"Where are you, Chengcheng?" Beibei mustered up the courage to call Peng Cheng. How worried was she? She was afraid that he was with that woman, so it would be okay if he called her. If he cut off his livelihood, it would be bad.

"I'm at home." The young man just woke up. To be precise, he hadn't really woken up yet, and he thought he was awakened by the phone ring.

Beibei suddenly felt a little sad. She remembered that the woman was with him every day and he didn't have the chance to call her, but as long as he got home and when he had time, he would call her. Today he was free, but he didn't call. She was speechless for a while and he didn't contact himself. What does this mean?

"I just came back and didn't sleep for two nights. I was sleepy. I didn't wake up if you didn't call me." Peng Cheng hurriedly repaired the bribe, saying nothing deliberately. He knew Beibei too much, and knew her as if he knew him. It was just a small pause, but he realized it.

"Are you going to work today?" Beibei said again.

"Go later, what's wrong with my wife? I have food, it doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about me."

"Have you bought the cotton coat?"

"Buy in two days."

When it comes to cotton coats, Peng Cheng was also upset for a while. This time, he was forced to go home again. It was really hard to justify himself when he went home without taking out his clothes. So he lied again. Fortunately, this time, the tall guy in the dormitory was matched with the door, and the tide was so smooth. Not only did he think of Nan Xin, but even Lao Dong believed it: "Okay, Lao Peng, since you don't go home, you can't live in the Internet cafe in the future. Where do you like to go after get off work? I can't let your wife come over to ask me for someone, saying that I kept you two here, so you won't go back."

Now Peng Cheng is like commuting. He takes a taxi to work every day and then takes a taxi back. Sometimes he will go to the nightclub to bring Xiangnan. Anyway, she has money, so she can just go back and forth! She just won’t make up the money for buying a cotton jacket.

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Beibei started to whisper again. When she heard that the cotton coat had not yet been settled, she felt a little excited, but she didn't show it: "I have two hundred, I can't buy it too well. It should be okay to keep warm. You can come out!"

At the end of the year, the unit was at the top of the 200 yuan bonus. It seemed like God was helping her. At the moment when she was desperate, the money came. She put down the phone and was very happy. She thought about it for a long time, but it was just for two hundred yuan. It seemed like it was fake. Why was it so powerful? She felt that the money was like a gold-edged ghost currency bill, which was often 100 million and 100 billion. She wanted to spend all her time on her pen, and she was so happy.

In today's era, if you can't marry a wife when you go to North Korea with these two hundred, what can you buy? But for her, two hundred is enough. She knew that there was a store that bought last year's down jackets, which were all discounted and very cheap. They could even choose for two hundred yuan.

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It was also very snowing that day. Beibei went out. It was just the time when the snowflakes had just risen. The wind and snow were like girls visiting temple fairs, flying wherever they wanted. The dream in the city was a dream. The temperature suddenly rose a little in the past two days. The snow fell on the ground and it turned into water. Beibei stood in the snow for a long time before seeing Peng Cheng wrapped in his coat, with a hippie smile on his face, and walked towards him from a distance.

He was thin and thin, with legs like chopsticks. Before he could see her, he held up the phone and was holding up something: "Wife, where is it? Hurry up, I'm done frozen."

Beibei smiled. It was a long time since she hadn't seen her. She seemed a little unnatural, as if there was no one around. It seemed that he was the only one in the world. She waved to him, held his cold hand, and looked back at his beautiful side face. He didn't look at her either. The two walked into the shop behind her.

It was a rectangular store, like a beautiful lipstick, a very narrow front, but it could go deep. The store also sells new seasonal models. As soon as Peng Cheng entered the door, he looked around. There were all kinds of baseball uniforms. This season was particularly fancy. The same style had almost all the colors that could be imagined. Next to the door, there was a white one, very much like the Adidas one. They had seen it together, so both of them stopped.

Peng Cheng reached out to touch it, and he stood there and looked at it for a while.

"This one is discounted at 369 yuan. If you like it, you can try it." The waiter always takes advantage of the situation. He seems to know his feelings better than Peng Cheng himself.

"Try it! Then what number do I have to wear?" Peng Cheng looked back at Beibei with a sensation, then turned back, as if he was afraid of seeing something.

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The discounted items were placed in the inner corner of the store. When Beibei saw the white baseball uniform, she felt a little slap. She remembered how good it looked when Peng Cheng looked on at that time. He liked it so much. Every time he mentioned it, he felt particularly regretful, but she had no money in her hand. The more she had no money in her pocket, the more she felt unsure. She wanted to stop him, but she was afraid that people would make people laugh. She secretly pulled him twice, but unfortunately she didn't say anything.

Peng Cheng tried his clothes and looked in front of the mirror for a long time: "Wife, how are you?" He turned around and glanced at Beibei, and saw her responding to him and lifting her embarrassed face. He turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror again: "It's okay? Can't catch up with that?" As he said that, he took it off, Beibei hurried over and took his hand and left.

The two left the store and turned into the self-service bank next to them. She asked him: "Cheng Cheng, do you still have money in your pocket?"

"No!" Peng Cheng said frankly with an innocent look on his face.

Beibei was frustrated: "Didn't I tell you? I only have two hundred, and there are dozens of tens." She said as she took out all the money and spread it out to him: "If you don't have any other money, that won't work." Beibei couldn't see what his expression of frowning from Sun Hou was like. She just felt so chilled that she could feel that Peng Cheng thought that she had in her pocket, and that must be still money.

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The two of them entered the store again. Peng Cheng picked a cotton jacket worth 1198 yuan. Except that it was not the new season, it was flawless, and even thicker than those new cotton jackets. He was a little excited. When he went out, he was just about to call Xiangnan. Beibei was confused, and Peng Cheng looked disgusted. She only felt that the woman looked very tightly at him, but only Peng Cheng knew that the time to go back with Xiangnan was about to come, and the call was expected.

He picked it up, turned around and raised his finger at Beibei, and placed it on his mouth, just covering the scar.

"Hey!" Old man was loud and loud, like a street fighter shouting a tits. The newly bought little jacket was dark gray with a fine black lattice, and a small jacket. If I hadn't seen this one at the end, and it happened to be the size he often wore, Peng Cheng wouldn't have planned to buy it. He grindled Beibei for two hundred yuan to have a meal. Besides, I'm talking about the clothes, wouldn't he still want to think about it?

"I'll go if I care about the food!" He said, and squeezed his eyes at Beibei, as if they were the same group. He did it on purpose so that Beibei sounded more pleasant. I wonder if Nan could ignore the food? She kept it in charge every day. Not only did she think Nan could not hear any problems, but no one could hear any problems.
Chapter completed!