When he came back, Brother Su took two hundred yuan to Peng Cheng. Brother Su didn't say anything, but just stuffed the money into his hand. He seemed to have a spring in his body, and he was confused. Peng Cheng could see that Brother Su was still not good at speaking. The more he was critical, the more he couldn't chat. Besides, he had been talking for so long, and I thought he had said all the things he could say, and the rest was redundant.

The young man took out the money and put it on the ceiling to look at it. The man was put on the upper bunk and his body was loose. He finally calmed down completely. The high spirits burned over, and he was still a little tired after being relieved. It was the excitement of the third brother making money that made Peng Cheng catch the numbness. They were all brothers who had been playing since childhood. The third brother was only two years older than him. When he was a child, he had a little bit of a second-axis and two-axis energy. When he first got married, he didn't even dare to raise his head when he saw someone. Who would have thought that he would be like this now? It felt different from Jack Ma's money. The third brother was a person in his family, and he was just having things around him. How could he not be anxious?

He was still impulsive, impulsive. He rubbed money and thought for a long time, then picked up the phone and dialed Beibei's number: "Wife, are you sleeping?"

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"Not yet." Beibei felt relieved when she heard Peng Cheng just asked if she was sleeping. She seemed to be in lingering fear as soon as she answered the phone. The night was already so deep. The phone call he suddenly called was always very timid. The girl spoke very little, she was also afraid, and she was also lying in the quilt.

"I didn't sleep either!" Peng Cheng turned over, lowered his voice, and spoke in a low voice like Beibei. He smiled. Brother Suo was right. The pressure he put on Beibei was already great enough. If he tried harder, he would probably have to pay it down. What kind of money is important to have a wife.

"Wife, I'll have a meal tomorrow! Don't you like spicy hot pot? Let's eat spicy hot pot!"

"I won't go." Bebe soran refused boredly. She was a little tired, but she didn't dare to show her displeasure.

"You don't have to pay."

"It has nothing to do with money, I'm not in the mood."

"Wife, I know everything. I know that I shouldn't do this, I know..."

"I don't mean that." Beibei interrupted him quickly, for fear that he would say more Qiong Yao's words. She seemed to be getting up, putting on her shoes, and then opened a door, and the door shaft was squeaking.

"Wife, are you going to the balcony? Are you cold?"

"It's okay, it's not cold." Beibeisheng swallowed his saliva and seemed to be ready to start talking well: "I don't want to go out tonight. It's the end of the year. It's too dangerous outside, and there are many bad people."

"Wife, are you afraid of me?"

He... was finally silent when asked, and the air seemed to be mixed with gum. She felt her breathing stagnant and was about to be wrapped in amber.

What to do? She was afraid of him.

She was afraid of him, but she didn't dare to say that. This time it seemed like a difficult button, but she was still blocked. You know, it was the same for Peng Cheng in turn.

"Wife, why are you afraid of me? !" Peng Cheng paused again at the most critical moment: "Tomorrow night! We will meet after get off work, let's eat spicy hot pot, and I want to eat it too."

"I..." Beibei began to hesitate, and the sound of his mouth opening and closing came from the phone: "Look, what are you doing?"

"Wife, come on! Otherwise, I'm afraid you don't want me."

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There is no way to do anything in the world, and I can only say that I am not in desperate situations. Otherwise, I will definitely think of a solution and force it to a dead end, but it will not be established without breaking it.

Beibei finally found a way to let Peng Cheng go to work. Damn, this method is simple and easy to do even annoy her, but it is not novel. She has always wanted to change Peng Cheng, just like all the wars between men and women, women always try to change men, but that is not just difficult, it is absolutely impossible.

Let Peng Cheng go to work, which is comparable to climbing the sky!

For a few days, Beibei really thought that all the work that Peng Cheng had done in the past has now been rejected by him. Without thinking in other places, there would be no opportunity to change. Peng Cheng cleverly persisted and used his slickness that was similar to a slight move. In short, he could never be embarrassed and conspicuous.

He firmly believed that going back to the old path would be embarrassing and conspicuous. He was a man in his 1930s and even went to a group of children of seventeen or eighteen to grab jobs. He couldn't do it. The young man was a little bald now. Although others could not see it, he knew that he looked in the mirror every day, looking at his gradually extending backwards, and the increasingly obvious scars on his mouth, and he was too lazy to even wash his face.

Now he is more eager to be recognized than anyone else, because no one will recognize a person who is born different. Under the secular value system, unless he has money more than everyone, it will be in vain for himself, let alone, he is old enough.

Peng Cheng was extremely eager for Beibei's understanding, and he even told her that he had begun to bald.

"How could that happen?" Beibei rubbed his head hard, and his head twisted, making Peng Cheng very scared. He leaned back and knew that he would never dare to do this. He often looked at his head in the mirror that was so soft that he didn't even dare to wash his head.

"Touch gently." Peng Cheng was displeased.

"I didn't even have a bald head, how could you bald head? It's impossible." Beibei scratched her head awkwardly. She really didn't bald head. Her head grew on her forehead like wormwood and on her neck. It was strong and hard, so fucking much.

"Have you dropped yet? Have you seen it? Beibei, can you think about it carefully, is this the case when I first met?"

He became even more angry, blushing, so he said, "Haha, is that okay?"

She smiled, but she actually smiled, and Peng Cheng was desperate. He finally realized that his girl seemed to be discriminated against. She couldn't cut her body and was hanging on anyone's head. Peng Cheng didn't understand Beibei's annoyance of borrowing money, so naturally Beibei didn't understand Peng Cheng's situation of grinding her face. All she cared about was the tens of thousands of dollars of foreign debt she owed.

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He really can't work, it's a balance. The young man quickly mastered the skills. This can't be cooked and fried Beibei directly, but it's absolutely impossible to borrow money to gamble. Brother Suo is right, that's a ignition point. As long as he doesn't touch it, Beibei will be a frog heated in cold water, ripening thoroughly, but this is just a delaying strategy after all. He wants to be with Beibei forever, which is not possible.
Chapter completed!