"Wife, then I can do this job!" His voice trembled with excitement.

Internet cafes are not like those waiters in hotels. They make too little money. No boy of seventeen or eighteen would waste his youth to do such work. Most of the people who do this are half-girls in their thirties and have no achievements, and their faces are a little embarrassed. Peng Chengshui Dangdang's eyes are still so transparent, like a son of a cat's glass ball, which is very black and clear, so clear that Bebe can even clearly see eight big words: "It's okay to make money, just let it play."

Looking at the man who was already full of energy in an instant, she was confused, but what could that happen? Life was always too late to think about it, Beibei nodded, very glad that at least he agreed. She felt that this was another chance for God to give her and Peng Cheng, and another chance for her to take a breath. It was simply rare, but she forgot that she changed the soup but did not change the medicine. Whether it was adding milk or adding pepper, was he still Peng Cheng? That was not an ordinary person, he was a restless guy, a restless guy who was good at present.

"Then I'll go! Just go! What else are you thinking about? How to go?" Peng Cheng was anxious like a child who saw the toys he liked in the store window, so Beibei had some doubts, but she didn't have time to think about it.

She gave Peng Cheng all the phone numbers found on the Internet and asked him to call him to ask. In order to make the success rate higher, she copied almost all the numbers, but Peng Cheng only called one. You know, he always had a way to hit it off with one blow. After hitting it off with the boss, they made an appointment to meet the next day to talk about the details of the work.

——

I really thought this was the beginning of a better life, which was a big mistake. I remember when I was in college, a ill-hearted tutor once said loudly in the large classroom of the stairs that everyone had to change their jobs twenty-seven times in their life to be truly satisfied, and twenty-seven times are indispensable. Perhaps this statement is a bit extreme, but I have to admit that people who change their environment frequently are always more likely to feel fulfilled and more likely to encounter fresh love affairs than those who have been in a downturn or not.

If you bloom butterflies will come. But when you can really bloom, you will also bloom in a garden full of butterflies. Beibei will always bloom in a bush with butterflies everywhere, but Peng Cheng can always find beautiful gardens with flowers everywhere without butterflies. This guy is so rampant that he really let me travel.

Three days later, Peng Cheng started working.

For some people in this world, any form of new beginnings saved his life. Perhaps that is really not a survivor, but should something be left behind after a bad experience? Unfortunately, no. This group of people are too forgetful, and any ups and downs will be diluted by the pleasure that is similar to the survivor of the disaster, which is called looking forward.

Once he started again, he felt that all the struggles, even the dying struggles, were no longer profound, because now it was a brand new game, and as for the past, it should be forgotten forever like his ex-girlfriend.

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It was a very small Internet cafe. On weekdays, only the boss and his beautiful girlfriend were on duty as much as possible. I couldn't stand it anymore. The boss's aunt would come from all over the place to help. The first time Beibei went to that Internet cafe to see him was half a month after Peng Cheng worked there. On a slope at a fork in the road, there was a store standing on the middle of a six-story old-fashioned building built in the 1980s, Haiyi Net Garden.

This name is simply rustic. It looks like a low-end bar that was renovated on the first floor in the 1990s. Its door is as dark as the door, black plaque, and almost unopened. However, its location is excellent, close to two primary schools, and it is definitely accessible in ten minutes. There is also a hospital between the two schools, the only Grade A hospital in the city. Whether it is a fallen teenager or a lonely relative who is accompanying the bed, it is the closest Internet cafe.

Peng Cheng was basically out of money, so he insisted that Beibei come over to see him. He didn't let Beibei come with him on the day of looking for a job, and he just happened to be on duty. He refused deliberately. Maybe he didn't think so much in his heart, so he just didn't want to be with Beibei.

It is hard to explain why. Peng * was unwilling to be with Beibei, but he has not started to dislike her. Maybe the unhappiness between the two people was too long, and the deep love could not be connected in the long-term unhappiness, so he now likes to be alone.

The boss made a decision very quickly. He immediately booked it and went to work at the end of the month, but Peng Cheng proposed to come to work the next day, saying that there was no need to wait for a few more days. It was very troublesome to calculate the salary, but Peng Cheng was very persistent and did not want to make more money. He always played games and did not spend money, so the boss agreed.

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After a few steps, there was the fiberglass gate of the Internet cafe. There were a few hedges planted in the flower trough next to it. The autumn wind swept, and it was no longer as lush as summer, and the curled edges fell off. Beibei quietly pushed open the door, but it didn't feel warm yet. On the right side of the door was the bathroom, which was very unique, but I couldn't tell at first glance.

She looked into the other fiberglass door on the right and did not walk rashly into the house. Under the dim light, there was no more that could be seen. The machines in the first two rows could still be identified. There was no Peng Cheng there. Looking back, there was a dark color. Beibei took out his cell phone and looked for it. She was about to call him to find him. Peng Cheng pushed open the glass door open, and a smell of sweat wrapped in the heat and came mercilessly. Beibei raised his head.

“It’s not too big here.”

Peng Cheng grabbed the girl's hand and walked in. There were less than ten seats on the sand chair on the front row. Looking deeper, there were only six rows. The young man pressed her on a position in the second row. The seat was very comfortable. He pressed the back of the chair behind her downwards, and the girl lay down.

"Oh! It's very exciting."

As soon as he let go, the chair bounced back. The computer in front of the girl was lit up. Peng Cheng also sat down and smiled proudly. It was a large display screen, much larger than Ankangli's display screen, and looked a little taller...

Peng Cheng seemed to remember something suddenly. He went to the bar to get a bottle of water, put it on the computer desk in front of Beibei, and pointed to the bar: "Wife, this is the boss's aunt. Just call him aunt, I also call him that too."

Beibei stood up politely, smiled at the aunt in a regular manner, and then saw that the aunt hurriedly said, "It's okay, sit down and drink water!" The aunt was very enthusiastic, and took some small packages of snacks out of the bar and handed them to Peng Cheng. She said it was so good, and sat down with a smile.

"There are less than fifty machines in total." Peng Cheng said to Beibei's ear.

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In the dark room, I couldn't see too much, so Beibei was curious about what was going on. The shade cloth was too tight, making the room even smaller. The middle hall was only about 60 square meters, with two large pillars poking, and the columns were like a circle of small lights dotted around it, which was the only lighting in the small Internet cafe. There were only five rooms in the private room and the room where the miscellaneous items were placed. It was regular and regular, simple and simple.

It happened that Peng Cheng's game died. He finally emptied it and said to Beibei's ear: "Wife, if my aunt asks you later, I'll say we're married and there's a three-year-old child, a boy."

"Why are you saying that!"

"Then what I said! We are all so old and we are not married yet. Don't we think I am your mistress? It's okay, they don't know you anyway, so what are you afraid of?" Peng Cheng disagreed.

"But we are not."

Beibei muttered in a low voice and lowered her head, feeling uncomfortable. Peng Cheng glanced at her sideways, but he didn't want to take this into consideration, so he buried his head and started another game, and went with a netizen in the back row. The two of them shouted how to advance. After a while, it was thought that Peng Cheng's ignorance finally made Beibei understand. It might be that this ignorance had been too long, so she forgot about her discomfort. Then she said, "There are not many people!"

"It's okay, no one plays, and it's not very busy. My wife, look at me and plays. They all say I look like this guy, look." Peng Cheng pointed to the computer screen, and Beibei also leaned closer.

"who?"

"Just him."

"?"

"Um!"
Chapter completed!