A life of financial freedom

Back in the downtown area of Modu(魔都: magic city), Chu Fang transferred 200,000 to the leader of this group of men in black: "Everyone go drink, it's on me."

"Thank you, Young Master Chu."

Chu Fang waved his hand. After everyone left, he stayed where he was and sighed: "Alas!"

"What's with all this happening day after day."

The life Chu Fang wanted was ordinary and plain, to accompany Zhong Tingyue to the end of her life, and nothing else.

But countless unexpected things always changed his thoughts and life.

Chu Fang was EMO for a while, then quickly cheered up: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it, it's boring."

He drove back to Camphor Laurel Community.

He came home and saw Zhong Tingyue standing in front of the window, the silk nightgown on her body hanging down like flowing water, the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone.

The nightgown straps rested on her fair shoulders, and under the skirt, her slender and well-proportioned legs were faintly visible, her bare feet, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

"Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang did not reply, but instead hugged Zhong Tingyue, his head resting on her shoulder.

Moonlight passed through the thin gauze curtains, lengthening the shadows of the two.

"Ms. Zhong."

"Hmm."

"I'm not happy."

"Then how can I make Mr. Chu happy?"

"Do some art, bah, something vulgar."

"???"

"I'll dance for you."

The lights in the living room dimmed a bit, Zhong Tingyue in a silk nightgown, the music started, lightly raised her arms, her jade hands like orchids, soft as boneless, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, her posture lithe, like a willow branch swaying in the wind... ...

After a song, Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes: "How about it, Mr. Chu? Is it artistic enough?"

Chu Fang was silent for three seconds: "I still want something vulgar."

He is just a vulgar person, he can't appreciate art, he just likes vulgarity.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo... ..."

The door opened, Zhong Rou came home, doing somersaults while making music with her mouth.

"I'm back!"

Seeing his sister-in-law's bright smile, Chu Fang was very puzzled: "Rou Rou(柔柔: softly), why are you always so happy?"

He rarely saw his sister-in-law angry or worried, mostly she was smiling.

"Brother-in-law, do you want to know?"

Chu Fang nodded.

"One hundred."

He directly sent one hundred (yuan).

Zhong Rou answered his questions: "Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, don't take anything to heart."

Chu Fang: "???"

Okay, that's also a method.

Chu Fang cover his stomach: "I'm hungry."

In order to find trouble with Ye Zhijie, he didn't even eat dinner tonight.

Zhong Rou also said, "I'm also hungry."

"What do you two want to eat?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other and said in unison: " river snail rice noodles!"

Soon, three bowls of river snail rice noodles were brought up, the bright white and thin rice noodles were distinct, curled up in the bright red spicy soup, the greenish yellow pickled bamboo shoots, the golden crispy fried bean curd sheets, the crisp wood ear shreds, the crisp peanut rice... ..., extremely impactful.

At first, only Zhong Tingyue ate river snail rice noodles at home, Chu Fang and Zhong Rou both kept away from river snail rice noodles, and even felt contempt for Zhong Tingyue.

This woman is not a good thing either.

But after taking a bite, they both discovered: It's really good!

That kind of spicy taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, like flames burning the taste buds; the sour aroma of the pickled bamboo shoots spread out, and the freshness of the river snail soup was like a warm current.

"Who invented this thing?" After eating, Chu Fang was covered in sweat.

"Don't know," Zhong Tingyue shook her head.

Chu Fang saw that his sister-in-law's face was red, panting, he asked: "Is it spicy?"

"Spicy!"

"Then you still drink the soup?"

Zhong Rou was actually going to drink the soup.

"My body should be controlled by my brain, not by my taste buds. My brain tells me that I want to drink this soup, to let the taste buds know who is the master of the body."

After speaking, Zhong Rou directly drank the red soup of this bowl of extremely spicy river snail rice noodles.

Chu Fang: "... ..."

The three finished eating river snail rice noodles, then went back to their rooms to sleep, but the smell of river snail rice noodles permeated the entire house, which was a misery for the three pets in the living room.

If these three pets could speak, then it would definitely be beautiful Mandarin.

... ...

Waking up the next day, Chu Fang stretched: "It's another beautiful day."

Yesterday's的事情(事情: things) have been left behind, and ahead is a more beautiful future.

But Chu Fang's mood was not happy for three seconds, and he was depressed again. Kang Bo sent a message saying that Fangzheng Investment(方正投资: company name) had some things that he needed to handle personally.

"Who the hell invented this thing called going to work? Isn't it harmful?"

Zhong Tingyue flicked her beautiful hair, and her originally messy hair became smooth all at once, revealing a delicate and almost perfect face.

"Mr. Chu, I discovered something."

"What is it?"

"Why am I not pregnant yet?"

"It's only been a few days."

They have only decided to prepare for pregnancy for less than half a month, how could it be so fast.

If she really got pregnant so quickly, Chu Fang would start to panic.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Chu Fang was furious: "Zhong Tingyue, don't insult people!"

"Hee hee... ..."