Ankang Internet Cafe is probably Peng Cheng's escapist from reality. He can huddle in it, think about nothing, do nothing, except play games. He always says to Beibei: "Wife, let me play for a while, just let me play enough, I just haven't played enough!" Beibei dared not refute those words. He used to say this to cat machines, and she really wanted to scold him.

Peng Cheng stayed in the Internet cafe almost every day with a undressed face. He was so tormented that his forehead was covered with oil, which made him look like a smoker. He still liked to eat the fried rice next door. It was really a strong small restaurant. After so long, he was still stir-fried fried rice, and he was still the fat boss. The taste of men is probably the same. There is no egg in a big bowl of rice, but Peng Chengfei said that there is the egg smell and he never gets tired of eating it.

Beibei comforted herself in the fear of waiting. She waited for Peng Cheng to have enough fun, she had been fighting hard, and was tired of fighting, waiting for him to walk out of the Internet cafe by himself. However, looking at his furious appearance, it seemed endless.

She began to want to run away. The small restaurant that had only been open for a few months really gave her too much time to breathe. She paid back a lot of money and didn't have to borrow it all day long. Unfortunately, no one expected that Peng Cheng would come back so soon, and perhaps it wasn't unexpected. After all, the cruel truth always makes people not want to face it. The unsolid balance in Beibei's pocket was getting smaller and smaller, and the reduction made her frightened. She hadn't paid back almost a penny this month, and it seemed that it was not enough.

Peng Cheng still played games without restraint. He played the game well. League of Legends, he made good use of the Sword Saint. Whenever he started, people from the entire Internet cafe would come to see him. If there was no Sword Saint, most of them would choose Sword Saint. He liked the assassin's lightning speed and showed off his skills in front of everyone, which seemed to make him more excited.

"Wife, how much money do we have?" You know, he always looks proud.

"Not less than three hundred."

"ah?"

It's like this again. As long as you don't work, Peng Cheng will live like this. Beibei sat next to him. He was really struggling, his pants were torn, and his clothes were from a few years ago. Beibei looked sad. Her friends had borrowed it twice, and she could no longer open her mouth.

Peng Cheng only knew how to play games. When he heard it, he just said nothing. He didn't think about how he would live when he had no money at the end of the month. He would just call and shout that he was hungry, but never ask about the money he spent in the Internet cafe. What if he wanted her if he was hungry?

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"Wife, get me some food, I'm hungry." This is what Peng Cheng said every time, and it is basically the first thing he said when he saw Beibei. Hu San drank four, surrounded by a bunch of admirers with oily faces, his words were like commands.

Beibei turned around and went to the stall next door to order fried rice for Peng Cheng. That day, the elder brother next door personally delivered the meal. It was just that time that Peng Cheng's game was not over. He had to finish playing the game before he could enjoy fried rice. It happened that time. The elder brother was also a game enthusiast. He knew that Peng Cheng had played well and he would not deliver the meal. He stood behind the young man with a box to help. That hand was not won, but Peng Cheng could still kill him. In the end, the rice was cold.

He was too thin and had a bad appetite. He always didn't eat and made him hungry, but he couldn't eat anything. That day he had half left, and he always had half left.

"I won't eat anymore, my wife, you throw it away!" he said, staring at his innocent big eyes, as if he was talking about something irrelevant, but this time he angered Beibei.

"Peng Cheng, why don't you finish the order? You just took a few bites and threw away the rest?" Beibei asked him incredibly. She looked at the fried egg rice with half of the remaining eggs and fucked the eggs. She took the hard-earned money she earned and had to borrow some extra every month, which was all on this man. He actually played games with the money he got like this. It's not okay to have a meal or a white rice. It's fine to fuck the eggs, but it's fine if he can't eat it, but he doesn't even have a little bit of a pity, so he let himself pour it out and fuck the eggs.

Peng Cheng frowned and looked at her, and suddenly changed his face. He knew that the problem was serious and the game that had started was unstoppable. He was anxious. He said impatiently: "Wife, why are you doing this? Oh, I really can't eat it anymore, so don't fall over, just let it go!" With just this slap, the damn person was not dead. The young man cursed and Beibei was shocked.

