"What do you want to do?"

Beibei hung up the phone, was she hung up the phone? She asked him coldly, and all the fear and guilt just now seemed to be broken with the phone. She asked this sentence with great enthusiasm that she repeatedly laughed at herself in the future. Whether it is good or bad, whether it is okay or not, is only a matter of one thought.

Peng Cheng trembled with anger. His thin body became trembling like a storm, shaking like a sieve, becoming increasingly difficult to control. Then, he began an unorganized answer, like a martial arts master who had forgotten his skills. Suddenly, his martial arts recovered, so he had endless feelings to say.

"I'm just annoyed to throw things like this, do you know? Ah? Just force me to slap, just force me!" He said he was annoyed to throw things, which was ridiculous. Beibei didn't even look back. Maybe, she couldn't see the phone on the ground, but Peng Cheng would definitely be able to do it. He did his best, screaming, as if his legs were being crushed: "Tell me why you did this, ah?"

Peng Cheng grabbed Beibei's arm like crazy and began to swing back and forth, and shook it hard: "Why are you chatting with him? When you talk, who is he? Who? Ah!"

The young man yelled hard, and Beibei couldn't even pretend to not hear it. He was crazy, indeed, she roared at Peng Cheng, but she was not too scared. His face was almost pressed against her, as if he could bite her at any time, but he just yelled, making her bored, yelling loudly like an uncultured person, and then she said another even more ridiculous sentence: "What are you yelling?"

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All quarrels are always the same, just like serial murders. There are also common rules for quarrels. This quarrel is so similar to the last quarrel. Almost the same dialogue, almost the same beat, almost the same anger that cannot be vented, a pair of fragile people, the weakest resistance, and more similar is that they are never able to obtain comfort and satisfaction.

At that moment, Beibei would never reflect on herself. Looking at the world from the eyes of the perpetrator, she felt that the whole world was wrong. She thought Peng Cheng was the person with a violent personality. He was angry, he was crazy, and he was the source of all violence. But she forgot that she answered a call in front of Peng Cheng that she shouldn't have answered. She even disagreed with the betrayal. She forgot that the man was her boyfriend, not the male dog she raised by Wen Beibei. He could not have reacted without any reaction, and he also wagged his tail and begged for mercy with envy. Everything was his powerlessness, and the perpetrator was herself.

"Wen Beibei, you are so annoying. You are just a woman. If you are a man, I want to beat you. What are you going to do?" He shouted again, and the footsteps in the corridor became clearer and clearer. The people outside the door stopped. They both heard it. Peng Cheng shook his head in pain and pressed his voice: "I really, I've made you angry."

The girl was disdainful. The man tolerated her and made her proud. She didn't take him seriously. Although she didn't know that she was so arrogant that she didn't say anything anymore. She didn't want to say anything to Peng Cheng in the crazy period, which made her feel inferior. She picked up the handbag next to her, and there was no need to argue anymore. She was about to leave.

When Peng Cheng saw Beibei going to leave, he grabbed her arm: "Don't leave, Beibei, do you think I can let you go? Try to get out of me?"

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Sometimes, we really don’t know what we did wrong, so we think it was arranged by God, and we did something wrong in our previous life, and we should pay it back in this life. However, in fact, there is nothing in our previous life, just in this life, and we have less study in this life.

Beibei widened her eyes and she looked at him in surprise. To be honest, she remembered this sentence, Peng Cheng had said it before. She couldn't understand what he meant. What did he mean? Is he threatening himself? Or intimidating?

Peng Cheng raised the small bowl of horseradish and slammed it hard on the ground. Then he picked up the remote control and the basin of clams. He broke all the things that could be dropped in the house, and even the socket inserted into the wall was pulled down and fell on the glass.

At this point, Beibei was finally scared. She believed that this was not a trick of crying, making a fuss, and it seemed that Peng Cheng was angry. For some reason, at that moment, she remembered a saying that killing a father and taking his wife seemed to be worse than killing his own father for those men. So she began to tremble, obediently, and no longer angered him.

Beibei sat on the bed, shivering without saying a word. She watched him throw something. It was domestic violence. Although Peng Cheng did not hit her, she became more and more afraid. Every time he broke something with all his strength, he really tried his best. His body was like a full bow, wide open, and anything fell to the ground, and the debris splashed on Lao Gao.

As he smashed, Peng Cheng seemed to be tired. Who knows? He grabbed Beibei's arm and picked up an old-fashioned flashlight with his other hand. He repeatedly asked her, asking her if he was not good to her. The girl looked at his face in fear and said, "What else do he have to do to her?" Beibei was speechless, and then he asked loudly again, using the flashlight to shatter the glass on the large wardrobe.

"If you don't let me touch me, I will endure it. Do you know that if someone is so old, I will not let you suffer too much when you touch me?" Peng Cheng mentioned sex again, and Beibei's disgust began again. What she was most annoying was that he mentioned sex. In the TV series, it is always said that a man really loves a woman, so he should not ask for sex. Once he asks it, the man must have not been kind-hearted. At that moment, a stubbornness that emerged from the bottom of his heart made the girl's teeth. He was a person who didn't want to give in, and she didn't have to compromise.

Perhaps he was pulling Beibei to restrain Peng Cheng's performance, he suddenly let go of her and threw her on the bed. The girl looked at the angry man in front of her in horror. She was so scared that she didn't dare to let out any more. The ground was in a mess, with debris everywhere. Something was popping up and wiped her face. She reached out and touched it. It was blood.

He continued his anger, and Bebe's fear stimulated him. It was not what he wanted. She hid farther and farther away, and shrank into the innermost part of the bed. She was afraid of being like that, afraid that she would make her cry. She looked at him like a monster. He didn't want her to be afraid of herself. She wanted her to love him, but what else could he do? Thinking of this, the flashlight had to be broken.

There was nothing to fall, and finally Peng Cheng sat down. He rushed to her side, stared at her for a long time, looked back and forth, looking at her tearful eyes, and seeing her stubborn little mouth, her face changed from reluctance to anger and becoming ferocious.

"I like you so much. You say you should hide from me and say something. I would rather you avoid me and say something." Peng Cheng grabbed Beibei's arm and pinched it hard. He seemed to be trying to hurt her, staring at her, knowing that she frowned in pain. After a long time, he said, "Okay, wife, stop crying, I know I am not capable."
Chapter completed!