Before spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, Peng Cheng became happy again. After recuperating at home for a month, his wounds had already closed, but the pink scar on his chest was still very entangled, like a pink little bug, lying under his heart, in an important position. He carefully opened the gap between his shirt buttons and let Beibei take a look.

"Just open a button, who can see this?" The girl lowered her head and her face hit his chest. She didn't see clearly when she threw it. As soon as she reached out, he buttoned up her clothes again.

"What are you doing? Are you a woman?" She was a little disdainful: "Then I am also a woman. Unlock me and take a look." As she said that, she reached out to pull him.

"Don't, my wife, let's take it off when we go to bed." The young man tilted his body a little, and the girl couldn't catch him. He buttoned up his coat and squeezed his eyes so flatteringly that he wouldn't let her see it anymore.

"If you don't watch it, you won't watch it, and you won't like to watch it!" Beibei muttered in slight detail, lowered her head to eat hot pot, and ignored him anymore.

——

This is a time-honored hotpot buffet, and the taste is pretty good! It is naturally incomparable to a special hotpot restaurant, but it is very suitable for the consumption standards of the working people, so it still makes this store crowded.

Peng Cheng stood up, and he walked to the big mirror beside him and stood still, staring at himself in the mirror: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, come here."

He called her excitedly, and Beibei walked over and stood beside him. The two of them were like elementary school students who had thought about each other, standing side by side, looking at the two of them in the mirror. He was tall and thin, with very long legs, like Ma Ling who had only caught up with the dry season. Beibei stood beside him, wrapped tightly, like a round ground tank.

"Wife, I think we are a perfect match now." He said proudly.

Beibei was bounced by his words, and she looked at him. She hadn't understood what he was going to do when he stood in front of this big mirror. She couldn't tell where the two people in the mirror were so separated. Peng Cheng was fair and Shaoxing, not young but very young, and the surgery changed him. If the scars on his mouth were not clearly distinguished, they would have disappeared. It was indeed beautiful.

"I think it's pretty good too."

Beibei lied again. She was used to being extravagant, but Peng Cheng believed it. Maybe he didn't believe it anymore, but now his better self has made him more confident.

"It's not as good as it is now." Peng Cheng insisted very much, and he sat back in his seat happily.

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"Waiter." Beibei disagreed, so she sat back and turned around to look at the young man standing next to him, who was hunched with his lobster-like hunched back, and signaled him to bring two more plates of mutton over.

Peng Cheng put out the cigarette, leaned forward, glanced at the bottom of the pot: "My wife, you've finished two dishes, and you're still eating!"

Beibei glared at him viciously, took the mutton handed over by the lobster guy and poured it into the hot pot: "You still want to find a partner, who can find a man as slim as you to disgust yourself? There is no woman in this shop who is thinner than you."

"Hmph!" Listening to the girl's scolding, the young man snorted and laughed, picked up the chopsticks, stirred the meat in the hot pot without saying much.

"You can let us Chinese women enjoy the happiness! Chairman Mao finally liberated us. You said he would like to see you, a little chicken, and you can feed your malnourished varieties with big fish and meat?" The girl said more and more, and those words that were rumbling around seemed to have a direction.

Peng Cheng smiled. He heard her quibbling, and he rarely smiled so freely, putting down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Child, it's a blessing to eat. Look at your thinness. If you don't bury you, you must be as heavy as me." She glanced at him contemptuously, as if she looked down on him, but she was just a thin and dry child.

"Waiter, serve me four more plates of mutton." Peng Cheng also shouted to the lobster-like young man. He took a deep breath, rolled up his arms, and before he started to act, he grabbed Beibei and asked, "Wife, if I get fat, you have to guarantee to marry me."

——

The meat was served, and soon, the table was filled with eight plates of mutton. No matter how little the mutton was in the buffet, it would take one or two to half a plate, which was more than one pound. Peng Chengben was already full, and these eight plates of meat were probably going to break through his bottom line.

