"Brother Peng, give me your phone." Xiangnan suddenly stood in front of the bar, her face was so close that she shocked the two men who were concentrating on talking. Peng Cheng rolled his eyes upward, glanced at her, then took out his digital phone from his pocket and handed it out, and turned his head awkwardly and smiled at the boss.

The little boss also smiled awkwardly, meaningful, and the men always had tacit understanding. Seeing that Xiangnan was satisfied with the phone, he asked lightly: "Have you taken action?"

"Silly Pig, what is your QQ password?" Without waiting for Peng Cheng to answer, Song Xiangnan shouted from a distance. She was afraid that she could hear the conversation between two men at the bar! That's why she was always not angry.

Looking at the boss, Peng Cheng frowned slightly: "Full fight, Wen Beibei, I love you 1314."

After stopping, the boss continued to clean up and counted the refrigerator behind him. It was a crackling sound, and Peng Cheng seemed to be unable to concentrate. He ran out. After a long time of muttering in the hall, he seemed to have not become happy. Peng Cheng came back in disappointment.

"Old Peng, what are you doing?" The little boss stopped joking. He lowered his waist, lowered his voice, and said seriously: "Old Peng, if you can throw away your wife with her, I won't dare to use you."

"It's nothing." Peng Cheng hurriedly made excuses. He whispered under the bar, and smiled deliberately, saying as if he had taken advantage of it, "Just have fun."

"Then she wants a password and a cell phone. What should your wife do when she comes to me?"

"She can't, Beibei can't come and look for her." This sentence made Peng Cheng the most at ease. He finally relaxed and smiled relievedly.

The little boss was about to say something, but when he stood up, he saw Xiangnan leaking half of his face from the back of the computer. She was looking at this place viciously. Thinking about it, she was just a colleague at best, and she really couldn't say anything, so she said, "Okay, I didn't say anything, then I'll leave first, you can keep some fun." After that, she hurried back without waiting for Peng Cheng to answer.

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For a whole night, Xiangnan kept hanging on Peng Cheng's arm and watched him play League of Legends. No matter how he moved, her body moved with him, and she kept moving.

"You're not going to be excited!"

"It's okay, just die! What's wrong."

Peng Cheng leaned against the head on his shoulder to prove that he really didn't feel uncomfortable. This made Xiang Nan very happy. He pulled away his smile on his face, looked at him, and suddenly hugged his neck and hard.

"Hey! Don't make trouble! Don't make trouble, what are you doing? When will you go home?"

——

"I love Nan, you're not going to work today?"

It was so terrible that it was easy to discuss and coax it was a result of no result. He didn't expect that Nan Zhen would never leave. This night made Peng Cheng feel confused and unable to calm down. It was dawn that he dared to pretend to be absent-minded. But Song Xiangnan was still so energetic, staring at him lustfully, not going to work, not going home, and not caring about the eyes of the people around him, so he was exhausted.

"You want to call her?"

Xiangnan leaned on Peng Cheng's shoulder and did not look up. She was enjoying her life as a winner. Maybe this was not a victory, but at least in her heart she was a victory. It was almost midnight, and her mind was still clear. She didn't think that Peng Cheng still loved Wen Beibei. She knew that it was just a man's guilt, but even if it was guilt, she was unwilling to leave it to that woman. A woman who loves the same man was born an enemy, and her hatred for her was no reason. She firmly believed that Beibei was too.

When they were in the hotel, the two of them started to fight. The girl scratched Peng Cheng and left a blood mark on her neck. It gave her a strong pleasure. She could control the man in front of her. As long as she exposed his thoughts, his thoughts would be really just an idea. Although I didn't know yet, Peng Cheng didn't care about these things. In his opinion, everyone who controls whom seemed to be nonsense. Whoever wants to think about them will do whatever she wants. What he cares about is only the result. He really hopes that I hope that I can go back early or go to work. Anyway, it's good to go anywhere. He has to call Beibei to at least confirm that she is still safe.

Xiangnan is a woman with a poor mind. Although she is a little clever, she still has the unique ability of a woman. In Peng Cheng's words, "Are you stupid?"

"You just want to call her." Xiangnan said firmly, she pressed her tightly against Peng Cheng, still motionless.

Do you have to say it out loud before you are happy? Peng Cheng stared at the back of her head, trying to see through her. For some reason, he snorted coldly and laughed: "Song Xiangnan, don't go anywhere! Just stay here every day, don't go to work, have you heard? You can't go this time, let's post it together every day."

"Why are you yelling with me?" Xiangnan stopped sticking to Peng Cheng, so she sat up straight, and threw out Peng Cheng's digital phone with solid buttons: "You can just call! Don't let me go, you can just hit me! Listen, what are you afraid of?" She raised her neck, and her chin seemed to poke straight into Peng Cheng's eyes.

The young man had to retreat, looked at her coldly, then reached out to hug the girl's body, his hand just on her butt: "Can you speak softly?"

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It was almost dawn, and it must have been raining outside and the air was filled with a wet smell.

"How do you know how to play?" The girl was still acting coquettishly, and she kept pushing Peng Cheng's arm, as if she was rowing. She complained about him and pinched his voice and spoke. Is that an invitation?

Obviously, Peng Cheng was not willing to answer. He was holding a cigarette, and the cigarette butt was emitting white smoke. In the dark Internet cafe, he could see its enchanting figure clearly. Only darkness deserved it. The heat of the cigarette roasted Peng Cheng's eyes. He narrowed slightly, ignored her, gently lifted his arm up and pulled out his arm. He didn't want to do anything now, he just wanted to have fun for a while. Only when playing games can he temporarily forget the humble words that Beibei had on the phone!

"Hey! Don't play for now!" Xiangnan finally spoke well. She was the kind of light mezzo-speaking voice floating above her head. She was too tall and had a long neck. If it weren't for the thin tone, she would be very sexy. Peng Cheng was very comfortable with her silk texture like an adult woman.

"Yeah, it'll be a while!"

The game will naturally not come to an abrupt end. After this knife, Peng Cheng was exactly level 10. He is a typical game high-quality game, and almost all games can be played quite well. In this game, he played the mid laner and the wandering mage, just because of the girl's irrelevant pretentious words. He could not and would not let himself stop. He didn't even analyze carefully what Nan said.

"What are you doing? Are the games important or me?" Song Xiangnan was anxious. She pulled the mouse over and pressed it crazy on the keyboard a few times. Then the wandering mage fell down inexplicably.

With her shriveled lips, Peng Cheng felt the smell of gasoline appearing in his throat. He turned his head and the girl raised her sharp chin as if she was proudly provoking. Could it be that he acted too much like an honest potato? Peng Cheng was confused. Is it because she mistakenly thought that he had a simplicity in his appearance?
Chapter completed!