Peng Cheng returned to the front of the shelf where he put his shoes, sat down, his shoulders drooping, and pinching the pig's claws in his hand, he became a little indifferent. He knew the smell of the pig's claws early, and the feeling of it in the palm of his hand was no longer hot. A claw chopped off the dead pig's body was just a pity that he couldn't eat the fragrance even if he played this game. The days when he was happy and calm were now in chaos.

Beibei was really good to him, and he said nothing good. He pinched the pig's claws hard, and no one ever made him feel so good. Beibei really cares about people. She hangs him, why is she so good? The young man let go of his hand and threw the pig's claws on the table below the bar, but his eyes were always unable to move. The better she was, the more he felt afraid of losing it. They quarreled, and after they agreed... this feeling was dismayed.

Today she went on a blind date. Peng Cheng's sixth sense told him that Beibei must have gone on a blind date. He was worried that maybe it wasn't, it shouldn't be. A single-celled woman like her would make her feel guilty about her, so Beibei called.

When this is correct, Beibei must have been on a blind date. Haha, it’s strange to say that, but he is not uncomfortable after being accurate. After a long time, he realized that it was because of that phone call, the phone call that makes people quench their thirst, Beibei spoke, and even if he scolded him, he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

What if Beibei really found a man who likes him but doesn't hate him? Will she still be with him like this? He remembered that he promised Beibei that he would be her younger brother by then. Has she misunderstood? Maybe she really treated him as her younger brother? Fuck, he is her man, Peng Cheng was tortured by this problem. After the last glimmer of hope was shattered, he was still beaten by his own thoughts and could not be comfortable.

If he really meets that man, the woman will definitely draw a clear line with him. He knows that she is not a woman who occupies the bowl and looks at the pot. Because she is not, she cannot keep it and lose it forever. Damn, sometimes, he really hopes that Beibei is a woman with two sides, different appearances and fickleness. As long as she doesn't leave, anything will be fine.

Like the last pile of money, the pig's claws were lying silently at the bar. A dead pig's hooves gradually rejuvenated in Peng Cheng's heart. It hit, doing whatever it wanted, and rippling.

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Yes, what else is the distance between him and Beibei? Isn’t it just money? Look how good she is to him. She is so late and has no money anymore. She even bought him a pig paw to deliver it. She knows what he wants without any details. She cares about him, Peng Cheng, and someone who cares about him, Peng Cheng. He doesn’t need to test her at all. He didn’t have any pussy either.

Yes, he didn't have any pussy, so as long as he had money, it would be fine. If he had money, he wouldn't need to look for it anymore. No, what kind of man is a man, he would be a man with money, so he had to make money! She didn't know how the money came about. All she needed was money. She took the money on her coffee table, and it made a loud noise, which made them all calm.

At that moment, the young man was boiling. So it was that simple? Peng Cheng's head suddenly filtered into his aunt. His aunt's charming and enchanting face was like a silky apple after the cold, with a charming and soft luster like a pearl. He knew that only his aunt could help him, but if he really broke it, he would never save him. Maybe he would stay in the phone for a long time. He stayed until he was still, maybe even if Beibei couldn't get out of menopause!

That won't work. He hasn't slept with that woman yet, and he is unwilling to accept it.

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Guests came in one by one. The bathhouses of this level were all over the country bumpkins with big gold chains tied around their necks. They were used to shouting, and sometimes even brought out a few swear words and cursing in a storm. Peng Cheng was shouted, sometimes like this and sometimes like that.

It's just a step away to look down on this group of rich local people who have some money and don't know how to be so good. They look down on me, very much like their uncle and nouveau riche, but he had to scream like a brother in flattery.

The people in the room were as full as every day. The men showed off their guys in front of the mirror, showing off once and once without clothes, and laughing. Finally, maybe Peng Cheng was annoyed by the tossing or he suddenly understood something, maybe he stood up from the bar, and the room was even more noisy, with people everywhere, steaming water vapor, like the drizzle of early spring, was very soft. The young man decisively put down the man waiting for shoes next to him, and he seemed to see nothing. He walked out of the men's locker room without looking back, lifted the curtain, and Xiao Min was sitting at the bar.
Chapter completed!