This must not be a bullshit love. At this moment, the girl was extremely sure of this. She stared at Peng Cheng's strange face, and sweat oozed out of her back. He was afraid that he would be angry soon. She could figure out that the game was not just a game for him. Beibei shouldn't have angered him. She knew she couldn't handle it, but at that moment, she chose the worst way to open it.

"Then you do whatever you want, then I'll leave."

"You are sucked, you are sucked, look at you, don't, oh, I'll fuck." Peng Cheng took the time to turn around and stop Beibei. He freed up his left hand and grabbed the girl's clothes, but what really made Beibei stop was still him saying oh, I'll fuck.

"Don't let my wife, don't make trouble, why are you leaving! Look at me, look at me and see how I'm playing this."

Looking at each other, Peng Cheng's brows were repeated and frowned easily. The two of them had been confronting each other for a long time, and Beibei sat down obediently again. She didn't want to quarrel with Peng Cheng in the Internet cafe, nor did she want to hear Peng Cheng shouting to herself in the Internet cafe, or she went out to shout loudly. She didn't want to do this. She let out a light breath, as if she was really tired.

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Beibei was lucky. Peng Cheng was very good that day. He was indeed a game expert, but there were times when he couldn't play well. This bad luck would accompany him for a long time. As long as he lost the game, he would lose the bet in the dark field and would never admit it. So he would start the next game until he won.

But fortunately, he won, and the winning was very light.

"Then I'll leave, it's very late."

"Okay, then you go! That husband won't give you away." Peng Cheng seemed to have forgotten the previous quarrels and no longer became angry.

"No, you never give it to me!" Beibei felt a little lonely in her heart. She was so scared that she wanted to run away, but Peng Cheng's inattention at this moment still made her feel so sad.

"Tsk, then I'll give it to you!" Peng Cheng pressed the monitor and walked out.

"No, I don't need you to send it." Beibei walked in front, pretending to give in. Peng Cheng ran two steps and took her hand: "Wife, please leave me some money!"

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This is how the turn of life is, neither awkward nor embarrassing, and subtly. Beibei touched the little money in her pocket, and was afraid she would not even get a hundred: "How much do you want?"

"I spent ten yuan in a wallet with an Internet cafe yesterday, bought a box of cigarettes later, and tonight, and to leave me forty during the day tomorrow!" Peng Cheng counted carefully where every penny was spent to prove that he didn't ask for more money. Forty is indeed not much, and the whole country cannot do anything big. For rich people, it is probably not much forty.

Beibei took out money from her pocket. The messy paper money could be more than 100 yuan in her salary card. This is all her money. Anyway, she would have to borrow it sooner or later. I just borrow some for him.

"We only have that little money left?" Peng Cheng asked in surprise as he looked at the few wrinkled and cold bills in Beibei's hand.

"Yeah!" Beibei responded, counting forty, and there was still some left. She put the rest into her bag, stuffed the forty in her hand to Peng Cheng, watching his thin white fingers tentatively taking the money.

Both of them stared at the money. It was only forty, and the fragmented forty was far less easy than a fifty note. Peng Cheng gently twisted the wrinkled bills, took out ten dollars, and stuffed them back into Beibei's hand.

"Then I want thirty! I'll give you this ten dollars."

"No, you keep it! It's definitely not enough by the end of the month, I'll think of a solution." Beibei really doesn't want this money, and Peng Cheng's humility has not made her much better. She knew that if she keeps these ten yuan, Peng Cheng would play with the Internet cafe tomorrow on credit, and it would be the same as holding it on his back, and it would be the same.

"Wife, then I won't ask you for money tomorrow. I'll find a way myself, you don't have to worry about me." Peng Cheng lifted up his clothes and put the money in his arms. He seemed to be a little happy. He said this like a sacrifice he had made, but the girl was even more unhappy.
Chapter completed!