Su Yan insisted that the professor was a very strange man, and was generally too paranoid, which made him have a stubbornness that ordinary people did not have, so that his leadership still adhered to the principle of being self-righteous. She said that she could not stand such a person.

"And." Su Yan stopped before he finished speaking, and raised her head slightly. The blue veins on her thin white neck were soft and graceful: "We have sex in disharmoniousness."

"What's the discord?" Beibei was confused by her sudden self-examination. Su Yan was not shy at all. She said that her sexual life was not harmonious.

"You don't understand even if you say it." Su Yan smiled, and she said, as if she was talking about a child who was ignorant of the world.

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Married women always seem to be carp that jumped over the dragon gate. She felt that she had seen more markets than unmarried people, especially if the man who married her was not her first man, she felt even more superior. It was naturally unusual to light the sky lanterns for two men. As for what was unusual, who could make it clear. Anyway, with a comparative reference, it would be better to taste which man's thing is more about her own feelings.

"That thing of his! It looks different from other men." Su Yan said mysteriously. It turned out that she really wanted to say: "You are not married yet, and I'm embarrassed to tell you more. Don't you know that the man's thing is like that? His one is a bit crooked."

"Ah?" At this time, Beibei shouldn't have had any other reaction. Just as this was just right, Su Yan suddenly became interested.

"Do you think he is strange? I haven't seen anyone else when I was taking a shower? Why didn't he know?" Su Yan asked Beibei in a clever way. At this moment, she didn't feel that she understood better than Beibei. Then she suddenly smiled very well and said, "That's right, it's different when I take a shower."

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Only those who care about it should ask why, those who don’t care only value the result. Su Yan is divorced, and his long-lost freedom. Loneliness is probably the driving force for men and women to live together in the end. On the contrary, the driving force for not being together is probably not lonely! Love is like grouping, and in the end it is better for suitable people to be together.

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"Hey! Wait a little longer, don't..." Beibei held up the phone and waited. She knew that Peng Cheng was not talking to her, so she didn't speak.

"Wife, that, just lend me 10,000 yuan!" Peng Cheng said lightly. He was really lightly. This time he said it was for himself, so Beibei would not misunderstand it.

"Ten thousand." The girl repeated mechanically, and her eyes were red, as if she was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. He said 10 thousand, it was not like a thing. Fuck, all the reactions were no longer under control. She suddenly yelled: "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Look at you, I should have money in the account again."

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Never guess what Peng Cheng will do in the next second. Maybe even Peng Cheng himself can't be sure! He is an interesting lover, but not a good partner. Peng * really vowed to be no longer playing, but he still found various reasons. Even he himself felt that those reasons were just excuses to convince himself, and none of them deserved to be taken seriously, but in the end, he took the risk.

He gave himself a point. In order not to let him retreat, he threw him into 10,000. It was just a few more exercises on his wrist, which was not difficult. He stood up and squatted beside him. Ba'an looked at the table with a dull look. The clock had just passed midnight, so Brother Hei might be sleepy at this time! He had just lost 10,000 and was stunned.

Almost, Baan was also confused. Both of them were getting cold now. Peng Cheng felt cold sweat like a crawling bug, slipping down his spine. He knew that the account would definitely not be able to be handed over. He tied his hands and stood up. Looking at the zero score on the table, his eyes were dark. Baan was also looking at the machine. He turned his head and looked at Peng Cheng, swallowed hard, slightly opened his mouth, and his lips were so dry that it was difficult to close together.

"I'll tell Brother Hei." Baanho turned around and got up to leave.

"Brother Hei thought it was us who did it together, and you didn't look at it." Peng Cheng looked ordinary, as if everything had nothing to do with him. He stared at Baan's glasses: "This matter will be found out in the past few times, and no one can escape."

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After ten thousand yuan, Beibei was stunned when she put down the phone. Perhaps she had never seen any market, which was the biggest hole that Peng Cheng had so far. After a brief confusion, the girl really grew up. She seemed to have easily found the key to the problem. So the next morning, she went to see Director Yang again.

For several consecutive days, she first borrowed two thousand yuan, and then asked for 10,000 yuan. Beibei did not dare to confess to Director Yang. Fortunately, Director Yang didn't ask anything. She just searched through her wallet and said that it was only three thousand yuan, and gave it to Beibei.

The girl's eyes turned red. She never thought Director Yang would trust her like this. She had a similar love relationship with Peng Cheng. She almost wanted to speak, but it was difficult to speak. She felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe she could see that Director Yang waved her hand.

"Babe, your lips are not very good in color. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, sister, I will give you back as soon as possible."

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Some men are like children who are rebelling at any time, always causing trouble, always being curious, and causing trouble again, they can't deal with it.

There was still seven thousand left, and Beibei seemed to have only one way to choose from, so she went to borrow money from Shao Baige. She was a little hesitant and couldn't concentrate. Before she could make up her mind, the phone on the desktop rang first, and it was Shao Baige who asked her to go there. This was regarded by Beibei as a warning from God. She took a deep breath and felt it was not that difficult.

As soon as he entered the door, Shao Baige was sitting at the table fiddling with the computer. Beibei heard the sound of games inside. There was a stack of money next to the computer. It looked like it was about two thousand. Sure enough, Shao Baige said: "You give the money back to Director Yang first."

"Can you lend me some more money?"

Shao Baige shuddered and raised his head. He watched Beibei stand there like that, his face dark, like a cowardly woman in her thirties. A shriveled, lifeless person, without any brilliance, a tragic work of art.

Beibei finally opened his mouth to borrow money from Shao Baige, even though he looked at her like that, she was completely exhausted. It seemed that rich people were still awesome. She thought about this and smiled deliberately. She would still be on this hurdle.

"How much do you want?"

"Including your two thousand, I'm still five thousand."
Chapter completed!