It’s all gambling, it’s all caused by gambling, fuck.

Peng Cheng was more disgusted with himself than ever. He took a deep breath. What did he do? Now the consumption of red cards in this Internet cafe is mainly supported by himself. More than 80% of the things were sold to him. Leng Dinglai personally wanted to play with him, so he had to ask the uncle to send some of them.

The night before yesterday, he lost money again. However, he didn't lose at the beginning. In the middle of the night, the scene was pretty good. He won a lot of money, but in the middle of the night, he started losing in the middle of the night.

To be precise, it was after Song Xiangnan got off work.

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"Can you go home early?"

The young man was too lazy to look back at her. Xiangnan sat behind him and stared at the little rabbit on his screen. This made him feel bad, very bad, and he couldn't place bets because she didn't like it. He knew, but he didn't want to turn off the game. He guessed that she knew it, and he wanted to bet because he lost, but she just didn't leave.

"If I don't go back, you are not a good turtle. Why are you still playing money?" Xiangnan hugged the clip and glared at her face. She was very angry. Her breath was blowing on the back of Peng Cheng's neck. She must have been very disappointed, but she just refused to leave.

"Then you go home, okay? Will we go out tomorrow during the day?" Peng Cheng wanted to say that he didn't want to talk now, he didn't want to talk, but it didn't work, so he was extremely bored with every word.

"Stop playing, stop playing, stop playing, stop playing, don't you hear, don't..." Xiangnan generally felt that Peng Cheng was indispensable, so she stood beside him, poked his head with her slender fingers, looked at him from the bottom of her eyes, and kept swearing in her mouth.

She was so arrogant that she could see her loud voice in the entire Internet cafe, as if she was scolding her, as if she was looking at a bed bug. She probably felt that she was really a beautiful mage with high output in the game. Although she was not as physically as a man, her realm was not something that men could reach.

"Can you stop playing? Why do you play this all day long? You are like this..." She was speechless for a moment and could not find any better words to describe his annoying behavior now. Instead, she poked him even more resentful.

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Peng Cheng sighed lightly, and he didn't say a word throughout the whole process. He didn't like to answer her questions. She always couldn't understand his thoughts like Beibei. From Xiangnan's entrance, he was losing money. No, he was losing money before she entered the door. He was watching the time and playing. Just when she was about to come back, he won some money. He originally won another game and then he would go offline. You know that she doesn't like gambling. Peng Cheng understood this truth because no woman likes men gambling, but he lost that way. Until she came back, he was still losing.

He had to use ten red cards in the bar because he couldn't swallow this. Now there was not enough money on the books. If he couldn't win back, he would have to settle the card money tomorrow morning. Damn it, what to do with *? The young man felt familiar with it for a while, but he couldn't tell her about these.

"What's wrong with you? Can you stop? Come?" Xiangnan pulled Peng Cheng's sleeve and questioned him. She still maintained arrogance like coldness until she was thrown away by him.

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People still have to rely on their brains to live. Peng Cheng shouldn't have left her, but fortunately he has a brain, but she just doesn't.

After another fight, Geda Mei felt a . Peng Cheng lost all the red cards, and the book was about 2,000 yuan. It was just a genius in the morning, and Xiang Nan went to the small bank next to him alone, withdrew cash with a credit card, and paid the account to Peng Cheng.

Although the account was handed over, that was not what Peng Cheng wanted. What he wanted was to win money. As for what he wanted? It seemed less important. He was exhausted and had no intention of coaxing her. For the whole morning, the two of them stayed in front of a computer in the last row of the Internet cafe. The girl whispered in a low voice, chatting in a hurry. In the afternoon, the young man was finally sleepy. He made Xiangnan go home. This time the girl was very obedient.

After leaving, Peng Cheng suddenly felt relieved. Moji had been sleepy this morning, and he was so sleepy that he could not sleep well. He quickly went to the small box behind and stretched out his coat to cover himself. But somehow, he had been sleepy for a long time but couldn't sleep.

He felt that he was in a mess and could not calm down no matter what he said. He was sleepy, but the red card seemed unwilling to let him go. He had won money in the past few days, but today, hey! The young man started to summarize himself, but he was still careless and a little drifty! He had to sell his children and daughters again before the liberation.

At the moment when he was sleeping, a clang came in and a text message came in. It was Tuda Mei: "Husband, stop betting, don't be angry with me, I shouldn't be angry with you, don't be angry with me, please."

Peng Cheng fucked his phone and glanced at it, pinched his painful temples, and he was fucking out of money. He also said that this set of young cheer was doing. He didn't reply, and threw the phone on the computer desk next to him, turned his body sideways, closed his eyes, fuck, come on, let's try sleeping hard.

He stubbornly pretended to sleep, trying to deceive himself, but his mind was filled with rabbits shaking their heads, tied with pink, green, yellow garbled scarves, and turned around like a Ferris wheel. Allah was so excited. After a while, he finally reached his limit. He felt a big wave of sleepiness coming, and he almost let it go. Fortunately, everything was still calm, and he gradually couldn't recognize the sound of the keyboard outside the door. Suddenly, Xiangnan pulled the door of the box open, his face full of tears.

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"What's wrong, my wife, why are you crying?" The young man was so shocked that he was completely sleepy. He swung straightened his body. Just as the girl Tutu threw her head into his arms, holding his neck desperately.

"Brother Peng, I'm afraid you'll be angry with me." The scent of lavender floated on my head, and the most familiar smell was the same as that in Aunt Xue's locker.

"I didn't!" Peng Cheng rushed in, pulled Xiangnan to the private room and sat down: "Can I be angry with you? I'm just sleepy, go home! Let me sleep for a while."

"Husband, let's go to Huatai to sleep!"

The girl hugged Peng Cheng's waist tightly and put her head against his chest. Their bodies were so fitting that his bump was facing her pothole, and his bump was supporting her bump. Although her breasts probably did not have the same pile as her own, Peng Cheng still felt it.
Chapter completed!