After that, Peng Cheng began to monitor everywhere. He would often call Beibei, trying to fill all her free time so that Qin Tian could not call as much as possible, but this was not easy. However, this still had a certain effect. At least the chance of catching ghosts often by the river would be higher. Finally, one day Beibei was caught by Peng Cheng when her mother arranged for a blind date.

Do people really have a sixth sense? Beibei guessed that others didn’t, but Peng Cheng must have it. Whenever he did something bad, he would always find out at the first time. He was clearly in a hotel and in a workplace, and his mother had just informed him of a blind date. She couldn’t understand. How did Peng Cheng know? Not only did he call Beibei as soon as possible and told him that he was not allowed to go anywhere.

But where does this sixth sense come from?

Peng Cheng was extremely angry. He thought of her every day, but she never thought of herself. He could always see her holding a phone, but the phone never called him. He pondered his phone and kept looking at it. It had been a whole day. He had been waiting for her, but she didn't even say a word. He thought of last night, and last night she was calling again. To be honest, he didn't know who that person was, but that person must be a man.

He couldn't stand it, he was so angry that he was so angry that he had to tell her clearly. He took out his cell phone and called, and then Beibei really answered it. She said hello. For some reason, she answered the phone so much that he was a little scared. She talked to him in a coquettish way, or that wasn't too coquettish, not even more coquettish, but he listened, it must have a taste.

So the guys he had thought of went back to scream. When he heard her say he was fed, he would be frustrated, but he still warned her that despite his lack of confidence, he didn't even say a serious word: "Wife, what are you doing?"

"I haven't gotten off work yet, wait!" Peng Cheng was so serious that the girl felt guilty. She had already cleaned up and was about to meet the man who was on a blind date.

"Wife, you go home early in the evening. Call me when you arrive." This is not what he said in his heart. He didn't dare to say what he said in his heart. This is nonsense, so that the phone doesn't look so stupid.

Peng Cheng drooped his back and curled up on the stool in dejected mood. He wanted to smash his phone, so he pinched it hard. What should he do!

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This blind date was arranged very urgently. The man was eight years older than Beibei. He was an overseas Chinese who had lived in the UK for many years. He had a tight time in China, so he could only meet him in a hurry that afternoon. So Beibei answered the phone and asked for leave and went there.

Why go there?

Maybe it was because she wanted to go, but she didn't want to let herself know that she wanted to go.

She warned herself of another reason that seemed more reasonable, because Beibei had not mentioned Peng Cheng's affairs to her family, and she was not sure that Peng Cheng was the person she was looking for, so she had to go. There were many reasons for uncertainty. First of all, he was a child. The age difference of four years old made her feel that the two of them were more like mother and son. What's more important is that even though the hole in Peng Cheng's mouth was no longer visible now, she had seen it there before.

The date was set in a cafe, which was said to be a small shop converted into a first floor of a residential building. It was not a tasteful place. It was just near Fanlou, under a big locust tree, and the environment was still ambiguous.

Most people living in Britain are so rigorous. He came just right, neither too late nor too early. He left a trace of sunshine behind him and looked very energetic.

This man is mature, steady, and thoughtful. He will give Bebela a chair. In this small city, he is indeed a happy man with a rare little temperament. He dressed like a guy who had traveled from the 1980s, and he didn't even button up the buttons of his long windbreaker. He smiled and walked to the brown leather chair in front of Bebe, and sat down and introduced himself.

After seeing many monsters on blind dates, this man made her eyes lit up. He spoke well and introduced her many hobbies. In the end, one of them really aroused her interest.

He said that people use abroad, and he said that it was a kind of politeness.

"This is a kind of respect." The voice of the returned overseas Chinese was like silk, making Beibei feel very comfortable. He told her that the should be matched with different occasions and clothing. For today's blind date, he specially sprayed this one.

It was a very nice English sentence, but Beibei couldn't understand it. She only knew that his tongue said one word, but it was different from the Chinese pronunciation, and she couldn't even hear a number. She only remembered that the man did not stretch his sleeves under his nose, but just shook his wrist gently. The faint smell floated into Beibei's nose like he had found home, which smelled so good.

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The sticky earthy yellow light seemed to pull everything slower. Beibei smiled slightly. That cheerful smile was probably different from this sexy light. She was not very compatible with all of this.

The music was so gentle that it was about to stop. Beibei heard the sound of her cell phone, which was like a hammer on her head. She knew it must be Peng Cheng. She took out her cell phone and saw that it was him. He had never disappointed her before.

It is obviously inappropriate to answer Peng Cheng's call on such an occasion. She felt that she loved the man in front of her and that he swayed his -filled sleeves on his nose, which tasted much better than a cigarette, so she did not answer the phone, and then mute the phone and threw it back into her bag.

The chat continued in the smooth atmosphere of coffee. His gentleness and elegance made Beibei more and more obsessed. However, the sounded good, but after smelling it for a long time, I felt that it was not very good. At least he looked very disgusted.

"You Chinese women have long forgotten their women and have forgotten to dress themselves up, so you Chinese women live too much."

She didn't hear his contempt, she couldn't hear him, she didn't even hear him say you Chinese women, so she said, following her consciousness, the direction that the chat should have: "Yes, life is so difficult, how much money can you do toss these things."

Western-style meals tasted relatively slow, not because they were slow, but because they served too slowly. Two hours later, they finally finished the meal. For some reason, Beibei was not tired at all. She was still unsatisfied, and he also seemed to be very happy. Then he politely sent her to the bus.

Before getting on the car, Beibei turned around and smiled at him. She paid attention to the angle carefully and did not make herself smile more like Yao Chen. Not all men can accept that big mouth. She looked at the returning overseas Chinese who waved to her under the car and felt that he should not hate her!

The car drove away, and she did not forget Peng Cheng. This was her only reason today, which made her uneasy. Beibei took out her cell phone and guessed that Peng Cheng had probably made a lot of calls. Just as her mother called at this time, she said that the introducer called and said that the overseas Chinese returned home felt that it was not suitable. Beibei instantly seemed to wake up from a dream, and the smell of immediately dissipated. Reality cruelly told her that people obviously don’t like the fragrance of soil, and her literary style may be too down-to-earth.
Chapter completed!