"Babe, don't I have no money now? Wouldn't it be better if I have money?"

Don’t think that if you have money, everything will be fine. Hum! Less deceive yourself. For some people, it is the same at all times. You should be unable to think about it. You will still be unable to think about it when your life is better. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. It has nothing to do with what you are, and nothing to do with anything.

In this case, Peng Cheng almost told all the girls who had slept that he had never been tired of what Beibei was before and what Beibei was after. In short, he had no money until he met Song Xiangnan. Maybe it was because she was the youngest? Or what else could it be because of it? Anyway, she was the only one, and finally waited until Peng Cheng slowed down. Although the money was still not enough, he was finally replaced by him to support his family.

Raising a family and starting a family have always been different things for men. Peng Cheng always has an excellent excuse. He adheres to the principle that he must first make himself believe in it when deceiving others, so he has never saved enough money to get married. Perhaps in Peng Cheng's mind, everything in this world is not worth too much trouble. Just be good, how is it good? He has never had such a strong desire for gains and losses. How much is it? Then who knows? Peng Cheng feels that he really doesn't know the answer to this question, and he doesn't want to know, but he thinks that Nan has a judgment, and Nan's father has a judgment.

Men always understand men better. In the eyes of women, most of them are tacit, they are old drivers, and who hasn't ridden a bicycle on the brakes? Who would have thought that the father of Nan suddenly changed his mind. He abandoned his wife for thirty years, and now he has returned. He wants to remarry Xiangnan's mother by life or death. I don't know what the old woman touched him. In short, he fell in love with her again.

So the day when Lao Song came back, he trembled and drove Peng Cheng out of his house, resolutely not letting the girl marry this guy who looked like a wandering mage and could not catch up with the little radish head. But what the old man expected was that although Peng Cheng had no longer had his fabricated identity protection, Xiang Nan still ran out with him.

After that, I thought Nan would no longer have to work, and she no longer had to worry about not being able to make up the money for miscarriage. Peng Cheng would spend money on her and buy beautiful and cheap shoes. She liked those fancy shoes with beautiful beads. Ten pairs could not keep up with the price of one pair, anyway, it was enough.

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"Hey! What are you doing? Come out!"

Someone called him at the door.

Peng Cheng squatted alone in the corner of the wall of the cottage. When he heard someone calling him, he raised his head, and the tangled head-up patterns on his forehead became more and more intimate, close to each other. He looked at the person who came and stood up, and the bones on his body were clattering. He felt a little trouble, his lips were dry and he seemed to have no sense. He smiled at the man and licked gently with his tongue: "Your room is too cold, and my bones are so cold that my bones hurt."

Police officer Lao Hu snorted and walked into the room: "How can you not hurt if you squat there every day?" He pulled the chair next to him and sat opposite the young man. His broad big hand patted Peng Cheng's shoulder, then looked down at the foot of the Gozi chess plaid embedded deep on the floor: "This room, this plaid can't be removed, is it interesting to play chess by yourself?"

"Oh, hey! Brother, please be gentle!" Peng Cheng was patted like a disguise. Lao Hu's palm hit his body, which was so sore. He had just stopped heating. The room was much colder than outside. This small night, the flesh on his body seemed to have water in it, and it was wrinkled and uneasy.

"Where are you going? I'll give it to you!" Lao Hu was already familiar with him and asked him casually.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and asked for a cigarette first, but it was not lit in his mouth. The two of them walked out one after another, and as soon as they walked out of the door of the cottage, they looked at the large area of ​​sunlight, sprinkled on the white porcelain floor tiles. Peng Cheng looked at the warm sun on the steps at the door further away, and thought for a long time: "Okay, that's good too."

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Every time there was a quarrel, Peng Cheng would come to this room of the police station for a night, otherwise Nan would probably not let him go, and her father Lao Song would not let him go. It was so comfortable here! Except for the poor conditions, everything was fine. Peng Cheng always called the police himself, although he was always beaten, but who knew? He just felt very wronged, really wronged, and wanted to cry. At the same time, he felt that these were all his own faults. Who could understand? He was too lazy to defend anyone, and he didn't even know how to defend himself. How fragile the person who abused the violence was.

Peng Cheng sat in the passenger seat, his body slipped down, feeling that he was not as tall as the policeman Lao Hu. He had long passed the spirit of repeatedly denying himself. As soon as he left the door, the warmth of the sun shook him and he was reborn. The young man shook a small crack in the car window glass: "He is a cruel character. He is a ruthless person. He is still a comrade who has a good reputation! He has no delay in anything."

"I asked you to say it." The policeman said pretendingly, but he understood it in his heart. He hammered Peng Cheng's shoulder hard, and smiled as if he had taken advantage of it. Then he said, "Are you going home?"

"No, I'll go to Xiaobao to have a look first."

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Xiaobao was busy with a few workers pulled from the countryside next to the green belt in the suburbs. This was a pretty good job. If no one dealt with these tree seeds, they would have to rot on the street, but now they have been packed, which has become a serious business. Peng Cheng squatted on the side of the road and waved to Xiaobao from a distance.

"Brother, are you out?" Xiao Bao ran over and went to the deep ditch behind him to untire his hands, then rushed over while pulling his pants.

"Well, it's only twenty-four hours, and the police can't protect it for too long." Peng Cheng said with a smile, throwing the cigarette butt casually and stomping it on the ground.

"Brother, you and your sister-in-law either get married or get married. Wouldn't it be nice?" Xiao Bao couldn't say it was better to get married or get married, but he must be bad now.

Peng Cheng glanced at the worker hanging on the tree, and a large truck roared by. Twelve pairs of wheels made the ground rise and fall, rolled up dust all over the ground, and hit the face. Xiao Bao cursed in a low voice, and Peng Cheng closed his eyes. Who said it was not? Even he himself thought it was good now, and he could hardly find a new excuse to deceive himself, so Xiao Bao was waiting for his answer, but he had nothing to say.

He has money, and every two or three days, he can earn at least 20,000 yuan. He is just one cent with a small bag. How wonderful life is! Even an old man is sitting on his little bag, and now he is married. What's wrong with him? Why can't he do it? Not yet, what else can he do? But why does Peng Cheng feel that it's not possible?
Chapter completed!