"You can take these two hundred yuan and don't come back." Beibei said with a smile, and it was quite like a joke. Peng Cheng's hand that received the money paused, but he didn't take it back, and stopped in the air. He looked at her, with bright and clear eyes, and the naked one was also looking at him. He snorted and laughed out loud, quite informed, and seemed to think it was a joke.

"How can that work? Throw me to the North Pole, I'll come back to find you." He raised his eyebrows and reached out to pinch the girl's face. Both of them followed the trend and felt disappointed.

"Be careful on the road." She took a step forward, lowered her head, and placed her hand on the back of his cold hands.

"Well! Don't worry, with you, I can't die."

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This is how people are. They can't see anything clearly with the naked eye. They will obviously be a lonely journey, but they always think selfishly that someone will accompany them, whether they are alive or dead, and they will never leave them, as if they are in a cage.

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I thought he could walk for how long! Beibei didn't close her eyes all night. What she wanted was always different from what she wanted. She agreed not to be sad, and she agreed not to come back after leaving. Alas! Maybe it felt like a robber, she was obviously unwilling to do so, but she was not controlled.

Before the sky was clear in the morning, Peng Cheng sent a message saying that he had arrived home. It was only a street. Beibei's heart was completely relieved. He didn't feel it was hanging. He finally let it go, and he felt comfortable, and realized how tired he was to stay there.

A man was about to leave for no reason, and then came back for no reason the next day. Beibei was confused. She felt that there was a big problem in this. If Peng Cheng left with two hundred yuan, nothing would have to do with her, but when he came back, he could not ignore it anymore.

The haze of the day finally came to a few drops of rain at night. The weather was probably even hotter because of the moisturizing of these drops of rain. There was no Peng Cheng in the bathhouse. The one who came to work was a young man who was as slender as him, a younger man. He was trembling. He was wearing Peng Cheng's jeans with legs hanging on his legs, revealing a long ankle. The white shirt was loosely placed on his shoulder, as if he was wearing a hand towel. He said, "Sister-in-law, my brother Peng has something to do with me today."

Beibei stood in the magnificent lobby of the bathhouse. She didn't even have a guest. She looked at the young man's nervous look and he was sweating. She smiled with embarrassment, and she smiled very hard.

"Why do sister-in-law, please call Brother Peng, is he at home?"

The bar was a round girl, not tall, as white as Peng Cheng. She had a chicken-collared T-shirt that exposed the bleached upper half of her round breast, like two fresh and plump honey peaches, swaying back and forth under her white neck. The slender young man was hunched over, glanced at the girl in the bar like asking for help, said, took a look, and was eager to travel back and forth.

"What do you think I'm doing? I don't know anything." She was very calm. After being watched by the young man for a long time, she said to him. When the girl saw it, she was a master with many battles. She knew something, but she was not guilty at all.

Beibei also turned around and came back. She couldn't say anything. Nothing was all about her own business. It would be best if she could argue with Peng Cheng. If she didn't understand, she wouldn't make any mistakes and asked others. The girl hummed from her nostrils, looked at the nervous boy in her eyes, and turned around and went to the house where Peng Cheng rented.

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Peng Cheng was not at home, he had always been regular, but today the room was surprisingly messy. The ground was full of garbage, the boxes of instant noodles left over, and the quilt was piled on the bed like shit, which had a sour smell on the man's body. As soon as Beibei pushed open the door, he frowned by the sour smell in the room. He turned his hand and opened the door to the maximum, and opened the window again, letting the air outside with the fragrance of dust and grass blew in, and then he felt a little better.

All of this made her more angry. She didn't see him. She raised her leg and kicked the plastic bag in front of her. The thing only rang twice, not even a crisp and shiny sound, which made people even more annoyed. She took out her cell phone and dialed Peng Cheng's phone, but he didn't answer. Not only did he not answer, Peng Cheng did not come back immediately. Beibei's phone was like calling God, and he had no rest.

She was a little confused and sat on the bed. When the bulging anger in her chest disappeared, she began to clean up the garbage in the room. When she threw all the garbage out, Peng Cheng had not yet called back. The doubts and uneasiness that were stuffed in the girl's heart finally made her extremely angry.

She was powerless to turn things around again. This anger made her lose control. She turned on the TV and looked at all the channels. Her hands were changing back and forth in a trembling manner. In fact, none of them were watched. Half an hour later, Beibei finally waited for Peng Cheng. He pushed the door and entered the room, so embarrassed that his legs seemed to be unable to lift. Seeing Beibei standing by the bed, maybe she didn't expect that she was still waiting for him. She was stunned at first, then she felt relieved. She came to her eyes a few steps and hugged her tightly.

"Where are you going?" The one who spoke first was always more anxious. Beibei couldn't wait. She clenched her fists and let Peng Cheng hold her, suppressing the anger in her heart. She didn't know what Peng Cheng had done, but she felt that she couldn't control it. She almost wanted to be furious, or in her heart, she was furious. He was a disabled person who was so tactful to him. She didn't know what extravagant things he could do to make him angry.

"My wife, I was wrong."

Peng Cheng seemed to have no strength to turn his mind and think about what to say to quibble for him. He was too tired, so it would be fine, which would save everyone from guessing and questioning each other. When he accepted it, she felt comfortable and seemed to be more confident.

"What are you doing?" The girl raised her voice, making the problem seem more unquestionable. She had been waiting for a long time. The anger that had been calmed down in the past half hour turned out to be rekindled in just a few seconds. Beibei repeated her question again, which was louder than the previous sentence, as if she was deliberately acting for him. She pushed Peng Cheng away with all her strength, which was so dramatic that she was amazed herself. Why did she love acting so much?