When they finished the seventh plate, Beibei stopped him and rushed to take the things from the hot pot into his own bowl. But even so, when the two of them walked out of the self-service hot pot restaurant again, the young man covered his stomach and sat on the steps at the door of the store within two steps, unable to speak.

Beibei was afraid that he would die of suffocation, so she cried and shouted to take him to see a doctor. She remembered that there was a report saying that someone had eaten too much and had his stomach cracked, and then he died. She begged him, saying that it was not cost-effective to die of suffocation.

"Wife, daughter-in-law, don't cry. My life is hard, the evil ghost will follow you. As long as the mutton is not poisonous, you will definitely not die." Peng Cheng frowned. He couldn't laugh even if he smiled. He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm and sat on the steps at the door. "Don't cry, daughter-in-law, wait for me to slowly, I feel uncomfortable if I coax you."

He did not die of death. That day, Peng Cheng spent the night of drinking and eating and drinking in the Internet cafe near Beibei's house.

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The next morning, the young man went downstairs to Beibei's house to smoke as usual. When the two of them had breakfast, Peng Cheng said that he still wanted to go to the Sichuan restaurant to work. He said that it was close to Beibei's house.

This time the girl did not object too much. She also felt that he was good there, and it was better to stay there than to stay in this Internet cafe day by day. Life is like this for ordinary people like Beibei. If you either work hard or fight hard or play nothing, you will only have life to play with people.

When he was about to come, Beibei mentioned Peng Cheng's adoptive mother again: "You really won't go home?"

"Wife, you always ask me to go home. If I go home, I can't marry you." Peng Cheng said reluctantly. He might have wanted to scare Beibei, but that seemed to be just as she wanted.

"Then you'd better go home!"

"Wife, what are you doing? I'm so sad when you keep saying this! You like me, don't you know? If I really leave, you will regret it." These are the only few heartfelt words that Peng Cheng said, but Beibei couldn't hear it. She just smiled contemptuously, laughing at him for being too confident, but he didn't know, and he laughed at her for being too confident.

Many things in the world have to be removed before they can see clearly. Even people in the mountains will always make mistakes no matter how smart and thorough they are.

"I still hope you go home."

"Okay, I'll tell you when I'll go home." Peng Cheng turned cold and loosened his hand that was holding her waist, and said impatiently.

——

Peng Cheng still looks pretty in black uniform with red flowers. Beibei likes to see his innocent smile, smiling like an idiot with low IQ. He likes to hear him say, "Wife, I miss you very much."

He is always so straightforward and explicit, rushing out from an unexpected intersection or behind a big tree, but not feeling numb. Many times, Beibei even feels that those love words that make people blush and beating from his mouth are as relaxed and natural as if an ignorant child is saying to his mother, "Mom, I miss you all."

She didn't think that she and Peng Cheng were boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. All of this was very comfortable. She didn't even think that he was a man. She just felt that he had a clean heart, clean emotions, and clean liking. She thought that they could always be so clean and beautiful, just like a TV series broadcast on star-rated satellite TV, and there would never be a bed scene showing off her butt.

But men are men after all. Finally one day, he made Beibei discover it and found that he was indeed a man, with all the equipment and operating systems of men.

——

On March, it was said that it was warm or not, and that it was cold or not. Peng Cheng didn't get off work at 9 o'clock in the evening, so he insisted that Beibei go downstairs and meet him.

The weather was not warm enough, so there were naturally very few people who were active at night. After nine o'clock, the girl had already rested. She never liked to move. The heat wave of the heating was a little too late to open the crack in the door, and smoke would be steamed. She shivered and walked out to the woods.

Peng Cheng was in the dark woods next to his house, behind the big tree that could block him. When Beibei walked over, he stepped on the dead branches that had been shriveled on the ground for many years, and the branches were shattered and beeping.

He already knew that she was coming, and she knew that he knew, and felt much more at ease. Behind the big tree, he waited for her like hide and seek, but she also approached her with two eyes. When the young man shuddered, the girl smiled, smiling as bright as a peach and plum.

