Beibei's mind was blank. She looked at Peng Cheng's face in amazement, which made him finally scared. His deep brows twitched timidly, and he tried his best to hug her tightly. In his arms, "My wife, I shouldn't be, I can't control it." He apologized in panic, at a loss, and spoke incoherently.

Beibei also apologized in her heart, but she didn't say it.

Peng Cheng's fingers were combed in her hair repeatedly. He wanted to relax her stiff body. He said, "I scared you? I won't do this in the future. Don't be afraid." When he said this, his arm tightened, and it seemed very sudden, like a physiological twitch.

"Tomorrow, my wife, my husband will buy you a new phone number tomorrow, don't worry." He said as he brushed away the tears that were overflowing from Beibei's eyes.

Actually, he didn't know that Beibei was not worried about any phone calls. She was worried about him. She felt that she seemed to have ruined him.

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The next day, Beibei received a new call, a small cell phone with black and blue edges.

After the boiling fish in water, she knew that Peng Cheng had already lost all his money and still owed Sichuan restaurants the money for boiling fish in water. Not to mention the phone number, he was afraid that smoking would become a problem. Peng Cheng never told Beibei, so he endured it without smoking and pretended to have quit. Sometimes when Beibei saw it, he would buy him two boxes. This small phone was definitely not from the strong wind, so where did it come from?

Peng Cheng said that the money for buying the phone was bought by his aunt. The aunt was afraid that he had finally found a girlfriend, so she ran away after a phone call, so she gave him money and asked him to buy a new phone number for Beibei.

The girl didn't want it, nor did she think that something was a must-have. She asked Peng Cheng to return the phone and send the money back to her aunt, but Peng Cheng refused. He forced her to hold her phone, saying that once she used the phone he sent, she would not call other men again. She was short-speakable, and the phone would remind Beibei: "I'm there!" He said, but he was obscure and refused to look at her. Both of them understood the meaning.

Beibei cannot understand how Peng Cheng's love can be like this without principles. She feels that if she had been betrayal like this, she would definitely not be able to bear it and she would definitely give up on him. She looked at him and was often in a daze. He almost used all possible methods to make him good to her. As long as Beibei can fall in love with him, it seems that anything can be done. Even in her heart, he can only rank second. He firmly felt that as long as he squeezed without making any means, he would eventually stand in front of the front day.

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The season when white lotus flowers bloom is particularly distinct, greener and reder. At noon, Beibei came to the lotus pond where white lotus flowers bloomed and was about to bloom, and the cluster should be dazzlingly white.

Qin Tian called last night, and he said that his school was very good and the dormitory was also very good. Next door was a white girl, who also studied medicine. Outside of the brain, she looked very rational, like a psychopath, and a brown man. He said that the man was born on the same day of the same year, month and day as him, but he grew up several people, like an orangutan.

"Will you not live at your sister's house in the future?" Beibei asked him tiredly. To be honest, she felt very tired, but she couldn't help but not ask.

"No, I like living alone, and I can't get along with my dad."

"Well! It's good if you think it's good." She seemed careless, just as careless as him. The two of them had a cold conversation on the phone. He was in such a novel world, but she didn't know what to say. Fortunately, neither of them realized it, and they had some tacit understanding.

"Xiao Ben, how old are you?"

Qin Tian suddenly asked her, and Beibei hesitated for a moment. She thought he would know: "Thirty."

"Oh!" He seemed to be trying to speak but stopped: "How many degrees are there today?"

"Ah? Wait a moment, let me see how many degrees you are."

"It's not here, how many degrees are you there."

"Oh! It's about thirty degrees!"

"Oh!" He was embarrassed and wanted to speak again: "Be careful not to heatstroke."

"Yeah!" Beibei smiled.

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In the evening, Beibei went to Sichuan restaurant to find Peng Cheng. On the way, raindrops floated on the sky, sandwiched in the wind that was reckless, and it was a little cold. He called and said something was wrong, but he didn't know what was going on.

After standing outside the door for a long time, Peng Cheng had time to come out. When he came out to see her, the rain stopped, but the wind was still as cold as the wind blew away the dullness of the day. The clothes with black background and red flowers should not be dirty, but I don’t know how to deal with them in this hotel. They were dirty and sticky.

His white face narrowed his eyes and smiled purely and cleanly. He saw Beibei from afar, and he raised Lao Gao like a donkey with his tail lit up and ran over. The young boy was far less calm, lively and straightforward. Peng Cheng took Beibei's hand and stuffed it into her hand for 300 yuan. Then he couldn't stop smiling and glanced at her reaction one by one.

“Where did this money come from?”

"Brother Lu and I went to do some work for a boss, and the boss gave it to you. My wife was the first to think of you. I originally wanted to buy you some clothes." He said, pulling out Beibei's handbag, finding out the wallet, and stuffing the three hundred dollars into the wallet. "But I thought about it, I don't know what I can buy? Do you still like the thing?"

"Then you keep it for yourself! Don't give it to me!" Peng Cheng put it down just now, and Beibei also picked up his bag. Just as he was about to take out the money to give it to him, Peng Cheng held it down.

"Wife, it's a woman's business to take care of money. The man can't care about this thing. You can buy it for me if I want!" Beibei felt that she should refuse, but at that time, looking at Peng Cheng's face, she was in a daze. Only this time, she didn't react.

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If your lover asks you to bind you, maybe that's because he really loves you.

After giving the money, Peng Cheng ran back to the Sichuan Restaurant like a flying fly. Beibei stood alone next to the Sichuan Restaurant. At the dark intersection where few people passed, the street lights could not light up her. He held the three hundred yuan that Peng Cheng had just given her. The feeling of warm sweat made the money look even more dirty and sticky.

He ran in front of her. The cold wind made him tug his arms, and his legs were invisible in his thin trousers, but he moved quickly. When he arrived at the door of the Sichuan restaurant, Peng Cheng turned around. He looked at Beibei who was blurred in the darkness and suddenly stood up. Then he jumped and waved at her, anxiously asking her to leave quickly.

But she couldn't move her footsteps anyway. The three hundred dollars stuck to her heart like a seal, so she waved at him and asked him to go in quickly.

Peng Cheng turned around. He seemed to want to enter the house but there was something unfinished. He had to look back at Beibei. This seemed to be a difficult decision. After a moment of struggle, he ran back with his arms tied.

"Baby, go home quickly. It's so cold tonight." Peng Cheng's almost cold arms were not warm at all. He strangled her to his body hard: "I have to go to work, don't stand here, I have to worry about it!"

Beibei nodded, and in Peng Cheng's slightly tight hug, then held his hand and walked towards the Sichuan restaurant without saying a word.

After getting on the bus, the coldness of the night rain was not so urgent. The air in the car was probably not circulating enough, which was so dull that it was unpleasant. Beibei received a message from Peng Cheng, and she pinched her phone and was in a daze.

"My wife, I heard that there is a fruit called durian, which is very delicious. You can buy some to try it."
Chapter completed!