That was about a month after Peng Cheng sighed that League of Legends was too difficult. Suddenly one day, he called and said he was in the county town and came two days ago. He said, "Wife, I'll go back now. Get some money for me! You lend me 20,000 yuan, and I want to work with my brother."

"What brother are you? What are your brothers doing?" As soon as he heard about money, Beibei felt that his long barbs were covered in flesh and was locked in his flesh, forgetting everything.

"My third brother, my third brother is playing mahjong here now. I plan to play with them, play Lingzi and win money."

This is the last straw, the last. What is the saying? If you want to give it something, you must first. Peng Cheng's life is always rising. Beibei finally indulged him, and she could not bear it anymore. She suddenly felt a hard and hard feeling like a stick in her throat. She didn't have time to think too much and blurted out: "Peng Cheng, go! Don't let me see you, I've had enough of it."

Peng Cheng tskated: "Wen Beibei, why are you doing this?" His voice became hard and rough, without any coaxing, or Beibei could not show any cowardice, so he suddenly raised the tone again: "What do you want?"

Anger was indeed the most useful. Beibei still overestimated herself. She opened her mouth for two seconds and calmed down again: "Chengcheng, where did you ask me to get you money?"

"My wife, my brother can make a lot of money by doing this. He is getting bigger and bigger now, and he has bought a house here."

"But, how do you get the money?"

This is really the key to the problem, and Peng Cheng was speechless when asked. At this moment, Beibei felt a slightly better situation, and she repeated the question twice. "The key is that the money cannot be obtained and you can't borrow anywhere."

"What do you think of? I don't want to be a waiter anymore, do you understand?"

OK! It doesn’t make sense to go straight in one shot. Peng Cheng hung up the phone hard. Beibei squatted on the side of the road with his head and gasped. Two minutes later, he called again: "Wen Beibei, don’t you want me to be good? Look, I can make you feel good, I can make your family calm, fuck!"

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On the bus back, Peng Cheng was so angry that his nose was full of emotions. He felt tears flowing in his eyes. The third brother had already agreed that it was just that the difference was just that little money, just that little money, fuck it.

Following the third brother these two days, seeing that the third brother makes money every day, women have short knowledge, so they look at the little money in their hands to compete, compete, and fuck.

Peng Cheng fiddled with the phone in his hand. He knew that he always had a way to deal with Beibei. He must not miss this opportunity to make money. It was still a long drive away. The young man curled up angrily and fell asleep.

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"Brother Suo." Beibei took the initiative to call Brother Suo for the first time, but she had hardly said anything to Brother Suo. Since she met Brother Suo, she came to see him, but she always rarely spoke.

"Are you?" Brother Suo was even more unrighteous to speak. He rarely spoke. The room was filled with Peng Cheng and his sister-in-law. Later, even his sister-in-law didn't speak, and Peng Cheng was the only one left, and there were always endless jokes.

"I'm Wen Beibei."

"Ah! Beibei!" Brother Suo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Why did your brother and sister call?"

"Brother Suo, Peng Cheng said he wanted to come back. Can you stop letting him come back?"

——

So Brother Su helped, and no one knew what he had done. In a few minutes, Peng Cheng called and said that Brother Su asked him to go back, and he had to go back first. Two days later, Peng Cheng came back again. That day, he called Beibei very late.

"My wife, I'm back."

"Why are you back?"

"Brother Suo told me that you asked him to call me back."

"oh."

"What can I do if he doesn't? What can I do if I don't come back?"

"I can't lend you money to gamble."

"I know, I won't lend it anymore. I'm working. You can find me a job!"

"Well, you can find it yourself!"

"You find it for me, I won't."

"Forget it! I don't believe you can work."

"You believe it! It's true, or you'll run away."

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Peng Cheng is back again. He is familiar with the small place for 15 months and finds it back with his eyes closed. Xiaojie is still sleeping in the original lower bunk, and the bedding of the big peony flowers. However, this time he has an extra beautiful watch on his hand. The white steel chain is black, the dial is particularly fine, the small pattern and the small pattern, Xiaojie said it was given to him by his girlfriend, which costs about 30,000 yuan!

"Did your girlfriend reach menopause?"

Peng Cheng was shirtless, and his lean back had beautiful muscle lines. In fact, he couldn't tell what kind of muscle it was. His skin was delicate and white, and his waist was stretched smoothly. He lowered his head and leaned under the bed and asked in a muffled voice, making Xiaojie no longer care about it.

In the emotional world of men, the probability of choosing is much smaller than that of women! Because they seem to only recognize women younger than themselves. As for older women, they need some purpose when dating. The girlfriend of Xiajie is really like a mother, driving a blue car to see him downstairs off.

"I haven't asked this yet." Xiaojie said naturally, as if everything should be like this. He never avoids talking about his girlfriend to others, and even if he accidentally runs into her, he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. Sometimes he will talk about her with others, saying how well she is when she sees him. That old woman is the most important person in Xiaojie's life. Her food, clothing and expenses are from others. How can she not even agree with her?

Peng Cheng pulled out the box under the bed. The two big leather boxes were his belongings. The last time he left, he didn't take anything away. The last time he went to the county town, he had been pressing and not moving. When he came back, he was too lazy to open it. If Brother Suo hadn't asked him to go back and talk, he probably wouldn't have moved the box. The key was that there was no place to take it. The box was covered with dust. As soon as he pulled it out, the dust rolled up Lao Gao. Peng Cheng found a rag, rubbed the box, opened it, flipped through the clothes, and stuffed the box back.

"When will the landlord come back?"

"I don't know, you can live first!" Xiaojie slapped the peony quilt twice, then slapped her newly bought Apple phone, and the newly released 5s: "Can you stop making trouble with your box, it's all gray."

"Brother, don't worry, you're white, it's okay." Peng Cheng said this on purpose. That was almost Xiaojie's only flaw. He is indeed beautiful, and he looks good everywhere, but he is not white.

"Fuck." Xiao Jie swears, freeing up a hand to pat Peng Cheng.
Chapter completed!