Her big eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, and the corners of her mouth were also curved into a playful curve. She laughed at him, reached out to cover her mouth, and the branches trembled. Peng Cheng was not as happy as her. He stared at the lively girl in a daze, with her fresh flesh, and she laughed, and she was very vivid. The silver bell-like smile kept ringing like a spell. Suddenly, he hugged her impulsively.

He asked her if she liked him already. Beibei shook her head with a smile. She hugged her and said she didn't like it. She was quite pretentious. He didn't refute it, but just said she didn't believe it.

The two kissed each other, and the girl cooperated with him for the first time. I have to admit that Bebe liked his kiss. She would repeatedly recall every kiss between them. His domineering used to be the one she hated the most, but now she likes that he bit her mouth with a little forced force.

Women are probably a bit pretentious, but Beibei is just a little more serious. She obviously needs it, but her mouth and thoughts are not willing to admit it. This is probably a common problem for all women. One day, the body will no longer need it, but her mouth and thoughts will not be separated, making me think I feel so infatuated.

This time, he became gentle, he didn't bite, nor did he use too much force. Peng Cheng clamped the girl's waist with his arms, and then he clamped her hard, and she let out a "hmm" without hesitation.

She blushed, and he no longer had the willpower. He rubbed his body tightly against her body, and a hoarse voice floated in her ears: "Wife, I love hearing about your movements." As he spoke, his arm was squeezed hard again. Beibei forced to resist the sound of spring, but unfortunately it was useless. He became clearer and clearer, and she was blushing.

"My wife, it sounds nice." Peng Cheng gasped heavily, and his words were fragmented.

His liking does not mean that Beibei also likes it. He has never eaten pork and hasn't seen pigs run away? She still knew when a woman would make this sound, so she struggled to push him away, but he hugged him tighter.

The struggle seemed to arouse Peng Cheng's greater pleasure. He laughed out loud, his arm was tightly buckled, and he couldn't escape it. Peng Cheng freed up his hand to hold Beibei's arm under his armpit and put his right hand into her clothes.

His hands were cold and she could feel her body avoiding him. She felt her muscles tightening and stared at him in disbelief. The boy with a baby face was not just a little baby, she struggled harder, and he seemed to be happier. The more she twisted her body, the more he laughed, and he smiled like a proud madman, with her eyes full of elves.

His left hand was tighter, making the person in his arms unable to move. He wrapped his head around Beibei's body and lowered his head to hold her mouth.

Women are probably a bit pretentious, but Beibei is just a little more serious. She obviously needs it, but her mouth and thoughts are not willing to admit it. This is probably a common problem for all women. One day, the body will no longer need it, but her mouth and thoughts will not be separated, making me think I feel so infatuated.

This time, he became gentle, he didn't bite, nor did he use too much force. Peng Cheng clamped the girl's waist with his arms, and then he clamped her hard, and she let out a "hmm" without hesitation.

She blushed, and he no longer had the willpower. He rubbed his body tightly against her body, and a hoarse voice floated in her ears: "Wife, I love hearing about your movements." As he spoke, his arm was squeezed hard again. Beibei forced to resist the sound of spring, but unfortunately it was useless. He became clearer and clearer, and she was blushing.

"My wife, it sounds nice." Peng Cheng gasped heavily, and his words were fragmented.

His liking does not mean that Beibei also likes it. He has never eaten pork and hasn't seen pigs run away? She still knew when a woman would make this sound, so she struggled to push him away, but he hugged him tighter.

The struggle seemed to arouse Peng Cheng's greater pleasure. He laughed out loud, his arm was tightly buckled, and he couldn't escape it. Peng Cheng freed up his hand to hold Beibei's arm under his armpit and put his right hand into her clothes.

His hands were cold and she could feel her body avoiding him. She felt her muscles tightening and stared at him in disbelief. The boy with a baby face was not just a little baby, she struggled harder, and he seemed to be happier. The more she twisted her body, the more he laughed, and he smiled like a proud madman, with her eyes full of elves.

His left hand was tighter, making the person in his arms unable to move. He wrapped his head around Beibei's body and lowered his head to hold her mouth.
Chapter completed!