Coincidentally, Peng Cheng pulled Beibei out and saw two people facing each other, two people who shouldn't have walked together. That day, the two people came out of the obstetrics and gynecology department, directly opposite the orthopedic clinic, and the hospital's signature department. The three types of obstetrics and gynecology department did not only have one sign like orthopedics. The three words were hung on the wall of the opposite corridor, with red LED display screens.

If they hadn't met them, Beibei and Peng Cheng might have really strolled back. The girl lowered her head and followed her. Peng Cheng stopped. She bumped into her and looked up, and saw Xiao Ai. Maybe she was worried that she would meet an acquaintance, and Xiao Ai and Brother Sun would come to such a remote hospital. What the hell never expected was that she met Beibei here.

The girl was a little confused. She subconsciously shook Peng Cheng's hand away. After she finished swinging, she realized that Xiao Ai was as panicked as herself. They were all embarrassed, only Peng Cheng looked back at her in disbelief and silently inserted his hand into his pocket. Xiao Ai's mouth twisted, as if she was very upset. Brother Sun could not even look directly into Beibei's eyes.

"Babe, are you here?" Xiao Ai spoke first.

"He twisted his waist, I'll take him to see."

"Oh! Are you seriously injured? Eat more pork ribs." Xiao Ai said in a scrutiny. It was not like the truth. After saying it, she regretted it and turned pale. She talked like this and always had another topic. Brother Sun is a family member, holding a bag for obstetrics and gynecology examination. What did she say is good? Fortunately, Xiao Ai is smarter, so she talks first.

"I just met Brother Sun, and his house lives nearby." No one asked Xiao Ai why she came to the hospital, but Xiao Ai deliberately covered her, as if she was showing off her own strength. As soon as she said that Xiao Ai realized that the crystal sweat beads on her forehead seemed to be dense in a while, and the makeup on her face was so lingering.

Beibei widened her eyes and didn't know how to answer. She couldn't cooperate with such a conversation. She looked at Xiao Ai blankly, and she was stunned.

"Ah! Brother Sun lives here, we don't know. Beibei and I live nearby, so why don't we come to the house to sit there?" Peng Cheng hurriedly pulled the girl over. When he spoke, he could always help her.

Sun Shutao was obviously even more embarrassed. He was almost the same type of person as Beibei. He blushed so much that he couldn't look closely: "No, I'd better send Xiao Ai back first!"

"Okay, then next time!" Peng Cheng hurriedly agreed: "We'll get medicine and leave first."

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"Look, how can you do without me?" Peng Cheng held Beibei's hand and walked forward without looking back. He criticized Beibei for being stupid. If he was no longer able to follow him, a good man, how could he be in society in the future?

The young man's waist was stabbed by the doctor. It was fine, but it was still not very comfortable. Before leaving, the doctor recommended two plasters and asked Beibei to buy them back and forth to give Peng Cheng a hot compress. I don't know how the doctor did it. Beibei and Peng Cheng introduced several pharmacies, big and small, but they didn't sell them. Finally, when both of them were exhausted, there was a small pharmacy with a dilapidated front in a small alley behind the hospital, and they really found them.

As soon as Beibei told the boss to find the plaster, he posted two posts to them without asking the boss' name. The packaging was simply not expensive, simple and rough, the plastic bag was so thin that it was not as thick as the reprint paper, the cover design exuded a strong local flavor, with big yellow and orange red, and a word popped up in Beibei's head, encephalitis.

"This doctor turns out to be so profitable." She muttered quietly in Pengcheng's ear, thinking that this plaster must be not cheap.

"Sure, right?" The owner was a short and fat man. His big clothes were spread out flat enough for a single bed sheet. His smile was not a smile, which made people not bored to look at it. His snow-white neck was piled up with fat, and salted marks were pink and pink embedded in the folds of the skin. When they twisted, they leaked a little. The two arms were white in color, the lotus root was thick in white, the hair was short, and the long hair was so clean that it was neat, but the face looked bigger.

"Yeah." Peng Cheng agreed, pinching the medicine and twisting it a little bit of a gap like turning the money, and he felt a little embarrassed. He was a little worried about the money, so it was difficult to find it. It was an exclusive plaster, which was probably very expensive. If the medicine was really expensive, he found it here and if he didn't buy it, he felt a little stuck.

"Yes, one yuan, six yuan." The fat man said briskly, and took out a small button of change from the money box next to him. "Look for your four-meat." After that, he slid his little eyes and stared at Beibei, waiting for her to give her two dollars.

I thought I had to buy half of the pig for no reason, but I didn't expect it to be only 1.6 yuan. Beibei and Peng Cheng were surprised and secretly happy.

"I want this, I want two." Beibei picked up the two plasters in Peng Cheng's hand and shook them in front of the fat boss.

"One is 80 cents, two is 6 cents a day, I know you want two." The fat man is like a crosstalk actor from Tianjin, speaking one by one, and only after laying the ground and raising his burden.

No one would have thought that the packaging of this plaster is as exquisite as the price of the plaster. "Boss, can these two plasters be good?" Beibei asked while paying for it.

