Finally, she no longer struggled with love or not, but the money problem continued to bother Beibei, which made her head buzz. She didn't even have a red bill in her pocket, and she almost had no ammunition and food. It would be fine if she was just her own, she could go home for dinner anyway, but as for Peng Cheng, life is always difficult.

Beibei had no money, so he had no food to eat. The man who shared the rent had not come back one day. His little rice had bugs, and the fine little Ezi flew all over the room, but even so, Peng Cheng cooked rice and ate almost the same. During that time, he lived a similar life as those engaged in pyramid schemes. He was so thrifty that he hungry that he could eat less, and he could eat cheaper, which would bring him to the day of paying.

The young man's salary is almost the same as that of a girl. Beibei's seven hundred and eight hundred, and the two of them made less than 1,600 yuan together. After the rent was 25, there was still 1,350 yuan left. Materials will never appear out of thin air, and money will never increase for no reason. Before the salary was really started, Beibei had already counted all his income with his fingers, and finally Peng Cheng got the money that night.

"Why are there so much?" Beibei was puzzled by the pile of money that Peng Cheng gave him. She asked him, "2,437 yuan."

At that moment, the young man's shiny black eyes were full of cunning. He didn't answer, but just slapped over and hugged his girl tightly.

"Wife, do you women all like to count money?" He shook his body, stuck out his tongue and licked Beibei's earlobe, so ambiguous.

"I love to count, but I don't like to count money from unknown origins, and I'm afraid I'll be chopped up." Beibei breathed a sigh of relief, tilted her body to the side, avoiding him. She wiped her ears again, drooped her cold face, and she would naturally be unhappy if she didn't support her heart.

Peng Cheng pushed her away and said angrily, "What is the source of unknown origin. I have never made such clean money. This is my upgrade." He stared at his eyes unhappily, with confidence, and then pulled the girl into his arms: "I'm not happy if you say that to your husband." He jokingly hugged her tightly, pinched the circle of fat on her waist, and tried his best.

"It hurts!" The girl pushed him away with a mission, but she felt uneasy at all. She seemed to not believe him and avoided him further away. She threw the money on the kang.

"I broke your body and it hurt even more." Peng Cheng must have been reluctant, so he threw a sentence and stared at the girl in front of him, so he stopped laughing.

His words changed Beibei's face: "Can you die if you don't speak inconveniently?"

"No." He stopped refuting, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The two of them watched TV silently, and perhaps they didn't put their minds on TV. Peng Cheng kept caution while Beibei was arrogant and she was extremely confident. It took a while for the girl to doubt herself. His determination made her doubt herself more and more. So she approached him and put her arm against his arm, but he still did not respond, so she put her head on his shoulder.

"That's all my commission, shine shoes, one pair and two pieces." Peng Cheng finally heard the news. He shook her hand and pinched it like a pickled chicken feet that had been pickled for a long time, and it became deformed.

Beibei looked at him with her head tilted, and she seemed to feel the pain no longer. She let him pinch her, and she murmured to herself: "That 1,500 yuan needs to be wiped..."

"Don't forget it, it's about five hundred." Peng Cheng said as he stood up, as if straightening his back, making him look a little taller. He might be comfortable and not angry anymore. Then he said, "Wife, what do you want to eat? My husband will make it for you."

Before Beibei could answer, Peng Cheng had already moved out of the house and walked to the kitchen. For a while, the girl was still standing in a daze. She imagined the men taking off their shoes at the door. The men's shoes probably tasted strong, probably. No matter how few shoes were, they had to rub them ten times, okay, I guess they wouldn't do more than ten times. She would definitely not do such a job as shining shoes for people. For about five hundred pairs, Beibei looked at the money in her hand again. She felt that the thing was a little dirty, and her ears were trembling, and she shook her head.

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"It's the first time I've done this!"

She hugged him from behind Peng Cheng. She felt a little embarrassed and did not do so naturally for the first time. He was busy working shirtless in the kitchen, with a thin waist like a slender girl. He was really thin, and his waist was too thin to hold it. He easily turned around between Beibei's arms and then faced her face.

"Do you like to eat Master Kang?" Peng Cheng smiled proudly. The fragrance of instant noodles filled the whole room. He smiled and showed it to her, unable to bear to make things difficult for her, making her feel ashamed.

"I love to eat, I love to eat whatever you cook." That was a no choice. They only had instant noodles now. The girl leaned her head against the young man's chest. Fortunately, her length did not shrink much. He was half a head taller than her, and she could still lean against him.

Peng Cheng touched Beibei's hair and looked into her eyes deeply. It took a long time for the two of them to say no more. He seemed to want to kiss her, but he refused, so the girl was still unsatisfied. Maybe he felt that he should say something, so Peng Cheng said: "My wife, I never thought that I would shine shoes for others, but I want to be with you. I can do anything to be with you, but I have to have you."

