"What did you say?" The man in front of him was a scoundrel, and Beibei stared at him in a daze.

Life, which had just calmed down, was turbulent again. Peng Cheng said that he didn't want to do the work in the bathhouse anymore. He said that he didn't want to do it anymore, and was straightforward and comfortable. As for why he didn't want to do it anymore, he didn't mention it. He just hummed with his nose, his eyelids opened and closed, and looked extremely disdainful, just like when he left the hotel last time, and then he said nothing.

It took a while for the job to be stable and the income was pretty good. Only the money he owed was left to pay back, but Beibei was always confident. She felt that Peng Cheng could make money back and forth, so he could do it from the bathhouse. She knew that Beibei stared at his eyes tightly. God knew what he was thinking about, and his eyes flashing back and forth were always dodging. Soon the girl understood that he had thought about this matter, and obviously, he did not want to change his decision.

"Then what do you want to do? Let me listen?" After a long silence, neither Peng Cheng nor Beibei retreated. The girl could never understand. She felt that she had a unique way to think about Peng Cheng's method of thinking about problems. He never considered money or food. He ignored all the shackles in life. He didn't think about anything, he just thought about what he wanted to do.

It was probably a bit annoying to live a good life, and Peng Cheng started to struggle. It was like having a genetic code implanted. When a person started to struggle with his life is generally determined by the genes of his ancestors. That cycle may have been rooted in his life before he was born, but now he has not lived a good life. He obviously intends to cut off the money for two people to live.

The young man glanced at the side. He looked very unhappy and looked very disdainful. Beibei always knew that he didn't want to be a waiter. He hated others looking down on him the most in his life. This is what the waiter is like. It makes people say it over and over again and cannot be on the table. Peng Cheng said it many times. Every time he lifted it up, he thought he had touched the fleshy bed bug and his whole face was held together.

The girl's head buzzed. If someone in Peng Cheng's family had money and a way, maybe he could go to a state-owned enterprise like Wang Ying's husband, go to a decent worker, hang a hook for the crane, or shovel coal to the stove, etc., but people cannot choose their own parents, otherwise Peng Cheng would definitely be able to choose a parent for himself who could not give him away, right?

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"Wife, I want to try it on the construction site." The young man said in a low voice, as if muttering, muttering to himself, and he didn't seem to be very confident.

"What can you do when you go to the construction site?" Beibei glanced at him with a sarcastic look. Peng Cheng's delicate body was despised by the construction site. For him, the hard work on the construction site was like a fire pit and he must not jump.

"Last time we went to the construction site, no one wanted you, do you know?" In a hurry, the girl's occasional Northeast dialect pronunciation was quite accurate, and she was really anxious.

"Where is there any money left? How can we live?" She frowned and looked at him. She seemed to be trying to understand him, but it was obviously difficult.

"No, my wife, I know a big brother." Perhaps seeing the impatientness on Beibei's face, Peng Cheng hurriedly said, "Listen to me, he is a project person. He found a contractor for me. The contractor is willing to use me, so I asked. My wife, I want to do this. When will it be a waiter be the first? I want to make more money." He grabbed Beibei's clothes like a child who was about to be beaten by me, and he shook his legs together like twists and turns.

"What big brother?" the girl asked him with caution.

"I always go to the bathtub to take a shower, but I'm not like Brother Yi. He is a serious businessman." Peng Cheng said as he took Beibei's hand and turned his head slightly, as if he was ready to avoid something at any time.

"I went to see it, and the contractor agreed, so I can go there tomorrow."

The young man was looking forward to it, and there were some unspeakable stories in his eyes. Beibei stared at him for a long time, and his face was filled with anger that he didn't believe it: "You will never die."

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Beibei wanted to tell Peng Cheng not to let him go, but in the end she agreed. People always have to do what they are willing to do, not to mention that he thinks he can do it, and he can stop it twice if he can stop it once? Just like, if he was a seagull flying into the blue sky, he ended up falling in love with a fish and could only look down at the sea and not look up at the blue sky, how sad it would be!

So although she cursed, she nodded, and then Peng Cheng smiled and he even jumped up.

Finally, he got Beibei's approval. Although he was so reluctant, Peng Cheng was still excited. He said in a long and whispered manner, fantasizing about how much money he would earn in the future every day, and then he would buy a big gold bracelet for his wife and fold her wrist.

At this time, Beibei was thinking of another plan. He asked him to go to work on the construction site, which just changed his problem of being too big. The people on the construction site were all pragmatists who picked up cigarettes and took them out and kept them for later smoking. In a sense, they were the people who really lived the true meaning of life, no matter where they were, they would do whatever they wanted.

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The next morning, not just early in the morning, but just a little past five o'clock, and when it was still very bright, Peng Cheng went out. He specially found the most torn pair of pants to put on, and walked towards the construction site he had been thinking about day and night in the autumn wind.

The deal that came to the contractor yesterday went smoothly. Peng Cheng effortlessly got a pair of old gloves and an orange-yellow safety helmet with greasy twists. It seemed to be taken off the body, with a smell of oil. Peng Cheng was used to being clean. He looked at it for a long time, touched the brim of the hat with his fingers, and finally put it on.

After Beibei left last night, he was upset alone for a long time. Can Peng Cheng not tell that his wife was unhappy? At that time, he wanted to slam the door and go out to find Beibei, but after thinking about it, he still didn't go. He didn't even have the strength to call her to coax her. He had no money, and his wife was carrying debts. With such great pressure, can she coax her for a lifetime? What he needs is money, and she gives her a future that she doesn't need to worry about.

Thinking of this, he felt very energetic. He was not very hungry early in the morning and had no money to have breakfast, so he simply went to the construction site.
Chapter completed!