige's wedding.

It was a very cold October. That day, Beibei wore a small beige windbreaker, and the half piece of fabric on her chest had an extra layer, even if it was the only clothes she could take now. Shao Baige personally organized most of the matters related to the wedding, and was busy. He was far more serious than the bride when he was about this wedding. It might be related to the promise of the old chairman.

Before preparing for the wedding, perhaps Shao Baige himself had an inexplicable conversation with Beibei. He had no idea how much of his changes had been made, but Beibei knew that it was a very important exchange because she started thinking from that conversation.

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Regarding the details of that day, Beibei firmly believed that they could not really understand each other. Both of them entered from their own direction. Fortunately, they both found the crux of their stubbornness. At that moment, Beibei was not as skillful as she would in the future. She just felt that the key to all the problems between her and Peng Cheng might not lie in Peng Cheng, but in herself.

"Babe, what do you...women need?"

Shao Baige's elegant beige trousers were straight, and he sat on the sand chair with his legs raised, with his feet on the table. This was not like him. Perhaps only in front of Beibei could he relax like this and not be a well-educated awkward child. But it was obvious that he was just awkward child in his thoughts. His words were as usual, and he could not find a little paranoid in his gentle tone. He paused at the most tangled issue, as if he had thought about it.

"What are you asking about this? You want to fuck me? What's wrong with Junni?"

Wen Beibei picked up the white porcelain teapot on the coffee table, poured a cup, sat on the chair in front of the table, and drank it on her own. She had never seen Junni before. Shao Baige looked out the window for a long time. It was a forest of large poplar trees, extending to the side where the sun rose, winding away next to the main road, disappearing from the end of her sight. This was a forest that blocked the wind and sand. Although the forest was a little loose, it could still make the wind and sand raging in the suburbs much less. Beibei tilted his head and looked at him. There was a layer of white stubble on his dry lips, and he didn't answer any more.

"Are you getting angry?" Beibei stood up again, brought a new cup, poured a cup of newly brewed tea, stretched his arm, and placed it in a position that Shao Baige could easily reach, but he did not urge him again.

"Are you going to get married?" She sat down, as if she had fallen on a stool, she took off all her strength, and turned to the window where she could see the forest, and asked him with some clarity.

The strong wind whistled across the poplar forest, and the distance could see the color of the wind clearly, dark gray flying and light gray flying away. Most of the poplar trees were straight and they grew hard into the sky, straight and straight, not caring about their hands and feet below. The wind stubbornly blew towards the side, like a wave of sea water, and thrust resolutely. The tree studs were pulled away by the strong wind for years, and they were tilted to the side, just like the reed studs swaying in the reed marsh, helpless.

"Yes, I was thinking before I talked to you, but now I've decided."

That is the trajectory of the wind. How strongly resists it will eventually be something it cannot bear. Shao Baige said this heavily, like a life-threatening promise. His voice was low and nice, he looked so beautiful, Zhou Zheng's facial features, beautiful but not raising eyebrows, and it does not hurt people. His life is so enviable. No matter how many people there are, they are still unsatisfactory.

"Why me? I didn't say anything!" Beibei glanced at him with a clever voice, deliberately saying it like a joke, making up for something else, covering up the problem that she didn't want to continue to struggle. She didn't see much about Shao Baige's resistance, and no matter how good her friend was, she was unable to do it, or she wasn't sure what to do was better for him. Who knows?

"Yes! Just because you didn't say anything." Shao Baige smiled, picked up the teacup and drank it all.
Chapter completed!