"It's not usually cured, but it depends on the severity of the disease."

"Then I'll have two more."

"Oh, then don't, I'll sell it like this, I'll use it again!" The fat boss only took two dollars and stopped talking, and went to play games on his own.

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After returning, Peng Cheng seemed to have become a different person. He was so melancholy that he didn't make any noise for a long time. After dinner, Beibei helped him put on the plaster, boiled hot water and added a water bag on the plaster, gave him a hot compress, and let him lie down to sleep.

"My wife, I'm not sleepy, I want to watch TV." Peng Cheng lay on the bed, tugging the quilt up with his shirtlessness, covering himself.

"No, I'll wait for you to fall asleep and I'll go back."

Peng Cheng thought about it and closed his eyes reluctantly. He seemed to be unable to sleep, and his eyelids were shaking his eyes back and forth.

"Can you go to bed soon? Are you sick? Can I feel comfortable if you don't sleep? If you are a patient, you look a little patient. If you don't delay eating or playing, then I will be so upset." Beibei was a little angry and put his shoulders on his weak shoulders.

The young man quietly opened his eyes and sat up. "My wife, my waist hurts. It doesn't hurt anymore. You insist on me sleeping. What do I sleep?" He tentatively hugged her. Seeing that she didn't dodge, he took off her shoes and wrapped her in the quilt.

"I have something to tell you." He stared into Beibei's eyes, trying to judge whether she was suitable for listening to him now from her expression.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm! There's actually a grandpa here."

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Peng Cheng was very cautious and said three words in one sentence. The rhythm was quite good, but Beibei was still shocked when she heard it. The girl's eyes were so sharp that she seemed to be looking at the enemy who killed her father. This shocked Peng Cheng to the point of his mouth but didn't say it. He looked at Beibei's face, not sure if she was willing to continue listening.

After a while, Beibei and Peng Cheng seemed to feel that it was unreasonable. The cold and defensive eyes of his wife scared Peng Cheng, so he continued: "Daughter-in-law, don't do this. That's my adoptive father's father. When I was young, I grew up in my grandfather's house."

"Then what happened to him?"

Peng Cheng changed his posture, hugged Beibei a little tighter, and leaned against the head of the bed. "My dad has a house that he said he would give it to me. It has always been my grandfather. My grandfather is an old cadre, and there are so many houses. Now that house is moving, and my grandfather is not living there anymore. I will ask my grandfather if he can give it to me now. If I have that house now, do you think we can get married?"

This is probably the mistakes in Wen Beibei's life. She still doesn't know how to ask about her heart, and she is often in a dilemma, and can't figure out what she wants. She is secular about her feelings with Peng Cheng, at least she wants to see the dirty eyes in front of her, the man who loves her wholeheartedly. This book is understandable, but it is bad that she cannot be really secular. She still maintains that cleanness in her heart, but she has been educated by the secular world, unable to learn the essence, learned the fur, decorate the fur, and hurt her heart.

Can we get married? Peng Cheng's words scared Beibei so much that he had a grandfather and a big house that had not yet passed. All such important things were instantly abandoned. Can we get married? She only remembered this sentence. As for the premise, she didn't remember a single sentence. If the house was to come back, would we get married?

All of Beibei's reactions were the wrong decisions made in the wrong time, and they were all the ones that Peng Cheng didn't want to see immediately, but unfortunately he saw them all. This was not a good thing for both of them. Without all this, all the stories might be different, but the old saying is that there is no if. If it were all caused by people's regrets, Beibei would definitely regret it, but Peng Cheng might not.

Beibei broke free from Peng Cheng's hand. In fact, she never thought of marrying Peng Cheng. Before that, she had never even considered the word "marriage". Peng Cheng's words with premise woke her up. She liked Peng Cheng very much, but she didn't want to get married. She was not as good as him in all her fantasies about the future. He was much younger than himself, and he had no serious job and no education. When marrying him, his aunts would probably look down on him, and his friends might also make fun of him, and there were scars on his mouth.

Beibei thought about everyone's possible reactions, but she didn't think about her own heart. She thought that she didn't want to get married and fell in love with Peng Cheng so much, but she really didn't want to marry Peng Cheng. She just like him and loved him. Maybe in Beibei's heart, Qin Tian's husband she should be looking for, and maybe, she doesn't know what else is possible.

Peng Cheng naturally didn't reach out to pull her. Her hesitation and thinking made Peng Cheng feel so mean. "Then do you think I want the house?" He embarrassedly pulled the topic back to the house. He wanted to get through this bad scene as soon as possible.

"Of course it's good to have a house. Didn't your father give it to you? Why don't you tell him directly?"

"I won't tell him." Peng Cheng turned his head stubbornly. "I definitely won't tell them."

"My grandfather grew up with me since he was a child, so I want to go find him."

"Okay, or you can live in your grandpa's house."

"No, I don't, I want to be with you." Peng Cheng held Beibei's hand and used some force. "Wife, I'll go and see him, okay?"
Chapter completed!