Beibei's eyes were blurred, and her heart felt as if it was filled with honey, and she was stuck in sweetness and could no longer break free.

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The upgrade of 1,500 yuan, plus the salary of more than 800 yuan, plus the salary of more than 700 yuan, totaling 3,000 yuan. Last month, Beibei borrowed 1,600 yuan, and after paying it back, the two of them had 1,400 yuan left. The two of them were so excited that they felt that it was really a huge sum of money. It seemed that it was difficult to spend so much money. They planned to go to the supermarket the next day to buy things, milk, eggs, and so on. Beibei said she wanted to prepare inventory for her family, so Peng Cheng nodded.

This is indeed a good idea, right? They really went to the supermarket, and the scanner kept ringing. Beibei saw the number on it suddenly jumped by one hundred, and she was frightened. Peng Cheng looked down at her. Perhaps he noticed that she was very nervous and put his hand on her waist. The girl raised her head and smiled so badly at his face when she was asking.

Peng Cheng frowned slightly. He was unhappy. She understood, but the girl felt powerless. If she had spent 1100 yuan like this, she had to think in her mind that if there were still 1,300 yuan left to spend until next month, how much would it cost in a day?

Every day, two people can only spend less than 44 yuan. This money is enough for three meals, and they have to take out some of them to smoke. Suppose a pack of cigarettes is only seven yuan, which means that there is still 37 yuan left, which means that the budget for each meal cannot be higher than thirteen yuan. Peng Cheng came in with the fried dishes, sat next to Beibei happily, and secretly looked at the calculation results on his wife's mobile phone.

"You can only spend forty-four a day?" He tried to ask more relaxedly, and raised a piece of food and handed it to the girl's mouth to see her eat it.

"Well, it's over, what should I do! I'm afraid I won't have enough flowers." Beibei muttered and turned her head to look at him. He was sweating all over his head. He had just tasted the taste and was hanging on his mouth. He leaned over to Beibei's mouth and kissed him.

"Is it okay if I spend too much today? It's okay, my wife, I'll have a less meal tomorrow."

Peng Cheng never worried about not having enough money to spend. He always told Beibei that he could not eat hungry, so he didn't have to worry. As long as he had two meals, the money would always be enough.

"How can that work? How can you be hungry?"

Being prepared for danger in times of peace is generally a common problem for all women. Beibei cannot be so arrogant. A woman will only secrete hormones when she has enough money in her purse. It’s not that Beibei has no money to spend and is that she can’t make Peng Cheng hungry.

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Life passes day by day, and within a week the economic pressure becomes prominent. A pound of eggs costs four yuan. Peng Cheng is a young man in his twenties. If he only eats eggs, he can eat one pound in one meal. Beibei is worried about money every day. She is upset when spending too much. When she eats, she is not as upset as the table is full of meat and fish. The mutton soup is very cheap. The two of them buy some mutton and make mutton soup. Peng Cheng is very happy to eat flower rolls, but they cannot eat mutton soup every day.

Not long after, Beibei began to pack her bags all over her face. She couldn't come out, maybe it was because she couldn't come out. She didn't understand, and she became irritable, and she would get angry if she didn't go well. Peng Cheng kept holding it over and coaxed Beibei as much as possible. She kicked him again, maybe not very heavy, but she would always kick. His cute smile would never make Beibei urge to kiss him again. She just felt that it was his dedication to her, a great irony.

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Beibei suggested that Peng Cheng come to his house for dinner, as long as he told his parents that he was his friend, her open-minded parents would not care about it, but he insisted on going. He said that if he went home with Beibei for dinner now, his parents would never look down on him. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would not want to be her younger brother, he just wanted to be her man.

Beibei didn't really think about how to explain Peng Cheng to her parents. She still hoped to meet a man who was really compatible with her, rather than a child. Peng Cheng wanted to fall and get scabbed on her knee, which hurts when walking, and tear it off even more.

There was really no trick. On this day, Beibei packed the chicken legs made at home in a white steel box and planned to sneak out and bring them to Peng Cheng. When she was working in the kitchen and tiptoed to pick up food in the white steel box, her mother happened to meet her.

To be honest, maybe the best way to encounter difficult problems. She told the truth to her mother decisively, just talking about the relationship between her and Peng Cheng. She obscured some things and only said that he was pursuing her.

My mother is very generous with her children in the world. She is a kind and terrifying woman. She brought chicken legs for Beibei and put a lot of food on it. Before leaving the door, she said, "Beibei, you have to persuade that child, and you have to go back home!"

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The material was poor for a long time. When Peng Cheng saw the chicken legs, he seemed very anxious. While eating, he hugged Beibei's waist tightly, bit off the whole piece of meat on the chicken legs, and pouted and fed it to Beibei. In the girl's impression, when she was a child, her grandmother also fed her food like this. The memory was not very elegant. She felt a little stingy, but Peng Cheng refused to accept it. She didn't want to eat it, and he was very unhappy.

