Running alone on the road in late summer and early autumn, she was like a fool who wanted to escape herself, her steps were like an alarm clock in the middle of the night, slapped on the stone brick floor, and the wind blew away her hair in the direction of her running, and she finally stopped crying.

If you think this is all, then you will underestimate this realistic and cold world too much. As much money gets, you can lose it. Human nature is never worthless and ruined in front of money, so you can't put together a rough look. Wen Beibei is not a person who can only see money, but what's even more terrifying is that she hasn't been able to recognize this yet.

Finally, Beibei was tired from running away, her face was already covered in sweat. As the outline of her face slid to her jaw, she gasped heavily, and there was a vague pain in her chest for some reason. She knew that Peng Cheng had no choice, and there was not much money in total. Even if all the salary was given to her, it would not be enough. The landlord's eldest brother's rent would have to be paid sooner or later. Even if Peng Cheng gave all the money to her, she would send it to her. But in this case, what's wrong with him?

Maybe she was tired of running, and Beibei was much calmer. She turned on the phone and walked along the way home. She originally thought that Peng Cheng would call her many calls or send her many messages like before, but this time she had nothing.

As she walked, Beibei turned back to Peng Cheng's home. The dark and dark lights were turned off, and she thought she was already asleep. She lay down on the window and looked inside, and saw a naked man lying on the bed. Suddenly she was a little angry and didn't understand how he could still sleep. Anger that rushed to her forehead seemed to be too sudden. She started kicking the door, but no matter how hard she tried, no one opened the door. Finally, she realized that Peng Cheng might not be at home at all. The man on the bed might be just a bunch of quilts. He might be looking for her, so she called Peng Cheng.

The phone quickly answered, and the ringback didn't even ring: "Wife, where have you been?"

"Where are you? I'm at your house." The two people opposite were equally anxious.

"Oh! I'm downstairs of your house, why... you were scared to death." He was a little anxious, thinking that he was upset.

Peng Cheng went downstairs of Beibei's house, and Beibei returned to his house. The misalignment reminded people of walking left and right: "Maybe this is destined, we think differently." The girl insisted on saying this, saying it pretentiously.

"Why is it different again? Ah?" The young man was powerless, but he had no choice but to be anxious. Beibei's mind was too strange. After searching for this for a long time, he was so anxious that he almost wet his pants. Finally, she said this.

"Wife, can you stop like this? I beg you, we have the same method of thinking about the problem, didn't you notice?" Peng Cheng seemed to run away again, and the wind was always bigger on the phone than outside: "If it's different, you can go to my house, but I go to your house?"

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Beibei squatted at the door of Peng Cheng's house, like a curled kitten. After two minutes, Peng Cheng flew over. He rushed into the corridor, and with the strong wind along the way, he let out a long breath when he saw the girl, his face calmed down, and he seemed to be relieved.

The girl had been squatting for a long time, and the sweat she had just ran out was almost dry, her face was flushed. Seeing that he was coming, she frivolously glanced at Peng Cheng.

Peng Cheng took out the key from his pocket with panting, opened the door, and helped the girl next to him: "Wife, aren't you cold to squat here?" He hugged Beibei's body tightly and walked into the room, pushed Beibei and put her on the bed, and took off her shoes. Then he took off his little coat, and the shirt inside was not stuffed into his pants, so Peng Cheng casually stuffed it.

"Wife, please take this money!" Peng Cheng put his hand into his pocket, probably clenched his fists too tightly, and he didn't pull out his head. He took it out of his pocket again with great effort. He handed it to Beibei, which was 1,500 yuan.

"What are you doing?"

The girl asked him alertly. She stared at Peng Cheng's face, looked up and down, but didn't reach out to take it. She was a little confused and didn't understand what was going on. What was the reason for the two of them today? Isn't it just for such a little money? The house was so busy that it was about to ignite. At the end, he actually paid him 1,500 yuan now.

"I've got the rent back, I won't rent this house anymore." Peng Cheng smiled, as if he wanted to make himself seem vague.

This is a more ironic sentence. Is the rent coming back? Is he living on the road? Beibei frowned slightly, as if he was contempt, but she really wasn't. She just didn't understand why he chose this approach.

Peng Cheng stared at the girl's eyes, never looking away: "Take it! Return it to others quickly." He handed the money into Beibei's hand, and then smiled indifferently.

At that moment, Beibei was really moved by Peng Cheng. He was like giving up the hope of life to himself. To be honest, it was unbearable to accept it.

"I don't want it, you can send it back to my elder brother as soon as possible." Beibei said, pushing Peng Cheng's hand.

After a long time, the young man was still holding his hand. He took the money and gathered it to Beibei's hand. He touched her every moment, "Did you hear me if you take it away? Go and pay the rent immediately."

Peng Cheng stuffed the money into Beibei's hand and held it tightly: "Wife, take it! A man! It's embarrassing to be incompetent, and he also borrowed money from his wife. Haha!" He smiled bitterly, and then said: "I never used your money before. I gave the money first when you take a taxi, but Xiao Min said, if we were a couple and wanted to be together forever, then what else would you share with me? I think about it." His clear eyes were always like this, as if they were bullied.

This is the killer move. If a lover can only create touch and do not choose the right time to propose solutions, it is not a master. He can spy on people's minds. In Peng Cheng's words, he will be able to easily wear open-crotch pants.

Beibei was moved by him again. She stuffed herself into Peng Cheng's arms and found a very comfortable position to fit tightly. She hugged him and his slender waist.

"You didn't come out to find me just now? Did you go and ask for money first?"

"No Grandpa Mao, I'll go find you, you ignore me!" Peng Cheng's words made Beibei feel ashamed and unable to look up. She pursed her lower lips and hugged her tighter.

"You want to eat something, my wife, I'll make it for you." He said again, and Beibei shook her head, she lowered her head deeply, rubbing back and forth in front of his chest.

"Don't mess with my wife, I'm hungry too!"

"Then, that's fine." Beibei looked up at Peng Cheng's jaw, and he looked at the farther sky with his eyes deeper, and the window was facing the sky under the moon.
Chapter completed!