Peng Cheng was hoarse and every word he said was so difficult. Beibei quietly wiped his tears on the other side of the phone. She couldn't help him with anything, and she couldn't go see him.

"Don't come to see me. She will come back to see you later. Isn't that bad? You have money! I'll be hundreds of dollars on this day." The young man said in a hoarse voice. He swallowed: "Wife, don't let me always say these things. My child is asleep and says everything. I didn't know what nonsense I said yesterday. She seemed to hear what I said. The nose is not the nose, the face is not the face, I think it is."

"Then what did you say?"

"I don't know either, wife, don't let me think about you. When I fall asleep, I will be joking in the middle of the night." He was very ill and became less and less sound as he spoke. It was like a shriveled strip of cloth grinding on the sandpaper and smoking came out: "Wife, I'm hanging up, I'll call you when I have time. Don't worry about me, she's coming back soon, I have to hanging up quickly."

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Peng Cheng stayed in the hospital for five days with this disease. Every night, he would call Beibei and listen to his voice getting better and better on the phone. Beibei became more and more relieved: "Cheng Cheng, if she is so kind to you, will you be more and more moved and fall in love with her?"

"No, what moved?" He said indifferently, which made Beibei feel much more at ease.

"Don't you feel moved?" she asked him tentatively, and women always like to confirm again and again.

"Oh! Don't tell me about her, just don't make any plans at home, ah!"

Peng Cheng didn't want to think more about it, he was always like this, which scared Beibei. Is it just that he didn't want to think too much? If it was true... no, she didn't want to think too much about this idea, that's right, she couldn't live without him now.

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When the Spring Festival is approaching, I want to go shopping every day. She bought a lot of clothes and always urged Peng Cheng to pick it up. He could feel that she loves money so much that she likes to mention his legendary home from time to time, and she can get money when she goes home.

He also wanted to buy clothes, but he had no money and was very worried these days, but he always had to go home and could not go back like this. In the simple and simple places in the countryside, he admired the rich man and the people who worshiped the high and the low.

"Husband, how do you look at my pants?"

Xiangnan wore a pair of pants covered with white sequins. At first glance, it looked like the shiny fish scales in the sun. Her slender thighs looked even longer and very eye-catching. Peng Cheng glanced at the girl who was twisting and twisting. He felt bored even if he looked good. He turned around and looked at the computer and said, "It looks pretty, it's just the same set as this top."

"Right! Husband, I'll go out to the street in the afternoon. You can choose a coat with me. I'll only have these three pieces this year." Xiangnan raised his eyebrows cleverly while speaking. Peng Cheng naturally understood what she meant, so he smiled, but did not answer.

During the time in the hospital, Peng Cheng once felt that Xiang Nan loved him so much. She was so kind to him and stayed by his side every day. But now, why do you feel like an illusion now? What if Beibei had so much money? Then she... she was afraid that she would not be willing to buy anything. He had not changed into a new outfit during the New Year for many years. He had no money with Beibei before, but now I never thought about him.

"You haven't come home for the Chinese New Year?"

"Not going back."

"Let's go home for the Chinese New Year!" Xiangnan lowered his head and admired the white pants on his slender thighs. It's almost half a year. It's time to talk to his family. She turned her head and stared at Peng Cheng with a sharp look, as if she could see through him: "Let's go back together!"

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"Go back?" Peng Cheng repeated casually, it was just a repetition, habitual and meaningless.

He thought in his head, and all the trust and love between Xiangnan was built on lies. Although this was not safe, he was still very confident in himself. Things were done by humans. He could make Beibei fall in love with him on lies, just like Xiangnan.

"Yeah!" The girl just snorted, but she was unquestionably determined. Yes, Beibei is no longer a problem, and there is no only the only way to go home next.

For Peng Cheng, this is really not a problem. He has trouble every day. It is because there are too many lice and itchy, so there is no need to take it seriously. He did not answer her and continued to play games without saying a word. The room was full of people, and the daytime was occupied by machines. The smell of smoke and sour smell filled the surroundings, making people drowsy. I didn't understand how to answer. It is wisest not to speak, but this is always an episode. His mind was a little confused and the game was messy.

"Will we go back to the first year or go after the New Year?" Xiangnan came over again and followed closely. She leaned against his arm and leaned her head against Peng Cheng's shoulder, as if she was in a good mood.

Peng Cheng shrugged helplessly. The topic made him feel upset. He was pressed by her. He felt very inflexible and wanted to pull his arm out. But Nan was obviously not happy. She raised her head and pulled it tighter: "What do you mean? Don't let it be pulled?"

"Can you relax? I'm dead." Peng Cheng pointed to the game, and he felt a headache. He pinched his temples with his hands. It was indeed even harder to deal with. No matter how outrageous a lie it was, Beibei could believe him, but to be honest, he would be suspected.

"If you die, die! Is the game important or I important?" Xiangnan raised his pretty face and looked at him, as if he was confident that he would be more important than the game.

Peng Cheng took a deep breath and turned his head away. Is this childish? Or is it too proud, why do women always force him to lie? This is true for Beibei, so is she, even...

"Didn't I play all this? Can you let me play with this first?"

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The time he finally bought, Peng Cheng was only concerned about the game, and he didn't understand anything. This hand always ended, but the opponent surrendered, who would have thought it would end so soon. Peng Cheng shouted at his teammates who were surfing the Internet behind him. The two of them lived in vain for a long time. After looking back, I thought Nan had forgotten what he had just said about going home.

She seemed very happy that the game ended so ridiculously, jumping and the two went to the Sichuan-style hotel next to her to eat stewed and boiled fish, but they were still unsatisfied! They were all very happy. They naturally had to spend a lot of money. Without the entanglement of money, what other conflicts can there be between people? I wanted to walk out of the hotel gate in the south, with a tall figure, arrogance and tackyness. She had to walk like a supermodel, and walked less than fifty meters to the north, a luxurious hotel.
Chapter completed!