"Can you feel a little disgusting? I won't eat it."

"If I don't bury it, why do you always think I bury it?" The young man felt wronged. Perhaps for him, that was the regulation that lovers should have.

It was a coincidence that when Beibei's cell phone rang suddenly, she took the opportunity to take out the phone. It was a strange number with a large string of numbers. She guessed that it must be a phone call to cheat money, so she hesitated a little.

"What?" Peng Cheng leaned over, chewing chicken legs in his mouth, glanced at the number on Beibei's phone, and said vaguely: "You answer it! Isn't it cost to answer the phone?"

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The phone was very strange. Although it was connected, it was a long blank, with no noise at all, and nothing was blank. Beibei fed it twice, as if she had fallen into a bottomless pit. She didn't even hear her own voice, nor did she hear the usual echoes on the phone. She once hesitated. Just as she was thinking about whether to hang up the phone, Qin Tian's voice finally came out. It seemed that it had been running for a long time before he arrived. His voice was stretched, but she knew that it was him.

As if she was burned, Qin Tian's voice made her jump from the bed and walked to the window with the phone. The phone was very unclear and twitching. For some reason, the phone was very loud. There was no need to put it to your ears. Even Peng Cheng could hear Qin Tian talking, but the phone was too bad. No one of them could understand what Qin Tian was saying.

She was anxiously wandering around, looking for signals all over the room, and finally the phone was disconnected, but she didn't even hear a single word clearly. There was no sound, and there was no need to be anxious anymore. She sat back on the bed dejectedly, sighed, and could no longer hide it. Her heart was as bad as if she had been thrown to the ground, covered in mud.

Soon the phone called again. This time, Beibei answered before the ringtone became louder. Thank God, the call was very effective. Qin Tian said that Canada is very good, everything is very good. He lives in his sister's house and has good living conditions. Except for not being able to adapt to the foreigners who are full of foreigners, everything is very good. My sister's children look like Qin Tian, ​​and then he said, "Xiao Ben, I miss you."

"Tian, ​​I'm too..." She suddenly turned around and looked at the young man who was eating chicken. The boy didn't look at her, but just lowered his head to eat chicken. Beibei couldn't say what he thought of him, but she found that after Qin Tian left, she rarely thought of him.

"Ah, how is the school?"

"ah?"

Qin Tian couldn't react for a moment. He didn't seem to like this question very much. Beibei deliberately disconnected it, and it was abrupt, which made both of them embarrassed. He did not answer the questions about the school, and then talked about his little nephew's appearance, saying that he could hardly distinguish it from his childhood photos. Every time his father said this, his brother-in-law's face would turn into pig liver.

Both of them laughed loudly. She laughed so well that she deliberately paid attention to her voice. After a long time, he finally hung up the phone. Peng Cheng had already finished eating. He was half lying on the side of the bed and holding the remote control to call the channel back and forth. The sound of the TV was extremely small, and it seemed like a whisper, and it was almost impossible to hear clearly.

Beibei wasn't so stupid that she thought Peng Cheng's reaction was because he had nothing to do. He never vented his emotions randomly, but that didn't mean he didn't. She rushed to him and was cautious. Of course, she knew that endless chatting with Qin Tian was a kind of harm to Peng Cheng, but Beibei didn't know how serious this kind of harm would be. She thought she could control the development of the situation, but it was obvious that she would overestimate herself.

Beibei lay on the bed and pointed her head in front of Peng Cheng. She almost blocked the entire TV. She looked at him staring at the side of the TV attentively. He never looked at him, as if he was really watching TV. She shook her head in front of Peng Cheng. He still pretended not to see him. She leaned forward and hugged his neck. He was still the same. The channel was changed one by one, and no announcer could say the whole sentence.

"Are you angry?" Beibei asked slutty, and Peng Cheng didn't say a word.

She could only use her killer move, so she owed her body, stuck out her tongue and licked Peng Cheng's lips, feeling that he had responded to her kiss intently. He didn't seem to be planning to resist too much, and kissed her in a few seconds. Beibei continued to tease him and stuffed his tongue into the middle of his teeth. This time Peng Cheng resisted, but I don't know if it was true, but he compromised after only resisting for a moment, like a little leopard going down the mountain, turning over and pressing on the girl, biting her prey crazy and tyrannical.

The young man's hand cut the girl's clothes. If he was given this time, maybe many things would not happen in the future. Unfortunately, she still stopped him. He had touched her breasts, but he still compromised in the face of Beibei's blockade.

At this time, Beibei didn't know how beautiful and pure the relationship Peng Cheng gave him was, and she was so stupid that she didn't know how to cherish him.

Peng Cheng raised his head, and the collarbone was slightly sunken on his snow-white flesh.

"Wife, you still don't want to?" His chest was fluttering violently: "What do I want to do so that you can stop contacting him?"
Chapter completed!