The young man tilted his head to the side and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Beibei was watching him. "You talk!" She cried and asked him, but what could he do? He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't know what to say.

Even Peng Cheng himself can't tell whether the kind of love that women like is really love. Wen Beibei, Song Xiangnan, Gao Xiaomin, they all seem to pursue the feeling of love. Even he himself is chasing the person who gives him that feeling, moving as he wants, but the one he really can't bear to let go is really not that person.

He looked outside the glass door from afar. The street lights were sparse and did not shake at all. The road was not transparent enough. There were always some things that could not be seen clearly. The night was too quiet and so quiet that it was very scary. He remembered that the girl ran out of her house in the middle of the night: "Wife, do mom know that you came out?"

"I know, I told her when I went out." Beibei was obedient and panicked him, without a trace of resentment, and she thrust her as she said. She still only stared at his face and refused to let go of the changes on his face.

Peng Cheng turned around and couldn't escape, just smile completely! He smiled naughtyly, thinking that this might make her calmer a little. He held her hand, cold, and his fingers were as slender as if they could slide out of the palm of his hand at any time. He warmed her and held it hard, feeling his fingers changed shape in his palm, "Didn't she ask you what you are doing?"

"This has nothing to do with you, what do you mean?"

Peng Cheng opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes turned back and forth in his sockets: "Are you scared? When you came out, your house was so dark?" He grabbed her tightly, trying to make her feel at ease as much as possible. His dark eyes stared at the girl, and he didn't cherish it. He raised his left hand and gently stroked her cheek.

"Yeah!" Beibei snorted timidly, lowered her head and sobbed, and her body shook like a sieve again.

Peng Cheng pulled the girl's arm, and they were speechless. She leaned against his shoulder. He hugged her and felt that her body was no longer shaking hard. The tiny crying sounds gradually became less painful: "Wife, do you have any money in your pocket?"

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Beibei suddenly supported her head, she sat up straight, widened her eyes, Peng Cheng asked the question of paying money again, and he could still ask the question of paying money, which was she stupid, right? She gritted her teeth, and it felt like there was anger hidden.

The young man looked at her in surprise, looking at her sudden change. As he looked at her, he laughed, very bright. He still couldn't get through the money level! He lowered his head and took out his pocket, and after rummaging for a long time, he found out the money. A green fifty yuan was wrinkled into a ball, and Peng Cheng spread it out carefully, and there was only this whole bill.

"You don't have it, I'll give it to you!" He said with ease, as if he was joking, and stuffed the money into Beibei's hand.

"I don't need it, I have money." The money seemed to be on fire, and Beibei hurriedly let go of his hand in disgust, and the money fell to the ground.

Or, when Beibei took the fifty dollars at this time, Peng Cheng might feel better, but she had never asked for his money. He suddenly said nothing and lowered his head to pick up the money. "Don't, don't throw it away!" He dusted it, as if the money was stained with dirt, and he couldn't think of anything else he could give Beibei, or give her some pocket money... Yes, he could only give her some pocket money. He took out all her money. He hoped that she could ask for the fifty dollars, so that he might feel more comfortable.

"Take it! I know you have no money anymore, you gave it to me that day." Peng Cheng stuffed money into Beibei's pocket again. What else can he do? Apart from this, staying with her side has been dragging her down?

"I don't need it." Beibei said firmly. She slapped the money hard and opened it, her eyes wide open. She didn't even understand Peng Cheng's intention, but she could feel that he was about to run away.

The young man smiled bitterly. She was such a silly girl. She was still like this, just like the first time he left her, and she didn't give him any chance to let herself go. But she was far from him, and she didn't know how important money was, and she had never been saddened by money.

It's not that good. Peng Cheng was very grateful from the bottom of his heart that it would be better that she would never be embarrassed by the money. He picked up the money: "Okay, then I'll take it."

He looked up at the two-story roof of the huge foyer in the hospital, and pursed his lips hard: "Wife, how much more money do you think you can have in your pocket?"

Beibei sobbed and couldn't stop. She hated him, hated him again, and everything would be ruined by money. He even mentioned the money again. She looked at Peng Cheng, so excited that she couldn't say a word.

"I eat, smoke, live every day, and I don't have to use any money. There is no heating in that place, my child is afraid of the cold, and I can't sleep all day long!"

Peng Cheng took a deep breath. He didn't want to say these words that made her worry anymore. He knew that what Beibei gave him was the most real relationship and no one could compare with him. He never thought that he would meet a true love that never leaves. It seemed that he really wanted to give up, otherwise he would not only aggrieved himself, but also aggrieved her.

"My wife, life is too difficult. You don't understand. I'm actually for your own good."

"For me?" Wen Beibei finally heard the joke. She laughed loudly, making Peng Cheng laugh too. Then he suddenly stopped laughing, looking at her as if she was the first time she met her, her eyes soft and calm, greedy, and she hid the desire for possession.
Chapter completed!