It has been a long time since Peng Cheng has not had any news. Beibei stubbornly believed in what she doubted the most. She deceived herself, but she was so tortured that she was so tortured. Last time he called in a hurry, he said that Xiang Nan spent a lot of money just to tie him up and not give him the chance to leave, so they stayed in the Internet cafe together during the day and went to check in at night, and they went back and forth, and had no time to go.

"Are you sleeping?" Beibei was sad, with a trembling like a gossip in her voice, as if she didn't admit it, and she didn't know it, with strange and pretentious grievances, but Peng Cheng always seemed very confident.

"Wife, why do you mind this? I have told you that I am not buying my heart. If I hug anyone, I will think about you in my heart."

Beibei snorted and laughed out loud. How did she believe such childish words? How did she believe in him? At that time, she believed him so much, and her back felt as if it was sunny, warm. She even moved her eyes so much that she was wet because of this sentence. They could not speak or meet. Although she felt depressed, she still believed this straightforward lie. What's even more ridiculous is that she actually didn't know that Peng Cheng herself believed it.

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In the evening, Beibei went to the small street park next to her for two laps. She was tired, and her legs seemed to be wrapped in heavy objects, and she couldn't even lift them up. It was almost eight o'clock when she arrived home. The night was already hazy, but she was not sleepy at all. She was always very sleepy recently, but for some reason, she was not too sleepy this day.

Maybe she had been exiled for a long time, and there were too many things that she could imagine in her head. The body of the man and woman was annoying and angry. She could not think about anything. Sometimes she happened to think too clearly, and her thoughts were messed up like a hornet's nest, which made her unable to calm down. She really couldn't calm down. She had a premonition that Peng Cheng couldn't call her. Well, this felt bad, but she felt that he did it on purpose. She really didn't believe that the tall and thin woman would watch him in the Internet cafe every day. Wouldn't she go to work? How could she have time to pee around him every day? Even so, can she not even have time to go to the bathroom? Urinate enough to make a phone call!

Beibei began to wonder whether all this was due to Peng Cheng's unbearable heart, which made her at a loss for a moment. What a big topic, maybe she needs to spend time studying for a graduate school to think about it. She doesn't want this feeling to die in this matter like this. If Peng * doesn't want her, can she still afford to be herself, or can she do something before that? He doesn't want her anymore. Maybe she will really die in this matter. She can't imagine losing him now, but if Peng Cheng doesn't want her, then she feels that she can still let him go.

Is this her selfish? Is she loves him or her love? She suddenly felt better, who knows? She seemed to be less miserable, but this did not make her feel better for too long, and she fell into more questions again.

The sky was completely dark, and the clusters of flowers on the peach trees outside looked less white and bright. The moonlight was low, unlike the joyful birds at noon. The girl was sweating all over her head. She had just finished running and was very light. She stood on the balcony to drink water, pouring water from big bowls, and drinking so hard that she could not drink anymore. She held the bowl and looked at the large stagnant peach blossoms intently.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something. She put down the water cup, turned around and went to the door and put on her shoes again.

"It's so late, what are you doing?" Dad poked his head out of the inner room and asked her, bringing Fu Shuan's reading glasses and rubber bands, and piled up a firm layer of head-up patterns.

"I'll go out to buy something, Dad, I'll be back in a while." Beibei responded in a hurry. She didn't even dare to look up at her father. In a hurry, she couldn't wait for the old man to say something, so she hurriedly pushed the door and left.

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She took a taxi to the door of the Internet cafe, and she hid behind the big tree. She hadn't seen him for almost a month. For no reason, Beibei was a little nervous, or because of his intentions, she felt that she had no position. She wanted to see if he was really with that woman. If so, maybe Peng's chance wouldn't be there. If not, she could walk over and question him, how would he explain.

The wind was so strong that it was always strong around Qingming Festival, as if it was about to shave all the light souls away. Beibei hid behind a big tree, her head was blown to her eyes, and she didn't dare to stand on the side of the leeing, so that Peng Cheng would be able to see her when he came over. What if he really came with that woman? She couldn't cause him too much trouble.

If it was daytime, even if you were standing here, passers-by would definitely see her. Fortunately, at night, the lights on the street were so beautiful, but they could not even be able to illuminate the back of the big tree. This arrogant tree is planted with a circle of hedges surrounding it. It is special and stands alone.

Feng Dou's head came, raised the sand and hit Beibei's face. Her head was like a rolled flame on her head. She shook her head, and it was always useless, so she reached out to touch her.

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From eight o'clock to nine o'clock, a group of drunken and upset people came out in the hotel next to him. Beibei subconsciously hid in a dimmer place. Before Peng Cheng came, she stood in the windward vent of the big tree. She felt that the skin on her face was like stagnant oil, with a hard texture. When she went out, she didn't feel that it was too cold outside, but now her hands and feet were no longer her own. The wind was coming, and she could only stand up straight, like a wooden strip poked in front of the grave, allowing the white cloth tied to fly, and a lonely performance!

The muscles in her body were so excited that she was so cold that she wanted to cry, but she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry. She wanted to go back, but she felt that she couldn't stand it anymore. After raising her legs, her joints were also scattered, and her sour fists were sore and soft, and she couldn't hold them tightly no matter how hard she used, but she didn't care about these things.

Taxis drove by one by one, and she waited expectantly, leaning her head out from the darkest back of the big tree and looking at the intersection, but none of them stopped. She was a little desperate, thinking that they were probably still in the hotel! Sleeping naked, or... she was a little discouraged, lowered her head, and suddenly there was a darker color in front of her. She really wanted to cry.

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A taxi arrived, but Beibei didn't see it, nor did she have the motivation to drive. She just looked up casually and saw the two green cars parked on the side of the big tree, very close to each other, and then the back door of the car opened, and Peng Cheng got out of it.

So close, Beibei bent over and looked up, and he seemed to be right in front of him, looking reluctant. It seems that he had just woken up, and his expression on his face was dull. He was wearing the hoodie that Aunt Xue bought for him, tightened the rope on his hat, wrapped his head tighter, and stood in his pocket, waiting for the person sitting in front to come out.
Chapter completed!