I was impatient. This time, Peng Cheng worked very hard. The matter of going home made his head hot. The energy stirred in his body collided and encouraged each other. He felt that he was full of hot desires and endless power.

Xiangnan really fits him. She is probably the only one among all his women who can hold him. She vented almost all his emotions. The bad things were gone, and the bad things were gone. The only thing waiting for him was the desolate and comfortable things. Everything was calm. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the head of the bed, and emptiness followed one after another, who was very familiar.

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"Let's go back two years ago! Come to my house after the New Year."

Thinking of Nan Sheng's warm invitation, but it didn't make him happier. He pecked his cigarette and said, "Let's not talk about this?" Peng Cheng pulled the girl lying on her body, as if she had moved the annoying quilt, turned over and found a ashtray, and flicked off the ashes.

"What do you mean? Don't talk about this?" The skinny girl blurted out and asked him, relentlessly. She was aggressive and turned over and pressed on Peng Cheng. She glared at him angrily, and he couldn't help but unable to see himself.

"I miss Nan, Beibei has a good relationship with my mother. She is still at my house now! My mother recognizes her as her daughter-in-law. Can my mother give you a good face when we go back? Can she give us a good face? They are waiting for me to be outside and can't figure it out. Go back! What are we going back now? Let me go back and live with Beibei!"

Peng Cheng turned his body and argued with Xiangnan face to face. This was an access point for burning knives. He agreed that it would be the icing on the cake. If he said it was bad, he would die very successfully. But Peng Cheng had the courage to say that. If he said it, then we won’t tell your mother anymore. It would be better if we got married. But Peng Cheng knew that Xiangnan would not say that. Many of his charms came from the unscrupulous and rich mother and the ID card for eating.

"Then we're still old, we won't go back." Xiang Nan really chose the road that was even more difficult, and it hit the nail on the head. Fortunately, Peng Cheng was prepared.

"I don't think about it and wait until Beibei wants to open it. She is not so stubborn. Wouldn't my mother behave easily?" The young man looked very embarrassed. He pecked the cigarette lightly, and no longer needed to watch her. He picked up the remote control and continued to look through the TV.

"What's wrong, she doesn't want to open up, your mother still..." Before Xiangnan dialect finished, she suddenly snorted coldly, making Peng Cheng laugh. The girl suddenly became anxious and shouted, "Is that your mother or her mother!"

What's important? Peng Cheng laughed and threw away the cigarette in his hand. She was still in the condom: "Baby, you don't know. I had a child with Beibei. She had an accidental miscarriage because we always quarreled. We were very big in our belly, and she was filial to my mother. My mother recognized her. I was not married to her and I have lived with her for so many years. I can't bear to hurt her."

"Then when will she think about it?" The thin girl's brows became tighter and tighter as she heard it. She was extremely frustrated, but after thinking about it, she felt that Peng Cheng was right. He was a man of affection and kindness, so he couldn't do anything to his unreasonable ex-wife.

"I told her too? She hung up the phone as soon as she said it, but she stopped listening. If she didn't, she would give my mother a call." Peng Cheng's heart sank, relaxed, and suddenly felt a sense of sleepiness. He wanted to sleep.

"Old Peng, aren't you playing with me? She hung up the phone? Has she hung up the phone? I think you can't bear to leave others." Xiangnan suddenly straightened his body, scaring Peng Cheng so much that he didn't want to sleep. She sat up and looked down at him with her eyes sharp as if it could pierce his heart: "She doesn't look for you now. If you talk to her, you'll say you want to break up and let her move out of your house. Why can't it be okay?"

This is the test of the man's courage. Peng Cheng did not hesitate at all. He faced her eyes: "Can that work?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"She can't do it."

As if she had caught some handle, Xiangnan snorted again and reached out to pinch Peng Cheng's chin: "She can't do it? Why can't she do it? I think you can't do it!"

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Peng Cheng went to the Internet cafe himself in the evening, but now he couldn't understand it. Everything was messy. He started to talk so much, so much, and a strong sense of guilt. He felt that he seemed to be a serious sin. But what can he do! Women! He forced men to deceive himself, and forced them, but life did not leave him any room for him.

He opened the drawer, sorted out the money on the table, and stacked it neatly inside. He fiddled aimlessly. It was unnecessary, but he pulled out the box for the money, and it hit! A row of cards fell down, and the one on the top was a red card without words.

Peng Cheng looked at it for a long time, and he was a little creepy. Could it be that this is destined?

The young man didn't believe in any destiny. He just looked at the red card. He almost forgot that there was it. He picked it up, held it in his hand for a long time, turned it over and watched it for a long time, and it was exactly the same as when I saw it earlier. Perhaps even if the same card was used again, why would it be the same? This is his disaster, his greed cause and effect, so how could it have no fate...

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"You can't do it with her."

The uncle sat cross-legged on the kang and rolled a cigarette. The fine sun shone with a sticky soft light. The plastic cloth on the window had not yet been removed. The large area of ​​sunlight was not dazzling, but was just showing off warmth. Peng Cheng also sat cross-legged opposite him, and Brother Suo stood next to him, standing next to the kang Yaner.

After the Lunar New Year, the kang was not hot, so he turned around and sent Nanfeng. The house poured cigarettes from time to time, and rushed out of the not-so-tight cracks on the kang, and there was a little choking. Brother Suo kept coughing. His throat was not very good. The uncle stopped talking, and Peng Cheng stopped talking. He only heard Brother Suo coughing alone and couldn't stop.

Peng Cheng sat down there, looking very reluctant to admit defeat, and the veins on his neck stretched out for a while. The door suddenly opened and glanced! He screamed in anger, and a little bastard with black background and yellow hair walked in as if no one was left. He walked to the side of the kang and lay down next to the hot place, rolled his tail upwards and held it in his arms.

"I'm not very happy!" The uncle said lazyly. He straightened his waist and sat down again, as if he had never moved before: "There's nothing to do, you and this woman can't do it."

Peng Cheng lowered his head and prepared for a long time without saying anything. He suddenly laughed. He said to Brother Suo with a helpless look on his face: "It's up to you, and your life is all your own. Do you think it's Brother?"

"Peng, don't talk like that, this uncle..." Brother Suo hurriedly said Peng Cheng, but before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the uncle.

"Hey! Don't say he is all guests when you come, and there is no reason to pick guests." The uncle stretched out his arms and raised his high-ranking shaking: "It's normal. We can show people things, and we don't want anything. You believe it, it's better not to believe it! I'm still thinking that this child and that girl are not going to be together, but why do you think it's still destined? If he believes it, he will fall down. It may not be this fate."

The uncle was probably thinking about something. He lowered his head, and the sun was hot again, and the roasted made people's face look oily: "This young man is an extrovert, unruly, is there twenty?"

"It's twenty-fourth." Peng Cheng spoke terriblely.

"Twenty-four! You look young! You are gone from this rude and daring son, maybe this is not the result."

His old hands were fiddling with the cigarette roll, and the aluminum lunch box was about to be filled. One was rolled up. He licked the edge of the paper and dunked the cigarette roll: "Child! I heard that the girl is a well-educated person. I think that girl seems to be a non-stop, but it may not be necessary. This uncle can't see clearly. The problem with your mouth is not a problem, but you should have surgery! It's not good-looking, she has relatives, either."
Chapter completed!