For a while, Peng Cheng's daily income was almost more than 1,000. That was his period of total victory, and even Peng Cheng himself reminisced about those days repeatedly in his later life. Money is like a flame that rises from the magpie, always drilling into the palm of his hand, he is very uncomfortable when it is hot, but he is also very happy. But no matter how easy the money is, he really can't stand Peng Cheng's spending method, he can only give Bei Bei two or three hundred yuan every day, and Peng Cheng will spend all the rest of the money in this day.

Bei Bei finally figured it out, the man swelled, he was squirming, shaking his head and tail. She always had a faint worry in her heart, what was he squandering for so much, how long would he have to squander? She knew him very well, money was nothing to him, he was using money to maintain his ...... She couldn't say it clearly, she only felt that Peng Cheng's heart must be empty, otherwise he wouldn't need to do this to flaunt himself. He doesn't seem to be able to resist, and he doesn't want to, that's something he can't break through, but it seems that money can.

What if that day of no money comes back? There are always hidden worries in a woman's heart, and Bei Bei can never be like Peng Cheng, who has the pride of returning after losing all her money. She had to save up the money, because she could almost conclude that the day was destined to come back.

So, every day two or three hundred, she will save up, waiting for the poverty that will come, in order to be able to ask for more! Or rather, if a woman can't get love, use money to compensate! She rarely restrains him, and she can't restrain him, in this case, why bother with him, Bei Bei is always very happy when she understands it.

Peng Cheng has never thought about what Bei Bei is so happy about, like all arrogant men, they think of women too simply, he thinks that Bei Bei's happiness is just a kind of women's worship of great men, which even makes him feel fluttering. He finally made this woman who was not happy to give money, and it was really happy, didn't it? It turned out that she was not an unusual girl, she just had a high laugh.

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There is no woman who doesn't like to worship him, even if this like is just liking, not love, he will like it. No matter how hard Peng Cheng tried, he couldn't deceive himself, he didn't know what love was, and he didn't even want to know what it was, but he knew that his feelings for Bei Bei were probably different from love. Bei Bei would always ask for him, but the feeling she asked, he didn't have it anymore, every time the girl mentioned it, he would rise from the bottom of his heart with a wave of disgust, but he didn't really want to dislike her, Peng Cheng also wondered, why was what he thought in his heart different from the natural reaction of his brain?

This morning, Peng Cheng went to work early, the air in the morning was always so light and cold, he looked to the northwest from a distance, the sky above the sky, the towering buildings, standing straight. He remembered that he once stood under the building, took Beibei's hand, pointed to the highest part of the building, and said to her: "Daughter-in-law, if you say that you will die together, I will jump down from there immediately, and I will die first and wait for you." ”

After so long, remembering that the young man still had goosebumps at that moment, he swore that what he said at that time was true, if Bei Bei hadn't looked at him with such disdain at that time, he probably wouldn't have known that she didn't actually love him. Like now, when he looked there, even if he wished he could go back to the old days with her, he would never want to jump down again to prove anything. That tall building is like a mirror in the image, he doesn't know what his feelings for Bei Bei are now, but it is definitely not the original feeling, the most terrifying thing is that even he feels that it is not even love.

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What's the use of thinking about this? He laughed at himself when he practiced himself, Peng Cheng turned around and stopped looking at the building. He hadn't eaten, he got up in the morning and got dressed and came here, and now he's a little hungry. The wind became more and more cold, Peng Cheng took two quick steps into the bathhouse, and when he passed the bar, Xiaodou gave him the thickest ham sausage, not pork, as thick as the thing below, and if you look closely, it is still as long. Peng Cheng subconsciously pursed his lips and smiled, his head jumped decisively, he thought of Aunt Xue, looked at the ham sausage in his hand again, and hurriedly arranged it into two sections, nauseous for a while.

He walked towards the men's department, and as he passed the shoe rack, he saw where Yoshiko was sitting on the plastic stool in front of the shelf. Liangzi is like a nest man who has not served his daughter-in-law and has been buried, and the whole person is piled up on the plastic. He looked like this almost every day, Peng Cheng didn't bother to look at him, only broke open the ham sausage, handed Liangzi half of it, turned around and went straight to the second floor.

In the rest room on the second floor, the small lights have not been turned on yet, and the black pressure also knows that the old nose man is sleeping inside. As soon as Peng Cheng pushed the door, a light outside shone into a large area, and the big river in the bar jumped up from his seat, followed the light and glanced at the door, and saw Peng Cheng shrug his shoulders exaggeratedly, and then let out a sigh.

"Brother Peng, what are you eating?" Okawa muttered quietly.

"Bring me two bowls of noodles!" Peng Cheng took out ten yuan from his pocket, the sour smell in the rest hall was unusually refreshing, and Peng Cheng was a little uncomfortable with the wet and sticky water vapor rushing to his nose.

"Da Chuan, this house smells big, who pulled the house?" In the quadrangular rest hall, people were sleeping in corners where no light could be seen, Peng Cheng took two out of the box of ham sausages, and when he looked up, he saw Da Chuan's grumbling cheeks: "Let's have another bowl of noodles!" After speaking, he took out another ten yuan to him.

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Humming a song, Peng Cheng walked downstairs, he liked this feeling, he hadn't made a move for a few days, and he missed it so much! He hadn't read a few books, but he had seen the Water Margin, and he had always felt that Song Jiang and himself must be exactly the same idea, very simple, nothing more than hating money, otherwise why would he give all the money to others to spend, and still spend it like that.

Peng Cheng likes this feeling of being touted, although he also knows that these people really don't necessarily want to praise him, but this doesn't matter, at least it feels that Peng Cheng is very useful, and that's enough. Looking at the pug-like faces of his little brothers, his self-confidence is much higher, at least he doesn't feel like he doesn't deserve her like he did when he saw Beibei.

He turned back again, and Ryoko was still sitting there! He drooped his head, and the half of the chicken sausage in his hand stood still the same half, and his shoulders drooped like a bow that was about to break. Peng Cheng judged that he almost let the girl play again, probably because she played a little harder yesterday and broke the child. He walked over, gently squeezed Ryoko, and handed him two bowls of noodles.