It won't take long to go from loving someone to hoping that he will die by accident.

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Peng Cheng usually doesn't care much about the amount of money, and he doesn't even care about the money. This time he convinced Xiao Min again and got the money from the girl's ticket clip. This was the best he could think of, and it was the only way to make money that would not be reported to the bureau. It was not a small amount of money, so he had to try it out, and he was bound to win.

He thought about it, maybe this is the only thing that really works. In fact, he summed up the last time he lost money, which was because he was unstable. He really didn't think about it clearly. In short, he didn't want to think about it carefully. Anyway, this time, he planned it, just like at the beginning, he came, exactly.

These days, he has been thinking that since he can win money, he should be able to copy it strictly according to the way of winning money. The key is to copy the four words strictly, and do not make any difference in anything.

Peng Cheng thought so seriously, and he did it. When he rushed into the dark field with his money, he was so passionate that the young man felt his hands trembling. The pig's hooves gave him great strength. He knew that he wanted that girl and he wanted to make a lot of money, and he gave her to buy pig's hooves for himself. Unfortunately, no matter how passionate he was, such as gambling, had inexplicably eaten up all the money he took out from Xiao Min's hand.

When he came out of that scene, he was completely stupid. He sat alone on the dusty road, desperate.

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Peng Cheng didn't remember how he came here. The bathhouse was just across the road, so he didn't remember anything. Xiao Min's money was definitely not paid back. When he left, he walked with confidence to win. To be honest, he never thought he would lose.

Oh! What's wrong? Peng Cheng was upset.

He warned himself that he had strictly copied, copied, copied, copied, copied, and copied, but why did he lose? How could he give this famine (the meaning of debt) that flew over! Peng Cheng felt so heartbroken that he felt like a big cake on all sides of his chest, hard and hard. Now it is no longer a question of whether to make money or not. The generosity and the desire to marry Beibei were squeezed by this famine and were timid. The young man was so uncomfortable. What the hell is that?

I have to give Xiao Min's money first! Fuck, I didn't win, the inside and outside became doubled. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng felt a surge of fire and only rushed to his head. He stomped his feet desperately, which was so fucking bad.

He knew that Beibei had borrowed a lot of money. Although the 3,500 yuan was not too much, it was still very stretched for people who only earned 1,500 yuan a month, not to mention the 5,000 yuan that girl would only earn 700 yuan. It would take eight months for the 5,000 yuan! Peng Cheng understood the account, and when he closed his eyes, his heart was dead. He looked at the tallest building next to him. The dense small grids seemed to be moldy, and it was as if the bread was moldy, leading to the sky, as if it was endless.

Suddenly, he smiled, a sense of pressure that was flying down made him unable to stand up from the curb.

How to give Xiao Min money and how to explain to Beibei? This time, if Beibei couldn't find a suitable man, he would probably leave him. Peng Cheng's already mixed heart was completely upset. He really couldn't face Beibei's painful and pityful expression. She always looked at him like that, with a pearl-like but no halo in her eyes, which made people feel numb, as if Peng Cheng was a puppy with his legs broken and howling on the ground, a dirty puppy waiting for her to give.

Fuck her.

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"Xiao Peng! You are not back yet, you are going to hand over the shift." Aunt Xue called Peng Cheng, and the old lady looked very worried.

"Auntie, I'll take a leave! I don't want to go back today." He really couldn't walk back, why did he explain to Xiao Min?

"What's going on? Child? It's not a big deal if you don't come back!" Aunt Xue's words made Peng Cheng want to cry a little. There was a time when no one called him a child, only Aunt Xue called him that.

"Auntie, Beibei won't be able to get along with me anymore."

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Aunt Xue was wearing small floral tight pants, making her legs look like vacuum-packed ham sausages, naked. She hugged her clothes tightly, and the morning wind blew through human bones. She saw Peng Cheng sitting by the roadside from a distance, and she took two steps.

"Peng Cheng, what's wrong? If you have something to do, tell your aunt, "Auntie will persuade Beibei, and Auntie will tell her." Aunt Xue was worried! Peng Cheng didn't say anything on the phone, and said that Beibei wouldn't be with him. After asking for a long time, he found out that Peng Cheng was sitting on the side of the road. She carried the phone and turned around.

"Child, it's not a big deal for you to squat down! If you have anything to say to your aunt, I'll think of a solution for you, what's wrong with Beibei?"

The old lady held her mouth in her mouth, and before the young man could cry, she cried first. Her words were like mother, which made Peng Cheng feel warm in his heart, and his nose felt a little sore. He forced himself to raise his head and smiled heroically, laughing self-deprecatingly and bitterly.

"Auntie, I lost again."

"Ah? Oh!" Aunt Xue picked up her fist and pounded Peng Cheng twice: "Why are you playing again? It's right for Beibei to be so ugly. If you can't ask for you, then where did you get the money?"

"I took it with Xiao Min yesterday." After being beaten, Peng Cheng seemed to feel better. The big cake on his chest seemed to be smashed, and he felt relieved.

"Where did Xiao Min get the money?"

"Xiao Min has a little bit of it, just take some on the bar."

When he said this, Peng Cheng was upset again. He took out the cigarette and lit it. He took a few sips, pinched the filter, rubbed the cigarette butt back and forth on the curb, rubbing the burned part, and then rubbing the harder red fire. Then he suddenly reached out to pinch the red fire, which scared the old lady. It was really not hot. He looked up and laughed again, stretched out a slap, and shook it in front of Aunt Xue's eyes.

"Auntie, this number is pretty terrifying?"

"So many!" Aunt Xue shrugged in shock. "Peng Cheng, this is a bit too many!"

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng smiled slightly again. How could he not know that there was a little too much? He would go back if he didn't have much? He originally wanted to win the big one and then buy Beibei a marten, a fur coat that changed color whenever he walked, and his wife would look better when wearing it.

"Auntie, it's okay to lose some money. I just think Beibei can't get along with me."

He lowered his head in annoyance, and said that he wanted to find someone to do this. He was just for Beibei. In order to be with her, he wanted to give it his best, but he didn't do it well. But he didn't tell Aunt Xue about this. What he was even more upset now was that Beibei was about to run away. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng's eyes became wet without realizing it.

"Child, you don't break up just by saying that you want to break up like this. You are still young, and you will understand after you get along for a long time. Don't play tricks in the future. Tell Beibei that if you agree with her, she will understand you. Human relationships are not that simple. If you can't break up, you will be a real couple." Aunt Xue touched his head, as if she was wiping a kitten.
Chapter completed!