"The phone number you called has been turned off." Twenty minutes later, Peng Cheng dialed again.

He knew that Beibei would set the phone to do not disturb, but that function had prompts. He also knew that she would definitely read the prompt. Because she loved him, she couldn't help but not watch it. So after this call, he stopped demanding time. He was a little anxious and began to call repeatedly. He thought that the more he called, the easier it would be for her to give him a chance, but the more he called, the more he became nervous. Finally, when he was dialing, he had no intention of doing anything else, Peng Cheng finally realized that Beibei's phone was not a free disturb, she was really shut down. At this moment, he began to be anxious. He didn't understand why she turned off and what happened?

Gas turned on?

He remembered the gas again, but soon he realized that it was far from it. This was not the first time that Beibei encountered betrayal, and she should not be so stupid anymore. He thought for a long time, judged others by himself, and considered Beibei with the wisdom he could control. He judged that she would not turn off the phone for too long, and when she wanted to turn it on, it would turn on. So Peng Cheng made up his mind and began to wait.

After waiting for a long time, Beibei didn't call again, and she still turned off the phone. This was obviously different from what he expected. He began to get a little confused. Could it be that he was wrong? She was not like this usually.

Yesterday's incident was just born. Although he didn't believe that Beibei would really die, he felt that she might still leave him. If that was the case, it would be better for her to die. Thinking of this, he began to be upset, as if he had lost the game, as he was when he loved her the most when they first met her.

But, so what? These thoughts are fruitless. Everything is just venting emotions. After a while, Peng Cheng played the game, and he won, and a heart-warming kill, and he seemed to calm down. He comforted himself and thought, maybe Beibei just had a phone out of battery, turned off the phone and charged it, and it would be fine after a while. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng was very happy, and he gave Beibei another message. "Wife, I'm anxious about how you turn off your phone. I couldn't do it yesterday. This is her phone number. Don't reply, turn it on and wait for me."

After posting this message, Peng Cheng felt like he had contacted Beibei. He was very relaxed. He was inexplicably comfortable, very happy, and his body was no longer stiff. At almost seven o'clock, he called Xiangnan. She was indeed not awake and responded whispered.

Before going to work, I thought Nan had come, but her time seemed a little tight. She didn't return the phone to Peng Cheng, but just ran in, hugged Peng Cheng's neck and kissed him, and looked at her 5s and left again.

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"Brother, you fry him! You fry him! Can you still let the blind monk run away?"

Peng Cheng stared at Xiaodong, a little fat man beside him. He was so annoyed that he never stopped: "It's hot this day? Ah kid? Your belly, what are you doing?"

Xiaodong had such a big face, his cheeks were so bulging that it could be seen that it was very noisy, very much like his childhood. At that time, his adoptive father would always buy some ham sausages, big white rabbit milk candy and other things for him, and a large pack of them was placed at his grandfather's house. He stood on tiptoe and determined where he could go, and never gave them to him at once.

Peng Cheng is an uncontrollable person. He can't eat only a little at a time, but he is very clean, his clothes and pants are bright. Unlike this fat boy, he is a child who can be buried. He usually mutters the snot in his nose, and even his mouth seems to be filled with snot, and he doesn't speak very clearly.

"Well! Why, I'm hot." The little fat man likes to lift the top of his sweatshirt upwards and raise it above his belly button. As he spoke, he reached out and mentioned again: "Where is my sister?"

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Xiaodong lives opposite the Xiangnan family. He comes to the Internet cafe to play in Xiangnan. He doesn't know how to go home in the middle of the night. Usually, after 8:30, the child's father will come to him, so he doesn't have to worry too much. Peng Cheng is not in the mood to pay attention to him at this moment. He is always upset and dials the phone as if he can't control it. He doesn't hear Xiaodong's problem at all. He takes out his cell phone and dials Beibei's number.

“The phone number you called is turned off.”

"Brother Guan'er, your mentality is broken today. You can't play anything. You won't work." The little brat seemed to be an adult who understands things very well. He just said that, then lifted up his clothes again, shook his huge head with regret on his face, and his small eyes were like two black lines on his face: "Are you angry with my sister?"

Peng Cheng turned his head suddenly and looked up and down at the burying child. I guess in the child's eyes, he was his sister's boyfriend, so he could not understand that his sister's boyfriend was also someone else's boyfriend. He suddenly became upset. As for why he couldn't understand, he waved to the little fat man over: "Come on, come on, come on, open your eyes and talk."

"I'm open, brother, I'm open." The little fat man said as he leaned back cautiously. He seemed to feel something and would never get close to Peng Cheng.

"You're opening your mouth?" Peng Cheng yelled hard at him, and it was useless to scare him. Suddenly he grabbed the fat man, he pulled him over and reached out to hug his eyes: "You're opening your mouth? Ah? It's like this, I, I think you need surgery!"

The little fat man struggled hard. He was only a little taller. Peng Cheng could even hold him in his arms, but he was too fat. He squatted down and fell out of his arms. Finally, he broke free. After finally getting the opportunity, he shouted desperately: "Brother Guan'er, who did you call me just now? Why is my sister's cell phone with you?"

"Your sister let me use it! My phone number is in your sister's hands!" Peng Cheng hated that this child always came to stare at him, and he also liked to report.

"My sister is stupid, I'll give you 5s and use your Nokia 321o!"

"Yes!" Peng Cheng responded and continued to fiddle with the computer. He clicked on all the heroes to watch the skin effect animation one by one.

Seeing that Peng Cheng stopped pulling him, the little brat became arrogant again. He stretched out a finger and touched Peng Cheng's finger pressing the mouse. He gently slid up from his fingers. He might not know what the action was doing. Anyway, he just touched him with a smile. His natural and pure little eyes flashed and blinked twice, and could not see the increasingly shy eyes under the flowing sea.

Peng Cheng looked at his fingers, looked back at Xiaodong in a magical way, and smiled in surprise. He reached out and grabbed the little fat man's collar and stretched him in front of him: "Xiaodong comes, who taught you to touch people like this? Ah? You little bastard, who did you learn from? Is this what you should do? Ah?"

"I'm not, I'm not, I..." Xiaodong struggled hard, and when Peng Cheng could hardly pull him, he suddenly stopped resisting: "Brother, I was wrong."

Peng Cheng brought the child over and let him sit on his lap. Xiaodong's reaction was extremely keen. This is a quick and good news. He was really smart: "Brother, listen to me, you, you really can't play today. Your mentality is broken. What do you think you are doing? My sister won't chat with you?"

Peng Cheng smiled and patted Xiaodong's head twice, but he couldn't be happy. He felt that his mentality was broken and he couldn't do anything anymore. He... what should he do to do?
Chapter completed!