No one knows where they will meet love, and it is like death. Peng Cheng, the old tree that is not young anymore, has bloomed new flowers again, he will always be like an ignorant child, sending a signal in the vast sea of people, waiting for the one who receives it and responds to him, and then shines brightly.

His sea of flowers is so vast, he only needs one chance, one time is enough. He soon met the third woman he had met since he met Beibei, the third woman who made his heart flutter and his imagination flutter.

"Who's giving him the porridge?" she asked, casually, with a glance.

Peng Cheng's afterglow swept across her grim side face, and he didn't answer the question immediately, but he wasn't too nervous. He took out the boxes in the paper bag one by one, fried eggs, pies, and broke the chopsticks and handed them to her. The boss is gone, and the rest are the people who came to surf the Internet, all the people who don't matter, and then he said, "My mom." ”

"I thought your daughter-in-law was there!" the woman's smart eyes curled, and with a hint of mockery, she ignored the chopsticks he handed her, picked up the spoon and tasted it.

"Isn't it good?"

"It's okay" her eyebrows were gently lowered, and under the annotation of his burning eyes, she was very disdainful, but she looked very casual and tasteful: "What about your daughter-in-law?"

"Back to her mother's house, can she still take care of me?" Xu couldn't make it up anymore, Peng Cheng changed the topic: "You still can't eat?"

"I don't eat, I'm not hungry, you can eat what your mother gave you!" she deliberately shook off her hair, like a woman in an old movie in the nineties, and moved to the side.

This woman's old man came to the Internet café to surf the Internet, and there was a trance, Peng Cheng felt that she came to the Internet café to surf the Internet because she had taken a fancy to herself. On the day he first saw her, it was snowing heavily, Ding Yali had to go out, and she never came back after she went out, that was the first time this girl came to the Internet café to surf the Internet, and in the second half of the night, it was about one or two o'clock in the morning! Peng Cheng thought that no one would come again, so he found a machine in the front row and was playing, so she came.

She was tall and thin, wearing golden shoes with very high heels, it was so cold outside, she was wearing thin, close-fitting clothes and pants, a beige waist-cinching trench coat, a little old-fashioned. There was obviously no one in the bar, so she stood in front of the bar, one foot slightly cocked, only the heel of her shoe was still poked on the ground, motionless, and not called a person.

Peng Cheng still remembered that time he was attracted by the back of this girl as slender as himself, with long flowing hair, just a rubber band on the back of his head relaxedly. Her hair was yellow, faint, not as dark and deep as Beibei, but like a lingering mist, no matter how she struggled, she was still in the mist.

She was simply beautiful, slender and tall, almost seventeen-five, and the golden heels clicked on the floor tiles, crisp and pleasant, mixed with the impermeability around her, and she seemed to be even more prominent and mysterious. Peng Cheng followed the slender heel to the thigh, to the upturned buttocks, her soft waist, sharp shoulders, and then the looming neck, and then he looked down at his legs, and suddenly his confidence increased sharply, which was what he longed for in his heart.

"Surfing the Internet?"

"Hmm!" the girl snorted, and fiddled with the phone with her head, but her face was slightly tilted, and she did not turn around, and the elegant silhouette leaked out with a slight crook.

Peng Cheng stood up and turned into the bar, lowering his head and being a little shy, which seemed to be his habit: "How much money to bet." ”

"One hundred, let's get a card!"

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The girl's expenses are really large, and her hands are full of jewels, although she knows at a glance that they are all fakes, Peng Cheng can still see that she has a little money. She generally disliked exaggerated ornaments, and her neck was full of delicate little chains, delicate and elegant, without showing traces, and then she came again the next day, and on a particularly cold day, she changed into high-heeled shoes with red soles.

Every time Peng Cheng stood in the bar, the girl lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone, she was a young girl, a young girl who pretended to be old. Under the dim light in the Internet café, she was shy and confused, that day she sat on the machine next to Peng Cheng to play games, a delicate gold chain around her neck was shining, so the slender neck became more and more white, she always played an online game that Peng Cheng had never seen, shrugged her shoulders gently when it was critical, the skin and flesh were like white stove sugar, and there was no flawed matte texture.

Peng Cheng turned his head sideways to look at her playing, his eyes couldn't take away his slender neck, and he was always pulled by the bleaching color from time to time. It's an online game that fights monsters and upgrades.,Cartoon version.,The operation and the game itself are unusually simple.,But he hasn't played it.。 After watching it for a while, he involuntarily whispered into the screen of her computer, "What are you playing with?"

All romances almost started with a pick-up, and the girl turned around and said the name of the game, but he didn't remember that it was when the four eyes were looking at each other that sparks were sparking, and Peng Cheng didn't catch fire immediately. He finally saw the potholes left by the pimples on the girl's face, some of the red envelopes that had not yet been raised, and the red dots with black tips.

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"You said your daughter-in-law doesn't care about you. The pimple girl put her hand on her cheek, tilted her head to watch Peng Cheng eat, condescending like a princess, she had to speak so hypocritically, so that Peng Cheng smiled, women have never failed to tell the truth, just like men.

"She can't control me. Peng Cheng's unruliness shone brightly in the eyes of the pimple girl, and even she herself was fluttering.

Love is like climbing the peak step by step, someone is trampled underfoot, someone will be like Everest, marking the unattainable ideal in the heart, you know, as long as you can always go to the ideal, the ideal will eventually be trampled underfoot, just then, at a glance all the mountains are small.

"Then who can control you, your mother has to come and bring you food when she is so old. She smiled smartly, she had an understanding of Peng Cheng's unrealistic words that were incommensurate with her age, maybe without the men around her, she would not be so straight, and she would not be forced to make this soft voice.

"You can. Peng Cheng raised his head, he knew that she was flirting with him, and he also knew that he always had to face scrutiny when lying.

"Go, annoying. The pimple girl showed the joy of the victor, the glory of self-confidence that was more attractive than other women, and roasted her face red.

"My mom also sent me money, give me fifty. As he spoke, Peng Cheng took out the money and slapped it on the table: "What are you going to eat in a while?"

"Your mother will send you fifty wow from afar! ”

"I won't be allowed to go home tomorrow, and if I have more money, I won't go home again. I'm done with them, and my mom doesn't know yet. ”

"Hmph!" the pimple girl smiled charity, so Peng Cheng laughed too, he liked her mocking look.