When she left the door, Beibei walked home with her steps. Her performance seemed to be not over yet. She was immersed in the breath of the character, and she was holding Lao Bao's twisted rhythm along the way, and she always refused to relax. As she walked, she thought that Peng Cheng's aunt was afraid that there would be some tricks to get her back, but who knew that she would go home first, and if there were any other tricks to pick up Peng Cheng there.

Yes! It's all over to deal with Peng Cheng. Thinking of this, Beibei was almost sure that there would be a new song. She began to worry, but she was not worried about the old woman using any ruthless methods to deal with Peng Cheng. It was all fake. She didn't believe that there was any gangster now. The aunt said so ruthlessly, probably just to bluff and stand in line and shout, all of which were just to say it was a pleasure.

She finally felt a little relieved. She knew Peng Cheng. If she just gestured with her mouth, he would say anything like anyone else. But what if the old guy was forced to slap him twice? It would probably be useless to be able to speak at that time. The girl's vague worry suddenly became burnt again. She turned around and looked at the whereabouts behind her, pinched her eyebrows on her worried face and brows easily noticed.

Peng Cheng is no better than others. After all, he is a little weaker.

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She started calling to borrow money, and first called Jingmei.

"Babe, I don't have money now."

Jingmei was probably embarrassed and spoke hesitantly. Then she called another classmate. A classmate who had not been in contact for many years and said she wanted to use money. Fortunately, she finally borrowed two thousand yuan. She wanted to tell Peng Cheng first, but she felt that it seemed not good, so she took a taxi to her classmate's house to withdraw money. Before she got the money, Peng Cheng's phone number came indeed.

"My wife, my aunt asked my elder brother to tell me that he said I would take less and take as much as I could. This is all that."

"I won't give it any more. Let the old lady die." Before Peng Cheng finished speaking, Beibei exploded. She couldn't tolerate being threatened. The worries just now were thrown away.

"Wife, don't do this, they will do it." Peng Cheng whispered, choking the phone, and could hear how embarrassed he was. Perhaps there were people around him, so he stopped saying this after saying this.

"Let them do it, what era has it been? Do you think it was ten years ago? You let them move me and see?" The girl shouted more and more: "Cheng Cheng, ask them, ask what Brother Hei and White are, ask him if he dares to remove your legs, and see if anyone arrests him? Damn, he broke you, can your boss go to jail for him?"

"Wife, that's not possible. Then they hit me and let me stand up!" This is the stroke of the gods. Peng Cheng could hear despair and sadness. In the end, it is a matter of eating and having to be useful.

"Cheng Cheng, they dare not hit you, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay, stop talking, then I'll hold on, I understand."

Before Beibei could speak, Peng Cheng hung up his phone first, and a snap sound. The girl's heart was suddenly panicked. Love can always make people fascinated. If it was a place where she was caught? She firmly believed that Peng Cheng would definitely save her. She finally lost her calm judgment, picked up the phone and called again, and no one answered the answer.

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Ten minutes later, Peng Cheng was still there, and he called again. Beibei was pinching the two thousand he had just received from his classmate and was on the way to the scrap purchase station.

"Wife, they've taken action, you know my face." He didn't continue. He had finished speaking. They both knew that this was all his lines, and then Peng Cheng was silent.

"I'm taking a taxi, you're waiting for me." Of course she knew that there would definitely be something like slapping two times, although they could only slap two times. It would be fine if someone else had it, but Peng Cheng's face could not stand it.

"Wife, brother told me, I'll just take some more." The young man was a little anxious, so he seemed to be heartfelt and comforting, his voice was very small, but he spoke very quickly, and then he repeated it again.

"How much does that take?" Beibei was a little panicked. She only had two thousand chips in her hand.

"Three thousand."

"No, I only have two thousand in my hand. Do you ask her if she can?"

"Okay." Peng Cheng took a deep breath and responded without thinking. He said, "Thank you, your wife."

"Tell me, let her wait for me. If she dares to touch you again, just let her garbage dump move quickly."

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My aunt was no longer willing to see Beibei, so Peng Cheng went to pay the money alone. About half an hour later, he walked out from behind the scrap purchase station, and his left face was blue near his temple. The young man's skin was too white, and this piece of blue became more obvious, and his face seemed a little swollen.

Beibei reached out and touched her, tears slid down her cheeks: "I'd better give them money." She said, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

Peng Cheng laughed: "It wouldn't be so much money if I gave it to you earlier. I won't blame you. Actually, it would be great if I had run away early."

He reached out to hold the girl's arm, and the two walked forward shoulder to shoulder. On winter nights, the moonlight was rarely so soft, and it looked like it was in the daytime, everywhere was bright. After the weather was cold, there were fewer people on the street, especially this path that few people usually walked. Peng Cheng pushed his bicycle, but he hadn't been home for several days, and he didn't ride much. Both of them were silently thinking about their worries, and the sound of the chain could not disturb them.

"Wife, I'm hungry, let's have something to eat!" Peng Cheng suddenly said this, then took out three hundred and fifty dollars from his pocket and handed it to Beibei: "Wife, I didn't give them all, so I gave it 1,600 yuan, bought two boxes of cigarettes for the elder brother, and the money was left." He paused for a moment, bent his fingers gently, and pinched the money even more wrinkled: "Do we have only this money?"

"Yeah!" Beibei nodded vigorously, and her eyes became even more blurred. Where did her touch come from, it was puzzling. Peng Cheng reached out to wipe her tears, but she avoided it. She took the boy's arm and felt that he was still tilting his head to look at him. Then he walked forward stubbornly: "Husband, you are so sharp, you have so many wise people? How can you keep some? Then let's eat some good food! Just give it to them as the money."

"Okay, my wife, we spend 2,000 yuan. I will never play this again in your husband. I was very satisfied yesterday. Working for a night is just a fun!" As he said, Peng Cheng glanced at the farthest front, in the thicker darkness, but he seemed to have seen through something. He trembled proudly: "This thing is really a lie, no one can win. I took a key and didn't work all night. Who do you think can work well?" As he said, Peng Cheng walked faster and faster, and his steps were followed step by step, as if he was about to get rid of everything, and then he ran.

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"When I go find a job tomorrow, we will pay back the money together and start again."

The young man's eyes always looked like shining stars. He stopped, supported the handlebars and gasped. Then he laughed, and the corners of his eyes became greener. Beibei reached out and touched it again. The place seemed to be burning and hot. His fingers passed by, Peng Cheng's narrow eyes closed gently, and his eyelashes were bent on his cheeks, and he didn't know why it trembled gently.
Chapter completed!