He could not hold his hope, Peng Cheng sat on the bed, like the cowardly man with sexual dysfunction in all TV series, sitting beside the bed, with his arms resting on two spread legs, perhaps only by looking there could he be sure that the thing was still there. He clenched his fingernails with his hands, and the muscles on his face twitched twice, and he looked at Beibei again.

"This is not the important issue for his wife now." He seemed terrible: "I took a thousand yuan at the bar, oh!" He might have held his head with his hands like in the TV series. After he finished speaking with emotion, but he didn't. He leaned back directly, as if everything was over, and everything in the world was meaningless. Peng Cheng had already merged into heaven and earth, and he lay on the bed.

For some reason, his dead look made her even more uncomfortable.

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"Why do you take the bar money?" Beibei almost roared. At that moment, she really felt that it was her own roar. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really understand herself.

Peng Cheng did not answer her question. For him, she was no longer important. He was still lying calmly. He wanted to lie down like this for a while and forget everything that had just happened. But his attitude made Beibei even more angry, so she roared again: "Can you sit up?"

Peng Cheng was extremely tired, but he still sat up with himself, and he was like a cowardly man who couldn't stand up. All his facial features were drooping. In fact, he really wanted to beat anyone now, maybe he would feel more comfortable in that way. Also, the person he didn't like to see in his kung fu was Wen Beibei.

"Brother Yi and I were arrested by the police and fined 1,000 yuan. I didn't have the money, so I took it from the bar." Peng Chengwei felt aggrieved. He didn't know what he wanted to get from Beibei, and he might not want anything.

"Where is the money in your hand? I gave you two hundred yesterday!" Beibei continued her roar. She had been pinched by money for too long. The most unheard of is that the word "money is gone".

"Lost."

"What did you say?" the girl asked him with her eyes squinted, it was extremely dangerous.

Lost? She felt that she heard Peng Cheng say that he lost the money.

It was like a multiple-choice question, a\b\c, but the answer was d, which caught her off guard.

"I lost that thousand dollars, and I also lost the 200 last night."

Peng Cheng threw this sentence and finally made Beibei's anger reach its limit. She finally understood what he meant. He lost the money. That was their hard-earned money. She saved money for food. She used it to support him. He didn't eat or do business, and he lost all the money.

Beibei raised his arms without thinking, put all his strength into it, and slapped Peng Cheng on the face with a crisp sound.

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When I was a child, Beibei saw her uncle beat her aunt. Her aunt was a beautiful and gentle woman. Her uncle got angry. Most of her aunts were so arched. At that time, Beibei always hugged her younger brother and hid in the small room. Her younger brother would wipe her nose and say to her: "Sister, I hate my dad, he always beats my mom."

Beibei also hated her. She couldn't understand why the uncle who loved her usually had a lot of love for her. When she smiled, her eyes were stuck in the flesh, and she couldn't see the majesty and could only see the kindness of her aunt. He also hit her viciously, gritting her teeth, as if she had a deep hatred. The beating made Beibei scared from her heart. What was afraid of was not that fierce look, but from the heart, the uncle who had no eyes laughed.

She was really too angry. It was a completely subconscious conditioned reflex. She looked at her hands and Peng Cheng's slightly raised head. She lost her brain. No, if she passed her brain, she wouldn't regret it like she is now. The sound was so loud and with a snap, Peng Cheng must have been unprepared, so it was just that right? He would definitely hurt! Beibei's eyes were sour, and she couldn't see him clearly before she could see him clearly.

"Wife, to hit me?"

Peng Cheng sat there without moving. He raised his head to look at Beibei. His cowardly body just now was no longer cowardly. He held the girl's face with his left hand. His dark eyes were watery, a little, a little, and it became more and more flickering. His thin shoulders trembled. The grievance seemed to be exiled, abandoned, and empty.

After a while, as the moment in his eyes became brighter and brighter, Peng Cheng lowered his head. Beibei didn't see tears, but she could no longer deceive herself. He was really sad. She knew that he was sad and fell to his eyes in one step. His shoulders were drooping. Beibei gently took away his hand holding his face, and the red finger marks were so abrupt on his white face.

Peng Cheng slapped Beibei's hand away and shook his face to the right. The girl felt so sad that she was so sad that she was slapping the slap just now. Now she said that she didn't want to hurt him, and said that the slap was just a misunderstanding, what else could it be? She couldn't control her, and she didn't care about his push and hugged him. Peng Cheng's tears finally passed through Beibei's clothes, warm and burned her heart.

"Wife, do you have the heart to hit me for 1,000 yuan?" Peng Cheng's face was buried in Beibei's arms. He hugged her butt tightly with his hands. He mostly said vague words to his belly. Beibei could only vaguely identify it, not knowing it. He wanted to say something and admit it wrong, but he didn't know what to say.

She has been a stubborn child since childhood. She always said those touching words very awkwardly. She thought for a hundred years and said it was good if she could say thirty. She touched Peng Cheng's hair and watched him raise his face from his belly.

Peng Chengxu was tired, so he leaned against her and blinked: "I was wrong, it was me, my wife, I won't argue anymore. Don't be angry, I know everything."

This may be the most fatal blow, and she couldn't even look at him anymore. She held him and kept screaming in her heart: "No, it's me that I was wrong, I really know that I was wrong." But she didn't know how to express the words in her heart.

"If it weren't for you, I could have solved this problem myself, but I didn't even take it. Wife, I want you." Peng Cheng stared at his childlike eyes and said this again. He stared at her face. Beibei didn't think about it carefully at that time. Now that she thought about it, she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.
Chapter completed!