She sat by the lake until the lake turned black, and Peng Cheng left. When he walked back, he called Nan. He was yelling like a lunatic, and insisted that he went to the central park to meet Beibei, and was calling out in a silence. Peng Cheng was too lazy to explain. It was difficult for him to find Beibei now. If he could find it, he would really go to the central park with Beibei.

"Okay, stop arguing. I'll get home soon, let's talk about it when I get home!"

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He said he was about to get home, but Peng Cheng didn't get home until almost midnight. When he came back from the park, he met someone and felt uncomfortable, so he went to the Internet cafe to sit for a while.

Huh! He was still a little trembling, his legs were trembling uncomfortably, and his nails were clattering between his teeth. Peng Cheng could feel that the woman was Beibei, Beibei, and he watched her go in, but he found a bottom in the entire hotel, but couldn't find her. So he stubbornly waited at the door of the hotel. So many people came out, went in, came out and went in, but the woman who looked very much like Beibei never came out again. Her head was shorter than Beibei, and she was far away across the road. Really, he was sure that she was Beibei, it was true.

At almost ten o'clock, the hotel closed. Unexpectedly, the woman never came out again. It was so fucking like that. Beibei was always disappointing. Peng Cheng pushed open the door of the house. The lights were not on in the dining room at the door, and the black mats and dark red floors under his feet were almost the same. The light in the big house must be from the TV, flickering, like the creepy light spots from the broken light bulb in the horror movie, sprinkling a long beam of light in the dining room. Peng Cheng walked over, he didn't change his shoes, thinking that Nan would never sleep at night. He knew she was in the big house, and she was waiting for him to come back, and he would definitely start a quarrel. He didn't need to prepare, just come.

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Lai Yangyang's girl was still lying on the bed and didn't move. The room was so quiet that it hurt. She could definitely hear the sound of him coming in. Peng Cheng's shoes were dragging hard on the floor. He pushed open the door of the big house, and a strange smell rushed over. The round table was placed in the middle of the room, with food, a large bowl of rice, a large plate of dishes, and two vegetarian stir-fry dishes each served half on the plate.

"My mother sent it?" Peng Cheng had already passed the hungry momentum. He looked at the meal and it was already cold. He had straight edges and corners that could only be imitated by cold food. He felt guilty for the so-called mother who loved him.

"Yeah!" Xiangnan said proudly. It was her dissatisfaction as the giver, and she forgot to continue to pretend.

"My mom finished?"

"Well, I'll eat downstairs." She still answered him sloppyly, holding her body up and looking at him with her eyes slanted. She wanted him to see her dissatisfaction, but he obviously didn't feel it deeply.

"Then you get up, let's have a meal, is it cold?" Peng Cheng picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up the dishes and put them in his mouth. He asked her in a fake manner.

"It's a little cold." He put down his chopsticks: "Then I'll boil the pot and boil water."

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There is probably only water in this family that can fill up. Peng Cheng turned on the faucet and connected a full pot. He couldn't help but think of the short-headed woman in his head.

"Come here, husband."

Xiangnan called him like a cat with his tail stepped on, and he quickly responded: "Wife, please wait a moment, I'm boiling water!"

She was probably lonely again, she was always lonely, she seemed to be unable to bear a person, she seemed to be domineering him, domineering possession, but she didn't really talk to him. She seemed to have any person she liked, even if her feet could step on him.

"Husband!" Another cry of cat-like cry was the most effective thing for Nan's memory to deal with Peng Cheng. Things seem to be not very effective now. Well, it's good and bad.

"I'm here, I'm here." Peng Cheng hurriedly burned water and entered the house: "What are you doing? Husband, I'll burn water."

"I want to eat fried skewers." Xiangnan sat on the bed with his head tilted, picking the greasy hard shell on her nails. She did it on purpose, and she would pick the hard shell on her mind every time she deliberately did it.

Peng Cheng was extremely tired. He saw her sneaking glances at his eyes. This was the most common opening remark of a quarrel. He felt his temples suddenly jump up. He could not expose her intention to quarrel, otherwise they would only quarrel more fiercely. He had to cooperate with her and think of other ways to coax her, which made people fucking frustrated.

"Professor Song! Isn't this good? Chili potato chips are so classic dishes. I can't even order the second one if you ask me to go to the restaurant. There is also this mushroom. It's so good to eat some of this stuff for your body. You can't eat fried ones, it's so big, and salt."

"I want to eat." No matter how well Peng Cheng said, Xiang Nan always had to follow this sentence, such as deliberately giving a talk to a man, and he could not end this flirting scene.

"Don't be so willful, be good at it! Ah!" Peng Cheng stared at her unresentful face. He knew what she wanted to do, but he didn't want to. He was so tired that he had no strength to prove that she could do whatever she wanted in front of him without reason. He wanted to eat calmly and then go to sleep for a while.

"If I hadn't had the cold last time, I wouldn't have to keep it like this this time." Xiang Nan's voice became cute and sticky, but that was just her pretentiousness, like an invitation. But it happened that it just stimulated him. Although Peng Cheng had been persuading him for a long time, he was still patient, but he suddenly lost his strength to see Nan's words.

The last time she caught a cold, she remembered the last time she caught a cold. His face turned cold, his lips were pursed tightly, and he looked at her eyes slowly glanced at the upper left corner, and his tongue licked on his lower lip, rubbing gently, and he was about to raise the sand.

The kettle screamed proudly. This was a good time. Peng Cheng hurriedly walked out and ran to the kitchen. He took the kettle and turned it back, poured the water into the rice. The hot water made the cold rice lively and seemed to be more relaxed. He said with a smile: "Wife, the rice is actually not very cold. It's better to soak the hot water. Get up."

I could feel that Xiangnan was sitting and not moving, Peng Cheng turned around to look at her, frowning tightly. No one knew when it started. She was fiddling with her mobile phone, and it must be the mobile game again. She sat against the head of the bed, and was slimly absorbed by static electricity on the wall, as ferocious as a female ghost with resentment, dying in the blue light of the phone.

"I love Nan, you can play again later. Let's have a meal. I'm hungry too." Peng Cheng continued to ask her, coaxing her as much as possible, for her mother's sake.

"You eat it yourself! I don't like it."

"Stop making trouble, have some food."

"Oh! I won't eat it." As she said that, I Nan pulled the quilt over the cover, and the sound was so loud that he was afraid that he wouldn't see that she was already angry.
Chapter completed!