My brother Peng is very envious of her skills. Maybe she watched too many gangster movies when she was a child, and every woman has such a sacrificial worship of those men who are not very tuned.

Many times she sat beside Brother Peng, lingering around him like a weak and boneless vine. Looking up at him, she seemed to be no longer her when she sat there. She looked at him, interpreting her story with wonderful fantasy, and looking at him as if he was helpless. He was immersed in a crazy world of man, worshiping his spiritual power, so he won money, which was so exciting!

As for where the principal of his bet came from, I never thought about it. Maybe it was from his mother! What about him? She only knew that Brother Peng won a lot, and every time he won the money, he was not stingy with himself.

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One day Peng Cheng played again, saying that there were fewer than a few hundred dollars in a blink of an eye and it fell in. He didn't even give him a chance to repair the dead, and it was gone. That day, the girl Geda felt that she felt that Brother Peng was so upset. He sat alone in front of the computer without talking or smoking, and he kept gnawing on his nails.

She quietly looked at him from behind and pulled his arm. She wanted to see his face. She put her head on his shoulder, but he cleverly avoided it. Xiangnan felt a little wronged. She didn't know where she was wrong, why he seemed to be unhappy with her. She sat timidly, watching him operate aimlessly on the computer, and then he suddenly raised his hand and turned off the computer monitor.

He wanted to turn the tables: "I love Nan, can you go home first? I'm a little upset."

"What are you doing like this? If you lose, you will lose!"

Peng Cheng suppressed the heat in his heart. This book had nothing to do with Xiangnan. He took a deep breath: "I'm fine, you go back first, I'll be quiet, okay?" He stared at Xiangnan's at a loss and added a sentence that was not so stiff. OK? He really wanted Xiangnan to go back. The key was that he wanted to call Beibei for money.

"Aren't you just going to turn the tables?" Geda said excitedly. She felt very wronged and angry, her hands trembled, took out her wallet from her bag, and threw it out a thousand dollars and threw it on the table: "For you."

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Even Peng Cheng himself did not expect that this girl gave money so much, and she was willing to give it to her. She had given it to her and she should have it. The young man was quite relieved, but he never thought that it was so easy to get it, but it was just a matter of unintentional planting willows.

Peng Cheng didn't look at the money. He raised his eyelids and looked at the dull girl in front of him. The woman was indeed made of water, and tears were circling in her eyes, like anger rolling in her stomach, bumping to the right, and then hitting to the left, and it would still be wrapped in water. In front of the money, when did he feel soft? This time is no exception. Peng Cheng reached out to pick up the money and gently twisted it away with awe. He said that his condition was really good that day. Peng Cheng had been playing with a thousand dollars for a long time before he completely lost all his money.

After losing all the money, the young man was stunned. His head suddenly became bigger and his body couldn't control it. He had another thousand yuan more famine (the meaning of dialect debt is not written), but this did not make him worry too long, because he soon found another big problem. This money was Song Xiangnan. It would be best if she won a lot of it all at once, but if she lost, she might be knocked to wake up. What if she figured out what to do? She didn't play with herself anymore, then all the sacrifices before would be in vain.

"It's over, it's gone." Peng Cheng turned around. He looked at Yan Nan's innocent and blank face and spread his hands like a joke. He deliberately seemed very relaxed and easily signaled that she had lost all the money. It could be seen that her face was a little deformed, with a gray-white face, slightly open her mouth. Oh no, the girl was scared, and she was still too anxious.

"Let's go!" Peng Cheng turned around and picked up his coat: "I'll go home tonight! Borrow some money from my mother." He held the thin girl's waist and walked to the door. He should have sent Xiang Nan home directly, but Peng Cheng grabbed her when he went out, pressed her to her ear, and whispered: "Let's go to check in!"

Who knows what kind of hearts are like for women? This time, Geda Mei paid for the money for the room, Brother Peng diligently paid her with passion. The two of them stayed in the hotel until after seven o'clock, and they left in disappointment until they wanted to go to work in the nightclub.

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"Tell me! Who is your mother?" Beibei forced herself to pretend, pretending she wanted to show, but she always seemed to be unable to grasp it.

Peng Cheng was almost lying on the rest chair in the hospital. He was ready for everything. He never thought that Beibei wanted to hear his explanation. He tilted his head and saw Beibei like an aunt in charge of family planning in the street. He smiled shyly. A big bug with wings on his head, who wouldn't know what it was? He had to come to this point and let him say something else? He wanted to laugh a little, but he insisted on not laughing. Why did this silly girl still hold this posture and think she was quite awesome?

He raised his head and closed his eyes, headed to the chair next to him, resting his head on Beibei's thighs. Peng Cheng concluded that she would not refuse him, otherwise she would not come to him and would not ask such a question.

"Talk! What's going on?" Bebeho stood up from the stool. She saw him enough, his head was greasy and dirty. He didn't answer her, which made her even more angry. In the contest between the two, no matter what she did, he would be good even if there was a movement, but he didn't accept it. This kind of ignorance and inattention was really consistent, and it always annoyed her.

Peng Cheng was not confused. Beibei got up and he lay down on the chair and stopped moving: "You just let me sleep for a while, I'm exhausted."

The young man thought to himself that he wanted to say that he didn't want to have sex with her, but he couldn't speak. He didn't understand why Beibei came to him for doing this? Do you still understand? Isn't this the rhythm of breaking up? He wanted not to contact her, and gradually she understood what else to say? He didn't contact her anymore, and he left, just drag it down? Are you still willing to let him say it out?

"Peng Cheng, what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!