At a small noodle stall near Peng Cheng's house, he and Beibei ate a bowl of wontons.

"Why did you call me?"

Peng Cheng ate on his own. He was really hungry. There was a bowl of wontons on the table. Beibei held his handbag and sat on the stool opposite him and watched him eat. The weather outside became colder, and the wontons were accompanied by the fragrance of chili oil, which was particularly hot. Suddenly, he felt less afraid to face Beibei. He couldn't explain why. Anyway, he was not too scared. Maybe he was used to guilt! He felt better, and even Beibei asked him like this, it was not as exciting as before.

"When did you come back?"

The girl wanted Peng Cheng to say something to her, but he didn't speak, just ate. The north wind came freely, torturing the people in the wind and snow at will. Fortunately, the wontons were still hot, and Peng Cheng's ears turned red and crimson. After waiting for so long, he insisted on not answering. Finally, she couldn't help it, so she changed her question.

"I'll be back at noon." Peng Cheng finally opened his mouth, took his left hand from under the table, picked up the bowl and took a sip of the clear soup of the wonton: "Who did you borrow the money from my wife?"

"You don't know." Beibei didn't want Peng Cheng to know that she had borrowed money from Shao Baige, but she didn't know why she didn't want to.

"Tell him we'll give it to him soon."

Peng Cheng nodded fiercely, as if he had made a great decision. At this time, he was still so sure, perhaps because he felt that he could dig out thunder from the dark field, or perhaps he could only show it to himself.

"Yes!" Beibei reached out and covered Peng Cheng's thin white wrist, as if he wanted to give him strength.

"Wife, it seems that you can't be too greedy!" Perhaps feeling Beibei's power, Peng Cheng suddenly felt a little stiff, just like his earned wrist, which was so stiff that it was uncomfortable. Although the temperature in Beibei's palm warmed him, it obviously couldn't warm his heart. Then he raised his hand to grab the bowl and touched Beibei's hand off.

"That thing shouldn't be played with." The girl immediately became angry, and she didn't pay attention to his evasion.

"Not really, you can actually win money, but you're too greedy."

"Cheng Cheng, why don't you regret it yet? As long as you play that thing, you lose. He bets that you still want to win, and you want to turn the tables. "Bebe was anxious. She tilted her head anxiously, hoping to let Peng Cheng see more clearly. Compared with losing the money, he was still looking for a way to make it seem even more terrifying.

"What do you know? I have 15,000 in my pocket when I get off work in the morning."

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He was generally careless. Peng Cheng entered his mouth with a hot wonton, chewing it with the cold wind. He said it casually, and just said it, his heart suddenly became cold. He looked at Beibei's sudden wide eyes in surprise. The girl was indeed very surprised.

"What did Peng Cheng say?" Beibei stared at him in disbelief, his big round eyes turned into triangles. She couldn't believe all this. Although Peng Cheng was gambling and she borrowed money from him, she had never thought that he could cheat his money for gambling. But judging from the current situation, he couldn't even explain. He looked at himself like that, and looked around as if he was running away.

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"Wife, don't make noise here, just whisper."

Beibei's heart was fucking up, and she couldn't get back to her senses. She suddenly felt a little heavy, but she hadn't lost her mind yet. She knew that this feeling was just sad. If you were not loved, you wouldn't lose your mind, but you would only torture by reason.

Peng Cheng lowered his head again and continued to eat his wontons. He understood that the flaw was in his eyes. The more he looked at her, the more chilled he would be. But he didn't want to persuade him, and he kept persuading him endlessly. Peng Cheng felt tired. Well, even if he was wrong, he didn't want to persuade him.

Beibei pulled his arm: "Chengcheng, what's wrong with you?"

"Let's talk about it later? I've finished it."

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The two of them fell into silence. They didn't want to talk to each other anymore. Peng Cheng was worried that when he spoke, he would be unable to control everything. He didn't want to talk to Beibei Moji. He didn't understand. He had done everything, so what else could be explained. Beibei sat across the street, stretched his neck, and looked annoying, as if he was about to die. Ten thousand yuan seemed to be dead. She was so cheap.

After eating the wontons, Peng Cheng still didn't say anything. He walked towards the station, less than two meters behind, followed Beibei, who was like a stranger and zombie. Before the car arrived, the two stopped when they arrived at the station. Peng Cheng stopped at the distance of two meters, and Beibei also stopped. Seeing that the girl was not coming, the young man walked over. He grabbed Beibei's hand and held it hard, standing like a general, with his waist straight as before, and he didn't speak.

The car came so slowly. As if he had given a chance, Beibei suddenly said, "Husband, can I ask a question?"

Finally, he came, but wanted to hide but couldn't. When Peng Cheng heard Beibei say this, his head buzzed, and he tightly pinched his brows: "Say."

The sound of the ground was so shocked that Beibei looked up at him. The sadness was far from the rationality of killing her. Isn't this going crazy? Seeing his appearance, she suddenly became a little scared. Then she watched him take a deep breath, full of impatientness.

"Say it!"

The girl's body shook, and his scolding was really scary.

"Why do you have to borrow it for you after you win the money? Why didn't you help me pay off my debts when you have money?" Beibei was really unable to control herself. The more she said, the more tears filled her eyes. I don't know if she was more aggrieved or more afraid. She really wanted to say that I was treating you like this, why can you ignore me? Why?

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Peng Cheng looked up at her in horror. She said everything he expected, but he still seemed shocked. Even the subtext Peng Cheng couldn't understand. Perhaps what men were most annoying was the things that had happened before. His guilt towards Beibei suddenly turned into her annoyance to breaking the old accounts. He said that he didn't understand anything and asked what he was talking about. Peng Cheng let out a long sigh, it was like an aunt, who always came to come, but he couldn't say it so bluntly.

"Wife, is that little money enough for you to pay off your debt?" The young man turned around in pain, stomped his feet on the ground, stomped his legs so hard that his legs hurt, and then roared angrily: "You said?"

"But at least I can't borrow this ten thousand." It's always unbearable. Beibei's eyes blinked and tears fell down. It suddenly became clear before her. He looked at Peng Cheng's tight eyebrows, his hatred eyes, the hideous scars on his mouth, the fist he clenched tightly, he hated her.

"Can you stop crying?"
Chapter completed!