Chapter 1962 (1/2)

Wang Peng's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

Huang Wenjing saw Wang Peng's face and knew that boss Wang is dead now. Wang Peng must have nowhere to go. She rented a house for Wang Peng in the past two days.

Seeing that Wang Peng didn't speak, Huang Wenjing hugged him and said coquettishly, ”I don't care. If you don't promise, I won't let you go!”

Wang Peng smiled helplessly and said a good word.

The house rented by Huang Wenjing is not big, but it is clean and warm.

He has prepared pajamas, razors and even clothes for Wang Peng.

As soon as Wang Peng entered the door, he felt a burst of warmth.

Home, isn't that it?

I just don't know how long it has been. I don't feel the warmth of home at all.

That taste only existed when Zhang Wen was there, but now it has become an illusory illusion.

After seeing Huang Wenjing, Wang Peng thanked the woman in his heart.

”I'll cook tonight and try my craft.” Wang Wenjing blushed when she saw him staring at herself.

Wang Peng hugged her directly from behind.

”Thank you.”

This makes Huang Wenjing feel sour.

If only this scene had happened two years ago, if there had been no accident in Wu Yang and if everyone was well, what would it be?

Wang Peng and Wu Yang may be physical education teachers now. When they get together, they will discuss some school events from time to time.

Now, Wu Yang is gone.

Of course, she wants to open up now. She doesn't blame Wang Peng.

She knew it was all because Wang Peng stepped into the underworld. She didn't understand the world.

The world full of blood and fighting bothered her.

That can make Wang Peng lose his mind and kill Wu Yang.

Now in the name of boss Wang's death, she must bring Wang Peng out! She knew that Wang Peng was not bad-minded. Wang Peng was forced to do all this.

Then she can't let Wang Peng continue to make mistakes on this road.

”Wang Peng, you should have a good rest at home these days. Don't think or do anything.” Huang Wenjing said seriously.

Wang Peng nodded.

Then Huang Wenjing went to work in the kitchen.

Wang Peng clumsily changed into his pajamas and sat on the sofa.

But a sense of relief is coming.

I don't know how long it has been. Wang Peng hasn't been so relaxed.

This is the feeling of home, warm and nostalgic.

He hid the knife in his clothes quietly. He was afraid that the bloody knife would defile his goddess.

Hum.

At this time, his cell phone vibrated.

It's brother Yijiao's name.

The last thing Wang Peng wants to see now is his name.

He ignored and put his cell phone aside.

But then the phone rang.

Wang Peng picked it up.

”Hello.”

”Brother Peng.” on the phone, there was a tired voice from brother Yijiao.

”What's up?” Wang Peng took a deep breath.

After that night, brother Yijiao was in a state of melancholy.

Never, he hasn't had this mood.

Brother Yijiao is also a sunshine boy who likes sports. Even if he was cut, he has never been depressed before.

But this time, he became a melancholy boy.

This is all linked to a word, meaning.

Seeing Wang Peng and Zhang Guohua fighting frantically that night made him feel like a dream.

There is only blood and fighting in the dream, and the friendship disappears without a trace.