The two of them went out one after another, and they didn't say a word to each other.

Peng Cheng's arm was on Xiao Min's white and tender little fleshy hand, in order to prevent this arm from slipping down, he hugged his arm vigorously and held the fat girl hanging on his body.

When he walked to the door, just in time for Ma Jiahang to come back from school, the little daddy shouted from afar, shouting happily Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhang ran over, with a flattering smile. He ran past Peng Cheng's eyes in one step, and without looking at his Uncle Peng, he pounced on the old man who was pretending to be tender.

"Hey!" pretending to be tender, he stretched out his hand to push the child, stood still, and touched Ma Jiahang's head again.

Uncle Zhang smiled and took out a ticket of twenty yuan from his pocket, calmly, as if it was very precious, pinched it into the shape of half a cylinder with his fingers, and handed it to Ma Jiahang. The two chatted silently for a while, giggling, and the humble little dad laughed very ugly, sneakily putting the money in his trouser pocket. After a few sentences, the tender one left satisfied, pretending to be a warm little father, that is, prevaricating. After just taking two steps, he turned his head again, reached out and grabbed Ma Jiahang's sharp-beaked monkey's cheek, and smacked it fiercely to show how rare he was with this child.

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His Uncle Zhang really left completely, throwing off the overly tender shirt, like those rags found from the stalls that are suitable for a more youthful life. Ma Jiahang turned his head in disdain, he saw Peng Cheng, a little embarrassed, and scratched his head with a strange smile. He didn't expect Uncle Peng to give him money too, thinking that Uncle Zhang was there, so naturally Uncle Zhang played, but he didn't expect Uncle Peng to play too.

"Uncle Peng. ”

Ma Jiahang called Uncle Peng, Xu Xiannian Peng Cheng has always been generous to him, and he was embarrassed not to say a word, but he obviously didn't want him Uncle Zhang to know just now, he also knew Uncle Peng, these Peng Cheng naturally understood in his heart that this kid had a lot of eyes.

"School's out?

Peng Cheng said, reached out and took out the money from his trouser pocket, looked at the fleeting surprise on the little guy's face, held the money in one hand, and slowly twisted the money with the other, twisted it into a fan shape, and slapped it on the palm of his hand. He spread another six hundred and seventy yuan to the child, Ma Jiahang didn't say much or hesitate, glanced at Xiao Min next to Peng Cheng with small eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Fifty, turned around and was about to run, but was pulled back by the collar behind Peng Cheng's school uniform.

"What are you running?"

Peng Cheng took out another piece of Grandpa Mao from the fan and handed it to him. The little monster was startled, and looked up at Peng Cheng, he obviously didn't know that Peng Cheng had guessed that his Uncle Zhang couldn't give him a few dollars, and he didn't expect that Uncle Peng would give him twenty after seeing Uncle Zhang, and he could give himself one hundred and fifteen.

The little dad was a little moved, as if he had received filial piety from his son who never treated him, and looked at Peng Cheng's eyes, shining like tears.

"Uncle Peng, if you have anything to do with your nephew, you can speak. ”

"Okay, it's okay for now. ”

Peng Cheng didn't misunderstand, the sparkling is like tears, it is not tears, it is surprise, it is also the eye of the heart, and it is the brilliance of seeing the eyes of money. The young man smiled secretly in his heart, reached out and touched the head of the little monster, and remembered the fake girl surnamed Zhang, this fake girl gives money and looks like a fucking girl, and it is rare to pull her mouth?

"Did you buy hand cream for your girlfriend?" As he spoke, Peng Cheng handed the rest of the money to Xiao Min, who was waiting in the doorway, and looked back at Ma Jiahang, who was carrying money in his pocket.

"I bought it, she liked it a lot, and said she could consider me. The little guy lowered his head and tucked into the innermost part of his pants, saying as if he were serious.

"Where are you going?"

"Hidden pocket, you don't understand! Money can't be figured out. Ma Jiahang picked up the money and patted it on the outside of the pocket very proudly.

"Don't think about it, smash her with this hundred, and let her stop thinking about others. Saying that, Peng Cheng smiled and pointed to the five hundred and twenty yuan in the hand of the fat girl behind him and said, "Tell her that this is a token of love." ”

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Xiao Min is indeed very happy this time.

If you want to say that this Xiao Min is really not an ordinary woman, women will probably see Qian and open their eyes! But Xiao Min is not. Peng Cheng gave her money so many times, she never smiled, but this time, Xiao Min was happy. She smiled beautifully, couldn't laugh, but it was sincere, slightly bowed, the smiling flower, in a blink of an eye, was hidden in her mouth, thinking about the preciousness of the smile.

Xiao Min was happy Peng Cheng was naturally happy, the young man stupidly maintained the curvature on the edge of his mouth, he didn't want Xiao Min's laughter to pass quietly, he lowered his head tightly, and looked at everything in his eyes.

Xiao Min was not happy in vain, she took Peng Cheng to eat a good meal, and rushed to a very characteristic restaurant in the city center, the main dish was the farmer's characteristic bullfrog stewed potato, saying that it was to replenish Peng Cheng's body.

Replenishing his body did not make Peng Cheng think about it, he was a wild baby who rushed to the mountains halfway, and he really hadn't eaten a bullfrog. In his heart, it was a huge frog, a green frog, like a green-haired turtle, very big, with meat, no need to be smuggled, like the meat of a pig, which could be cut into pieces, clamped and bitten.

Imagination is always different from reality, as if God did it on purpose, and he was willing to look at people's expressions of surprise and marvel at his wisdom and his own stupidity. Peng Cheng let nature play again, but he never resented, he didn't find anything to resent about, he didn't even think there could be anything wrong with that, that green, expectant frog, no matter what it looked like, he wouldn't feel hurt, we are always very tolerant of God, aren't we?

When the bullfrog was served, Peng Cheng was stupid, he couldn't eat a pot of delicious food that was too down-to-earth. But the young man was bold, and he knew that the mess in that basin was all good things. Therefore, after eating a few pieces of potatoes, Peng Cheng felt that he had to taste a bite of bullfrog, so he grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth without warning, clicked his mouth, and chewed it boldly, as if he wanted to take a bite decisively when he couldn't react to what it was. Just one bite is enough for him to remember this taste, and remember the creator of this deliciousness, Xiao Min.

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After being full of wine and food, Peng Cheng and Xiaomin walked out of the restaurant sweating, and they should be so engaged in eating. Either don't go to the hotel to be embarrassed, or you will have a little money, and the waiter will laugh at him, Xiao Min and Peng Cheng will not do it. This is the consistency of Xiao Min and Peng Cheng's behavior and cognition, which makes them unusually harmonious on the issue of eating, so the five hundred and twenty yuan that Peng Cheng won for this meal will be two hundred when he goes out.

There are two hundred left in the busy day, and Peng Cheng is a little lost. He looked at the two red tickets in Xiao Min's hand, and felt like he had lost something. All his happiness, comfort, seemed to be gone in an instant, and it was not as good as when he didn't have these two hundred.

Six hundred and seventy dollars! What are you doing?

Peng Cheng thought hard, but he didn't understand. He just ate stewed bullfrogs, and those two dishes were worth a little money for the bullfrogs, and the rest were matched, so why was the money gone. The young man suddenly felt that the money was a bit of a wretch, and it was over, so how could he feel even more wretched.

If you make money at 6700 a day, it will be 20,000 yuan a month! It's too fierce, Peng Cheng feels a little dizzy, it's not a small amount of money, but if you make 200 a day, it's only 6,000 a month, 6,000 is only, it doesn't seem to be too much.

Hmph, don't calculate everything, it's scary!