Peng Cheng took the money and returned home, and along the way, he still thought that he was going to call Bei Bei and ask her to return the capital, but he didn't know why, he always couldn't get the phone when he got home. Liangzi went back again, Peng Cheng couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, as if he was forced to do the most disgusting thing in his heart, but he understood Liangzi, this kid probably couldn't find a more suitable place, and Peng Cheng was also a little confused about his future vision.

For Beibei, he is angry, it is a feeling of unsteadiness, it is good to have money, once there is no money, Beibei will always change his face in a trembling light, and he is about to break up with himself, which not only makes him afraid of losing, but also makes him afraid of owning, Beibei does not seem to treat him as a relative.

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"Old Peng, what are you doing?"

Ozawa finally couldn't continue to pretend to be asleep, he raised his head and asked the motionless man sitting on the bed opposite, "Are you not in shape?"

Between the eyes of the beautiful boy, the bridge of his nose was slightly tightened, he must have really felt that something was wrong, Peng Cheng sat there, looking at his bed of red quilt with big flowers in a daze, it had been a long time.

After a while, seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Ze's long, delicate eyes like a woman swept back and forth on Peng Cheng's face. His small and beautiful melon seed face and excellent figure are also excellent, which further proves that men and women have the same hobbies for the opposite sex. Ozawa's financier once said, she said: "Women don't love beautiful men, that means that you don't have the capital to love beautiful men." "Chromophobia is the same, both men and women are the same, the difference is just that men have money in their pockets.

"It's okay, what should I do?" Xiao Ze seemed to suddenly remind Peng Cheng, and he came back to his senses, his eyes were desolate. Looking at Xiao Ze, his unsteadiness in his heart was even worse, this guy was so beautiful and had such a difficult life.

"You're not going to surf the Internet?" Ozawa reminded him with embarrassment, hiding his arm under the covers.

"Go in a moment. Peng Cheng stood up and turned to rummage in his upper bunk, remembering that he still had half a pack of cigarettes.

"Hey, Ozawa, you said your eldest sister, can you talk about it?"

"Cut!" Ozawa clearly did not like the topic and did not answer. In fact, Peng Cheng didn't really need him to answer, he didn't even look back at Xiao Ze, no one could understand Xiao Ze better than him, in the face of survival, there should be a lot of things that could be put down.

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Peng Cheng went downstairs, he walked to the Internet café, with 1,300 yuan in his pocket, and he seemed to have more confidence in his heart. When he came to the intersection, he didn't need to turn a corner, but he still got into it. Peng Cheng swore that he wasn't, he just casually walked around, or he still wanted to see the broken yard, but that's all. He felt no more guilty when he thought of this, and when he went to the dilapidated courtyard again, he saw that it was still dilapidated, quiet, and still there.

The blue door that Peng Cheng had seen last time was just the back door of this small dark field, and there was a more beautiful gate in this place, at the other corner of the street. It was a glass-covered gate, warm in winter and just enough to keep out the rain in summer, but he couldn't wait to get to the next street corner, and the young man didn't bother at all, and without hesitation, he went straight into the small courtyard, as if a rope was dragging him, and ran to the blue gate. Half an hour later, he lost all his strength, and only then did he walk out of the main entrance, this damn glass cover, the sun did not obscure his eyes, and made him confused, one thousand three, it was really an unlucky number, at least he himself always failed to cross this hurdle.

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Peng Cheng was annoyed, but it was strange that this time he was not so troubled, he knew that he couldn't call Bei Bei anymore, and even he was afraid that Bei Bei would call, but he didn't seem to be as flustered as before. He didn't know how to face her, he didn't know how to tell her that he actually got the money, but he was reluctant to pay her debt, and he took it to the casino and lost.

At the same time, Bei Bei was anxiously waiting, she fantasized that Peng Cheng would send her their capital, and then use the money earned to continue living. But she didn't know that she was really just fantasizing, and Peng Cheng's money had already been lost when she was still fantasizing.

It wasn't until the third day that Peng Cheng didn't call again, and Bei Bei was sure that the money was gone. When Peng Cheng called again, she asked him flatly, "How's the business?" as if sarcastic.

"Xiaodou said that the bathhouse has been too tight recently, and it is not easy to get out, so I haven't gotten out!"

"Oh. ”

Bei Bei had an unexpected sense of steadiness, and that "oh" was really appropriate. Peng Cheng suddenly heard the meaning of what she didn't say, and he had nothing to defend about it, but what annoyed him the most was that Bei Bei always denied him when he was at his most depressed. She was always denying him, giving him a slap in the face when he was most down, and most in need of her gentle protection, so he hung up the phone, he didn't want to hear anything from Bei Bei to hurt himself, she was really capable.

He hated her, he really hated her, hated everything, hated her good, hated her for being too shrewd, hated her for always taking the right measure, making herself look transparent under her nose. At this point, the girl will not quarrel with her Sisthic like an ordinary woman, so that everything will have a chance to be explained, and not as she is now, unpleasant.

Peng Cheng couldn't and didn't want to do anything, the guilt was thrown far away with hatred, and he couldn't see it anymore, so he called Liangzi again and borrowed five hundred yuan. The young man's heart was very frustrated, he didn't want to borrow money, but now he really wanted to borrow, borrowed, he felt a little bit, a little warmth itched in the cold heart, he had to plunge into the casino, and when he came out, five hundred became five thousand.

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Peng Cheng was so happy, he took the money, and his whole body trembled, as if his whole life was burning and boiling. The money seemed to bring him closer to Beibei, this was the only hope he could still make her smile, he was like a little grass stretching his body, moisturized, so excited that his heels were not next to the ground, fluttering, free, he was the first to call Beibei, found the most famous hot pot restaurant in the city, and invited her to eat hot pot.

The girl wore a dark gray woolen coat, the coat that Peng Cheng will always remember, that was when they first met, and Bei Bei also wore this coat. It's just that there is no expression on her face, but it makes Peng Cheng feel her grievances even more, which makes him a little flustered. He gave her all the money that day, and he only kept less than five hundred, and he looked forward to Bei Bei being like when they first met, like a girl in the spring of twenty-eight Sichun, always believing in him and relying on him.

"Daughter-in-law, you should pay back all the money!" Peng Cheng said flatteringly, seeing that the girl did not move, he handed over the money and put it on Beibei's hand.

"Paid it back?" Bei Bei looked at the neatly folded tickets handed in front of him, and he was no longer excited. She asked tentatively, raised her face to look at him, she wasn't sure if Peng Cheng really wanted to help her pay back the money, after so long, she didn't expect him to pay back the money. The relationship between her and him now is like the first competition in a basketball game, and they are both temptations.

Seriously, she was afraid of him, this was a strange fear, all the emotions between men and women were always intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether it was love or hate. She doesn't really care about money, even Peng Cheng can leave now, Bei Bei also thinks that she can repay the money herself, and now she is only tired of him.

"Hmm!" Peng Cheng looked at her cautious and provocative appearance, and his heart was scratched by something, is Bei Bei afraid? Is she so stubbornly afraid? or ...... They both know what to do if they come back and ask for money?

"I can't ask for it! I'll be home in a moment, you can return it!"

Is he going home?, Bebe's eyes widened in surprise.