When Beibei arrived at Peng Cheng's small hall, it was already noon. The good weather in October was clear, and it was still warm after noon. She walked a little anxiously and felt hot, so she carried the windbreaker in her hand, and did not knock on the door directly. She called Peng Cheng first. The locked door was closed all day long, and it was determined that no one would open it. Besides, she was not sure whether Peng Cheng was here or in the scrap purchase station behind.

The phone didn't answer, and it hung up after a few sounds. After a while, Peng Cheng turned out from the side door behind. It was the place where they often met. Beibei stood outside the door. The sunshine outside was so good, and it was full of noon. The young man pushed the door and narrowed his eyes as if he was competing: "Wife, please buy me a sausage!"

Beibei took out sausages from her bag. She had already realized that no matter how good the food was, she was tired of eating it. Recently, Peng Cheng always complained that there were only a few dishes in the market all day, and he didn't know how to change it: "You just come to me for this? Just to eat sausages?"

Peng Cheng took the sausage, like the big mouse in a blue robe in the cartoon, he wanted to bite it from the middle and say, "No." After tasting the taste, he slammed his head twice, obviously very satisfied. He put the sausage in a plastic bag, clamped it under his arm, put his hand into his pocket, and took out a stack of money from it. He took out two randomly and handed it to Beibei.

"Don't you give you money? My child is a little ill. I'm afraid that the money will bite your hands, so I have to give it to you first." The young man's pride was like hops popping out of the cup. The more he didn't look at it, the more he became reluctant. He stuffed the money to the girl, especially Zhang Yang.

Beibei applied her eyelids, took the money reluctantly, and said, "Is there anything else?"

"What's wrong with you? You're not happy to pay? Why are you still angry?" Peng Cheng grabbed Beibei with his hands, and followed her to touch the girl's cheek, with a faint sweet fragrance. He was most annoying about this perfume smell. It was the perfume that Shao Baige brought to Beibei when he went to Paris. Peng Cheng went to Parkson to see it, and the thing was discounted for more than 2,000 yuan.

"Can I not get angry? Do you know how busy I am today, and you can blow it when you call me, what do you blow?" The girl shook him away, thinking that all the girls with little sex would leave him away, with a fake look.

"Don't you give money? Don't you give money?" Peng Cheng said again as if he was a little aggrieved. He picked up the sausage and took a bite in the middle. The sausage was broken. He was obviously not really nervous.

"Who is happy?" Beibei glared at him, "Stop saying that to me. How do you think of me like this? Why are you so harsh?"

"I'm not trying to get people in trouble. I just give it money. I'm afraid I'll spend it in my pocket and I'm in a hurry to give it to you. Wife, don't say I love eating sausages from this store."

"If you like it, just eat it, I'll buy it for you."

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng nodded and put the sausage back into a plastic bag. Now, he seemed to be going back.

Beibei saw Peng Cheng's intentions and was very happy, but suddenly she was a little disappointed. She said the words she didn't want to say goodbye from Peng Cheng. It felt really bad, so she said, "Is there any more?"

"This time I'm gone, my wife, wait for your husband to make a lot of money and buy you a lot of new clothes, ah!"

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At six o'clock that night, Peng Cheng called again. He asked Beibei to come over and take a look. He said he begged her.

After being tired for a day, the girl had the intention to refuse, but then she thought that she might not be able to refuse. Besides, she was a little worried. The boy had to come to her at this time and probably got the money again. Peng Cheng would be unable to control his money if he decorated some money in his pocket. What if he went to gamble again? Beibei had been struggling for a long time, but he still had to go through it, so he brought another sausage to the dark scene to see him.

It was completely different from the joy at noon. At six o'clock in the evening, the world seemed to have been rushing north for hundreds of miles. It was so cold that it was not as cold as the wind hit the face like a blade. Beibei regretted it, but she did not look back. She called Peng Cheng when she arrived at the entrance of the acquisition station. She hung up the ringback before she even heard the ringback. He did not come out of the door of the scrap purchase station, but called her in his voice in the place where he was originally a bird that did not shit.

"Why are you here?" This time, Peng Cheng pulled the girl into the venue for the first time, and he was very busy. He might be very panicked. Without saying a word, he hurriedly closed the door again. Beibei saw him so cautious and inexplicably: "Why didn't you go there today? I thought you were there!"

"I have seen you, I can still come to you there! Are you stupid? Why can you still look for me there?" Peng Cheng said, clenching Beibei's cold hands tightly, kneading them back and forth, and he said, "It's cold?"

"I thought you said you would go there tonight, so I'll wait for you!" Beibei felt a little aggrieved, but she knew that she was stupid in this matter and lowered her head.

"Okay, it's okay, are you still cold?" Peng Cheng said, reaching out and touching Beibei's blushing face. The girl looked up at him. It seemed that she was still scared when it was cold outside, and she shook coldly.

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There was indeed no gambler in the dark scene where no one cared about it, but there was obviously someone here who had just used the toilet and the smell was strong. It was too cold. Today, Ba'an was also sitting in the house. Peng Cheng took Beibei to the bar and started chatting, as if he was intentional, only Ba'an was outside.

Beibei was a little embarrassed. Peng Cheng was particularly considerate today, so Baan listened to him. He also liked to interrupt from time to time, and said some nonsense to tease them, but he could not refuse. The silly man was quite familiar with his energy. He became more and more excited when he talked too much. He pulled a plastic stool and sat opposite the two of them, stomping on the bar with his hands.

The chat between men is nothing more than playing poker and bragging. Perhaps Baan wanted to talk about women, but Baan was next to him, so Baan couldn't speak.

It was very inconvenient, so Beibei signaled Peng Cheng to leave first, but he refused it hard by his eyes. He grabbed her arm and was still fond of each other. After a long time, even Beibei was embarrassed, and Baan didn't leave. He said he couldn't stand it anymore, but he still sat firmly on the plastic stool opposite bragging to Peng Cheng.

Finally, the sky was completely dark, and Baan suddenly said, "Old Peng, you chat for a while, I'll go out for a walk." At the same time, Peng Cheng tightened Beibei's hand and pinched it hard.

"Let's go! I don't have the ability to see you. Do you think I'm a love to talk to you?" He quickly relaxed and told the truth half and half, making Beibei's face burn.
Chapter completed!