A life of financial freedom

Zhong Tingyue's eyes were filled with surprise.

Her fiancé Chu Fang was a man who had never been to a flower garden. He had met many beautiful women in his life, but none of them could get within three feet of Chu Fang, even the so-called Internet celebrities.

Zhong Tingyue had seen a famous female celebrity send a message to Chu Fang, chatting about private topics, but Chu Fang was annoyed and deleted her message directly.

Those beauties were not in Chu Fang's eyes, but at this moment there was a girl who had such a close relationship with her fiancé.

This short-haired woman was touching Chu Fang's chest muscles unscrupulously, and the latter looked like she was raped.

"You female hooligan, get out of here." Chu Fang pushed the short-haired woman away, and then introduced to Zhong Tingyue, "This is my junior high school and high school classmate 'Feng Ling'."

The short-haired woman looked up at Zhong Tingyue: "Who are you?"

"My name is Zhong Tingyue."

"Oh, I know you." Feng Ling nodded, "You are Xiao Chuzi's fiancée, my mother has mentioned you a lot."

Feng Ling's mother and Chu's mother are sisters and card partners.

Feng Ling introduced herself, and then turned to Chu Fang and said, "It's not easy to meet, let's go for a drink?"

"No." Chu Fang refused.

"You have to go even if you don't want to." Then, Feng Ling forcibly dragged her to the bar. Zhong Tingyue and the long-haired woman looked at each other and followed.

Entering the bar, Chu Fang and Feng Ling talked about their experiences over the years, college, work, and life.

Zhong Tingyue watched the two chatting, laughing and scolding, and inexplicably felt a sense of tension in her heart. She had never seen Chu Fang and other girls so congenial.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips, her delicate face looked more solemn.

After playing in the bar for more than an hour, the two parties parted ways. Feng Ling said, "Let's play together when we have time."

Chu Fang nodded, "No problem."

The two parties parted ways. On the way back, Chu Fang jumped and looked at his fiancée with his head tilted: "Ms. Zhong, you seem unhappy?"

"No." Zhong Tingyue shook his head, "You and Feng Ling?"

"We were classmates in junior high school and high school, and we were deskmates. Sometimes she copied my homework before she finished it, and she copied her name on it. The teacher scolded her and me."

Chu Fang thought of the experience at the time and felt funny. "Feng Ling should be the girl I have contacted the most before college, except for my mother."

Zhong Tingyue nodded: "Are you childhood sweethearts?"

"I think so." Chu Fang hesitated, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes shot out golden light, "Ms. Zhong, you are unhappy all night tonight, you are not jealous, right?"

"No."

Late at night, the moonlight fell on the ground, full of silver light.

Zhong Tingyue tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, then sat up and looked at the night sky.

She was upset about meeting Feng Ling today.

She felt a sense of urgency in her heart, as if Chu Fang would break up with her and be with the woman named Feng Ling when she woke up.

She didn't feel this way about Zhang Yan at the beginning.

Because Zhang Yan was just wishful thinking, Chu Fang was not interested in her at all, but this Feng Ling... ... was different.

The two were classmates in junior high school and high school, and had a previous emotional foundation. From the chat between them, it can be seen that they get along very well.

Zhong Tingyue looked down at Chu Fang who was sleeping soundly, and she felt sorry for herself. She clenched her fist and wanted to hit Chu Fang, but halfway through the punch, she stroked Chu Fang's face: "Mr. Chu, how can you sleep?"

"Maybe I think too much. So many childhood sweethearts didn't get together."

Zhong Tingyue shook off those inexplicable thoughts and lay down to sleep.

... ...

In the next few days, Chu Fang chatted with Feng Ling every day, and made plans for dinner whenever he wanted. The more Zhong Tingyue saw them, the more she felt that they were a real couple.

Although he took her with him when he ate, she always felt uncomfortable.

Feng Ling's seat should be hers.

After work that day.

Chu Fang said, "Feng Ling will treat us to dinner tonight."

"I'm not going." Zhong Tingyue refused.

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Tingyue replied, "I don't want to go."

Chu Fang tilted his neck: "Is your menstrual period early? Why have you changed a lot these days? Are you possessed? It's not the Zhong Tingyue I imagined."

"Yes." Zhong Tingyue nodded, "Mr. Chu wants a wife who can play with you, have something to talk about, and can take you to the bar to have fun, but I'm sorry, I can't do that. How about this, Mr. Chu, take a concubine, I raise my hands and agree."

"Zhong Tingyue, are you sick?" Chu Fang touched the other's forehead.

"You are sick!" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, then took a big step and went home angrily.

Chu Fang was stunned: "Eh? Why did this woman suddenlyIs she angry? I just made a very ordinary joke and left. "

"These days she always has a gloomy face, as if I owe her money. I think about when this started. Oh, I remember, it was the night I met Feng Ling."

Thinking of this, Chu Fang's face showed a happy expression: "Is this woman jealous? She is definitely jealous!"

He gradually guessed the real thoughts in Zhong Tingyue's heart, and then ran up quickly: "Ms. Zhong, are you jealous of Feng Ling?"

"No." Zhong Tingyue said calmly, "I don't know her well."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know her well, but I do know her well."

Zhong Tingyue glanced at him.