A life of financial freedom

After the midnight snack, Zhong Tingyue paid the bill.

As for why Zhong Tingyue paid the bill, it was because Chu Fang's willow tree had repaid the favor today.

Looking at his rogue look, Zhong Tingyue clenched her fists and slowly loosened them.

The two arrived at the door and said good night to each other.

Door 2004.

"You're back." He Yi turned sideways to look at Zhong Tingyue at the door and waved her hand, "You're back just in time, hurry up and help me."

Huh?

Zhong Tingyue was confused.

Walking into the living room, I saw a girl lying on the sofa, about 23 or 24 years old, with bright red lips, delicate makeup, and a slim figure. With the black hip skirt, she looked enchanting and charming under the moonlight.

At this moment, the girl in the hip skirt had a flushed face and blurred eyes, as if in a state of intoxication, and stretched out her arms: "Wine, I want wine."

"Okay, I'll satisfy you." He Yi waved to Zhong Tingyue, and after the latter took over her position, the former went to the kitchen, took out a box of milk from the refrigerator, tore open the package, and fed the girl in the hip skirt with a straw, "Come on, this is imported from abroad, 1982 Lafite red wine, delicious, right?"

The girl in the hip skirt had hazy eyes and looked drunk, and whispered softly: "Really... really delicious."

Hearing this, He Yi laughed all of a sudden.

Zhong Tingyue patted the girl in the hip skirt on the back, and He Yi watched the girl in the hip skirt finish the milk and clapped her hands: "Okay, it's late at night, I'm going to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow, and I'll leave your childhood friend to you."

He Yi went straight back to the room to sleep.

"Yueyue..." After drinking the milk, the girl in the hip skirt became more conscious and squinted her eyes. "When did you come to my house?"

This is my house, not yours. How much did you drink tonight? When did you come to my house? ... Zhong Tingyue pulled the corner of her mouth.

She really wanted to slap her childhood friend in the face, but she stopped in the end.

There was no need to argue so much with a drunkard.

She helped her childhood friend into her room.

... ...

In the early morning, when the sun just showed signs of rising, Zhong Tingyue had already woken up.

She opened her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at her childhood friend next to her. She was sleeping with her eyes closed, and then she sighed softly.

She was exhausted last night.

First, she gave her childhood friend a bath. Just after the bath, she made a fuss about wanting to drink. She gave him another box of milk and then he gradually fell asleep. After falling asleep, he suddenly vomited, then got up to tidy up the sheets, and didn't fall asleep until more than three o'clock in the morning. After falling asleep, he started to pull her quilt again.

She didn't sleep well the whole night.

Her childhood friend was good in every aspect, but he liked to drink. He was a pure drunkard and was not honest after drinking.

After waking up, she couldn't fall asleep, so Zhong Tingyue simply got up.

After a simple wash, she walked to the window. There was a vase with flowers in it. She picked up the flowers and put them aside. Then she picked up the willow branch that Chu Fang gave her last night and put it in the vase.

She stepped back a few steps, looked at the vase, and nodded with satisfaction.

This was the first gift Chu Fang gave her, and she would treasure it well.

After finishing the work, I looked at the time. It was not yet seven o'clock. I left home and went to the breakfast shop downstairs to buy some breakfast.

After returning home, Zhong Tingyue raised her eyebrows: "You woke up."

"Ah." Yang Meina, my childhood friend, narrowed her eyes, fiddled with her messy hair, walked out of the room, and answered her question.

"Go to the bathroom to wash up, and come to eat."

"Oh."

When my childhood friend finished washing up, Zhong Tingyue had already placed breakfast on the table. The two sat opposite each other and ate breakfast.

"Drink less in the future." Zhong Tingyue said.

"Okay."

"..."

Based on Zhong Tingyue's understanding of his childhood friend, this answer was equivalent to an interjection, just a response.

The two chatted casually.

Suddenly, Yang Meina opened her sleepy eyes, a ray of light flashed across them, and she stretched her neck: "Oh, I remember, last night He Yi told me that you have someone you like? Is it true?"

"Yeah."

The two have been friends since childhood, and Zhong Tingyue did not hide anything from her and answered generously.

"Oh my god!!!" Yang Meina's voice rose eight degrees, full of disbelief, "Really???"

"I don't have to lie to you." Zhong Tingyue's attitude was calm.

"Pa...hiss..." Yang Meina didn't believe what she heard, thinking that she was still awake, she stretched out her hand and slapped herself hard, Zhong Tingyue's mouth twitched, the crisp sound echoed in the room, and the pain on her face hitYang Meina woke up and came to her senses: "Do you really have someone you like?"

"Yes."

Then she told Yang Meina about her experience of meeting and getting to know Chu Fang, and also explained her inner feelings and thoughts, speaking without reservation.

After listening, Yang Meina's pupils were still wide open, and she had not come out of the explosive news.

In Yang Meina's impression, her childhood friend Zhong Tingyue has always been a fairy-like figure who is high above, not troubled or worried about the world, and will not be dragged down by people or things in the mortal world.

But such a fairy actually has the idea of ​​lingering in the mortal world and falling in love with ordinary people.

"Is that Chu Fang very handsome?" Yang Meina looked towards the next room 2003, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the wall and saw Chu Fang next door.

"Well... very handsome." Zhong Tingyue replied.

"Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Does he like you?"

"I don't know."

Yang Meina retracted her gaze and frowned slightly: "Scumbag?"

"No." Zhong Tingyue shook her head, "Based on my understanding of Chu Fang, he should be a boy who has never been in a relationship. He just graduated from college and is lazy all day long. He is a simple boy and does not fit the image of a scumbag."

"Tsk!" Yang Meina looked disdainful, "How many boys have you met? Can you tell at a glance whether he is a scumbag? Come on! You are a woman with a love brain now, how can you know what a scumbag looks like?"

Speaking of this, she paused and touched her chin, as if thinking: "No, I have to get in touch with him and see what kind of man he is, and test him."

"No, I..."

Zhong Tingyue wanted to refute, but was interrupted by her childhood friend: "If you don't let me test your crush who you haven't met, I will tell your parents about this matter, and then... Hehehe."

"... ..." Zhong Tingyue regretted telling Yang Meina about Chu Fang at this moment. She felt infinite regret in her heart. If her parents knew, the consequences would be disastrous. She pursed her lips and said, "How do you want to test me?"

Yang Meina raised her legs, which were long, thin, and white as snow. She slid from top to bottom and posed in a charming posture: "Beauty trap."

"..."