The bus was crowded, and there were too many people huddled together. Beibei stood at the door close to Peng Cheng, his arms pressing against her heart. Peng Cheng pretended that he didn't care too much. He looked like a monkey about to escape, raised his lips, and a cunning golden light flashed in his eyes. He asked her naughtyly: "You've gotten up too."

"Because you are here!"

Beibei stared at him, and his outspoken love words made him feel embarrassed. The young man's intriguing smile and his unreliable sadness were like a weapon of murder that exposed Beibei's heart. What she wanted was this man. No matter how good or considerate others were, they were not him. She couldn't stand him and didn't care about herself.

"Why don't you talk to me?"

"I'm talking?" Peng Cheng snorted and laughed. "What did I say? What would I say to you? That man is so nice, stupid." He said sarcastically, but it sounded like a joke. At that moment, Beibei felt that everything was terrible. He didn't understand her, and she didn't even want to understand him.

"I don't like him when my mother introduced me to her boyfriend." Beibei reached out to Lapeng Cheng's arm, as if he was about to escape if he didn't do this. She felt that he wanted to dodge at first, as if he was worried about being seen. He glanced at the side, then held her hand hard and clenched it hard.

"Then who do you like?" Peng Chengnian stared at Beibei's face and felt a little angry. He asked her so seriously, but it was a pity that he could not see any hope. It seemed that the result was not important to him.

People always don’t cherish what they have, but they are reluctant to leave their losses. “I like you.”

"Hmph, then what's going on with him?" Peng Cheng threw back with bright eyes and questioned Beibei, with ridicule in his words, but it was obviously unquestionable.

How could she reach such a field? The girl smiled bitterly, her eyes were wet and didn't know why. She gently climbed on Peng Cheng's arm and let go of her unnecessary dignity: "Why don't you call me?"

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There were more and more people in the car. Once again, a large group of people rushed up. Peng Cheng's body was surrounded by crowds and rushed forward. It was just right, and he didn't need to answer immediately.

Peng Cheng arrived one more stop, and he pushed Beibei to urge her: "Get out, get out of the car." The two of them fled out in a hurry, and Peng Cheng pulled Beibei toward another road: "Wife, I won't be able to hurry up. You go home first, I'll give you a try?"

"No." Beibei refused to leave again: "Why are you going here?"

"Oh! I don't want to give you a gift?" Peng Cheng also stopped. He seemed absent-minded, his eyes turned around, and the two of them stood face to face. Then he said, "Wife, don't take it to heart. I know that mom is worried and you went out with him. I understand, it's okay, it's because I'm incompetent. Go back! I can't be angry, are you still going to bed with me?"

"But me, but." Beibei wanted to say something, but she didn't know what she wanted him to understand, so where did she start.

"It's okay, Beibei, when you go back, I'll call you. Don't go to the Internet cafe with me. Our boss is not happy."

"But..." Before Beibei gave up, she was tightly held in her arms by Peng Cheng. He held her face up with a sense of ritual. While she was not talking, she pecked her lips hard.

"Um!"

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It's been a bit old, how accurate?

Peng Cheng hasn't been home for half a month. The two steamed and cooked delicious foods are rotten and have grown hair and smelly. Why did he go home like this once and see Bebe when he takes a car? Peng Cheng felt a little uncomfortable, but that was really not too uncomfortable. As long as he couldn't see her, he felt much more comfortable immediately.

He walked tightly towards the Internet cafe. It was too late today. The soft feeling in his heart was lingering. He called Geda Mei first: "I wonder if you are awake?"

“It’s in the Internet cafe!”

Xiangnan always spoke so softly, but he sounded enthusiastic. Peng Cheng's guilt that had been rumbling in his heart suddenly became less intense. He was relaxed all over, as if he was as light as a swallow. He could already see the back wall of the Internet cafe, and his steps became even lighter. The mottled back wall was covered with ferocious moss. He knew that it was just a kiss, but he was still happy uncontrollably. He ran to the Internet cafe's door and enthusiastically opened the white steel glass door.

A warm smell of cigarette came out, and Xiangnan turned his head to look at him with a long shoulder over his shoulder. The moment he saw him, his eyebrows and eyes tightened neatly, and she glared at him. Her head was so straight, as if it had been baked with iron plates of baking heads, but she really didn't. She didn't know how proud Peng Cheng was.

Xiangnan wears as little as usual, with a black cotton-padded jacket and brown snow boots, which are very playful. Under the dim lights of the Internet cafe, there are not so many bumps on her face, just a gentle, smiling woman's face.

"When will you go to work?" Peng Cheng said something to the boss and hurriedly sat next to Xiangnan and asked her, with an expectation on her face.

"Eight o'clock." Xiang Nan tilted his head and looked at Peng Cheng. She had a little bit of a proper simplicity that only a woman from Jiangnan had. She was not bright eyes and white teeth, but she felt comfortable.

Peng Cheng didn't answer, but turned around and went to the bar. He lay on the table and asked the boss, "I'm back at 8 o'clock, can you do it?"

"Old Peng." The boss paused in embarrassment and sat on the chair without moving: "I said no, can you do it? Can you think of the child?"

"No, I have something to do."

"That little thing is so important?" The boss frowned. He looked really confused. His wife was sitting beside him. The woman also tilted her head and looked over with contempt. He rarely spoke in front of her: "Old Peng, your son is only three years old."

Who can still remember that false son? Peng Cheng's head is full of beautiful body. Beibei has gone out with other men, so she cares about her! He can be with Xiang Nan, but Peng Cheng didn't say anything, staring at him, just waiting for him to answer.

The little boss was also embarrassed when he looked at his fearless but never giving in. He shook his head: "Okay, go!"

If he didn't listen to his longing, Peng Cheng turned around and pulled Tutamei to the back door. He couldn't listen to anything now, and Xiangnan had slept a lot, but he had never really released it. The shackles in his heart were Beibei, but today he felt that he could do it. He grabbed Tutamei's arm hard and took a taxi to the warmest hotel. He hurriedly opened the door and broke in.
Chapter completed!