"My wife, I will give you all my salary this month. Buy me a cotton jacket!" Peng Cheng curled up in the box at the end, Xiangnan was playing a very beautiful game next to him. He reached out to pinch the girl's clothes. Who knows the salary this month! It can be about 500 more?

"Don't, pull it! Don't give it to me." I didn't even look back, so I pulled Peng Cheng.

"What are you doing? I have to pay you all the salary in the future!"

She smiled carelessly, "Who do you love to give to whom."

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Boss Dong was depressed.

He didn't know how to persuade Peng Cheng. Song Xiangnan always ignored him under the bar monitor, .

"What's wrong with Lao Peng and his wife?"

His wife complained again. Dong Chong glanced at the surveillance computer at home. The tall and thin woman would sip her white neck every few minutes, and then sip her mouth. She was anxious and bit her. The next day, he deliberately glanced at Peng Cheng's neck, and there was a piece of red under the collar. He could see it clearly when he turned sideways. For some reason, he really saw it, but Dong Chong wanted to laugh. It's almost ten days! Peng Cheng has never been home, so he is soaked in the Internet cafe every day, eating, drinking, and urinating. He has never even left the door.

"Old Peng, did your wife get stuck with you? She doesn't look for you, you don't have a home or look for you. What's going on with you? You don't want to care about your son?"

Yes, if you don’t want your wife, you can’t even think about your son? Then who will become? Peng Cheng was also confused, but the son obviously didn’t exist, and he regretted that damn panic.

"My wife is fine. She is used to being alone. Otherwise, I will go home tomorrow." He looked at the boss who just stood up and sat down again. It was time to go home, and it would be unreasonable if he didn't go back.

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Want to Nan play on the back row machine, she didn't care as much as before. She would spend money to accompany Peng Cheng to the Internet in the Internet cafe, but she loved spending. She didn't want Peng Cheng to play, so she wanted him to sit beside her, look at her, and follow her. Peng Cheng did all these things one by one. What's the solution? Isn't men just making women happy?

Is Beibei giving him too much freedom? Or is he originally a person who likes to be entangled? Who knows? Although Peng Cheng felt irritable, he also felt at ease. All the needs of Xiangnan were like hot women who took off their clothes, silly and blatantly. His neck was green and red, all of which were done by her. She always stared at him greedily, turned his face to look at her, and found the fairly white skin. When she got addicted, she just sipped up.

Xiangnan glanced at the bar. She knew that the boss was saying this to her, so she deliberately pulled Peng Cheng and stopped him from speaking. The young man looked at her and patted her on the shoulder to make her feel at ease. Sometimes Peng Cheng also felt that Dong Chong had a little care, but he was bragging outside and was always guilty: "I'll say a few words, don't he know?"

Xiangnan let go of her hand in disappointment. She was so angry that Peng Cheng had to pretend to be angry: "Or it's time for me to go home, go back to get some clothes."

Xiang Nan suddenly widened his eyes and pulled him hard: "It's time for the salary to be paid, you want to go home to get your clothes."

"Isn't there any way I can do this? Why would my mother call me too? How long has it been?" Peng Cheng stood up, lit a cigarette, and hurriedly looked away.

"Then you go back! Don't come back in the future."

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Last night, when I thought Nan Gang left, Peng Cheng went to the door to pour out the remaining fat intestines. The ice sliver under the eaves hung upside down. When he pushed the door, he bumped into it. The icicles like bamboo shoots fell down and fell to pieces. This person could grow so long, so it was so dangerous. He was still thinking about knocking them off with a hammer when he came back. Unexpectedly, it fell down when he came back. As soon as he entered the house, he called Beibei first. It was because she loved him the most and thought about everything for him.

"Wife, where are you at home?" Beibei will definitely be at home at this time. She is an obedient girl. The night did not belong to her, and those dirty things should not belong to her, Peng Cheng knew it.

"Well! I just came home, and it was too cold outside today. Have you bought a cotton jacket?" Beibei seemed to have prepared it, and she was probably thinking about it for a long time.

"I'll buy it in two days and everything has been arranged." The young man felt aroused and he felt a little panicked, not wanting her to worry too much about himself: "Wife, she asked me for a salary, so I'll give her all the salary."

"Oh!" Beibei suddenly choked in her heart. She felt uncomfortable: "Then you give it to me! You have food and accommodation so much, and you should give your salary to others."

"Let's talk about it!" Peng Cheng didn't expect her to say that. He said this so that he felt so unhappy that he felt so nervous that he didn't seem to be looking for something.

"You give her salary, can she buy you a cotton jacket?"

"It should be possible! I said she agreed that day."

"That's good, that's good." Beibei responded lonelyly. It was not too uncomfortable, it was just lost, but she was very disappointed, so she didn't let him show up.

Peng Cheng keenly felt her loss, which made him a little happy: "Wife, don't take it to your heart. When I recover, I will go back to find you."

"Well. It's okay. If she can treat you sincerely, you can live with her and don't worry about me."

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Is he your lover?

Um!

Then does he love you?

Well……

Does he think you are a relative?

Well...No.

Then what are you?

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Does Peng Cheng have cotton coats? He agreed to buy them when he started paying. The day for salary has arrived. Have you put it on?

After agreeing to not think about it, Beibei sat in front of the window and thought about it. She had never been to the wilderness outside the window, but just looked through the glass window, which looked different year round. The girl was afraid that she could not afford to support Peng Cheng by prostitution. She still knew how he spent money. She might not have enough money to buy cotton coats.

Beibei took out her cell phone and looked at the weather. It was ten degrees below zero. The wind was blowing everything that could be rolled up. A diagonal line hit the ground. She seemed quite afraid of people. She subconsciously hid behind her. The suburbs were colder than in the city. She put on a cotton jacket and hurried out of the office, and walked around to the windward position outside the hall. She wanted to feel how cold the wind was.

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How could he bear it?

Beibei turned around, like a soldier who had received a secret order. The belief in her heart made her step faster. She ran to the door of Shao Baige's office in two steps, but she hesitated just after raising her hand. After thinking for a while, the girl dragged her steps back. Can she still borrow money from him?

She walked back to the office and sat in front of the window and looked at the wilderness. She was alone and worried about the wind. Who could help anyone? Beibei lowered her head and sighed. Unconsciously, she shook her body back and forth, creaking, and the chair was ringing, but she didn't realize it. Suddenly, she stood up and headed for the door. Just as she walked a few steps, the phone rang.
Chapter completed!