Brother Song turned around and opened the door, and he struggled very hard. A gust of cold wind blew in and rushed over from the dark night outside the door. Peng Cheng's clothes were soaked in sweat, and he felt a little cool. There were small snowflakes floating outside, and they also wrapped them in, falling on the ground like rain. He knew that Brother Song was checking the address on his ID card. The young man insisted on not talking anymore. No matter what Brother Hei asked, he tilted his head and didn't hear it. After a while, Brother Song came back again, and this hand seemed less relaxed. The fragments on his face stood out in his original position. He nodded to Brother Hei who was waiting for news with a crooked neck and sat on the bench next to him.

"Then you don't have relatives!" Brother Hei continued to ask him weakly. He seemed at a loss, as if he was feeling sad after struggling dying. He glanced at the eaves: "I tell you Peng, our boss is doing such a big deal. Now, you, Brother Song and you, know that he will definitely not let you go. Do you know?, do you have any relatives? Don't you give back two girlfriends? What do you ask them?" Brother Hei kept talking intermittently. When he talked about the two girlfriends, he suddenly became energetic. He suddenly shook his hand and patted Peng Cheng's outside of his thigh.

I don’t know who I remembered, Peng Cheng suddenly shook his head after thinking for a moment, and he said, “My girlfriend can’t do it, she doesn’t.”

"I said brother, I want to help you. Think about it quickly. I won't tell the boss, if you fill in the money, we will go over, and do whatever we should do. Isn't it good? Why did you let him deal with you? What about your wife? She doesn't want to be with you? Just watch them beat you to death!" Brother Hei tightened his brows and said in such a serious manner. Finally, he nodded vigorously, as if his comrades had entrusted his comrades before leaving.

"My wife can't do it." Peng Cheng said without hesitation.

"Brother! We can't be in the hands of the boss! If it's not good, I'll go out to help you. Go and ask your wife. You give me the money before today. I won't pay the bill in the morning. You go back and think of a solution with your wife. I'll have nothing to do when we come back, and I won't tell the boss. I'll just pull it off, okay?"

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"Let's go! Go on the stage." Brother Hei took a square step, probably explaining his mistakes. He pinched a cigarette in his hand and looked at Peng Cheng. In the gap leaking from the lower edge of his eyelids, he slapped the cigarette in his palm twice, holding it in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something...

"Let's go!"

Beibei suddenly stood up, and Brother Hei seemed very surprised. He looked her up and down for a long time, and his eyes were facing him. Beibei did not retreat. The old guy's tongue licked his cheeks in his mouth, and made a tough guy-like bag on his face. He turned around and went out first.

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This time it was changed to the mysterious room with the anti-theft door that Peng Cheng paid the account every day. He came in through the black painted door and walked down the stairs, which felt very oppressive. As soon as the two came in, Hei Ge closed the anti-theft door again and closed the person looking outside. The room was leaning against a computer on the left wall. A chubby boy was urging. Most of his body was covered with skin, his mouth, eyes and nose were all small and compact, like sesame seeds stained on the candy steamed buns, which were optional. The fat boy had a round body and round shoulders. At first glance, there was a dumpling on the Sixi Ball, which was closely connected. He looked back at Beibei curiously, and then picked up his shoulders and smiled, as if others were fools.

After a while, someone opened the security door again. With a click, Beibei turned her head suddenly. It was a woman over fifty years old. She was wearing a messy and noble skirt. She raised her head slightly, smearing her heavier eyelids hard, and her eyes quickly swept over Beibei's face, as if there was no one else in the room.

Peng Cheng hurriedly stood up and called him. He called the woman an aunt, but the aunt obviously didn't like him. The old woman didn't say anything or even talked, and didn't even say anything. She looked deaf, as if Peng Cheng was a guy in another time and space. She just took off her coat, hung it on the hanger, and then the scarf. Finally, she finished hanging it. She started to work back and forth to clean the table, but it didn't take it for a long time.

"Auntie, let's talk! Don't be busy with where you are."

Long after that, Beibei felt that that day was the only way to solve this problem. She couldn't understand why the aunt had to hang clothes for a long time and wipe the table with a rag. The aunt was waiting for Beibei to beg her, like the family members of all such people, and came to beg her in a low voice, and rushed to the middle and kneel up and down, but everything seemed to be unexpected.

"What's the point of talking about? The money must be given." My aunt seemed to have to mention this style, so she threw it over with confidence, making a loud noise, but she still didn't put down the rag in her hand.

"Auntie, please sit for a while. We can't speak well if you wander around like this."

Beibei did not refute her immediately, but she did not soften her aunt's aura. She just wanted to talk to her, hoping that no one would pretend to be too ruthless. But her gentle tone seemed to have misunderstood by my aunt. The old woman had just gained strength in her tough tone, and now she became more and more extraordinary.

"I don't want to tell you, there is nothing to say about this, it's natural to pay back the debt. I haven't told my son-in-law yet, and I don't plan to tell him that it will be a big deal if he saves him from being angry, but money cannot be reduced. You must fill it in for me." The aunt cheered up and said, "After that she was a woman who had seen this scene, with her swaying stick, her eyes were higher than the top, and she raised her neck, and she yelled louder.

"Auntie, please keep your voice down."

After hearing what Beibei said, my aunt seemed to be unable to perform. She picked up the rag again, turned around and continued to wipe the table: "Anyway, I have to give it to me, and I can't lose a penny."

"Auntie, then I'm not polite to say that. I'll definitely have no money and can't give it to you." I couldn't stop my aunt, so Beibei stopped stopping her. She stared at her busy figure intently and said word by word.

"Then what are you doing here?" As if she had found Beibei's logical loophole, her aunt suddenly stopped, as if she was the unique neuroticism of the sketch actor. She asked with a smile.

"What do I have to do? I just ran away. Why am I here to do?" Beibei was impatient and derogatory without any trace of his speech.

"Run, where do you want to run?" This was basically the first time my aunt looked at Beibei. She might have been used to raising her head, but the angle was natural. Instead, she held her brows hard, and her head was thick and thick.

"Didn't I run away? My aunt is reasonable and can speak!"
Chapter completed!