A life of financial freedom

Night. After evening self-study, a large number of students swarmed out of the school.

Zhong Rou walked slowly, sighing from time to time, "Alas!"

"Zhong Rou, why are you sighing? Is your spirit crushed by my blow? I'll give you a chance to submit to me." Ba Siqi walked over with her arms crossed.

"Rat."

"Ah!!!" This word was like a switch, and the calm Ba Siqi became frightened and left at lightning speed.

Zhong Rou shrugged: "Silly der."

Some time ago, rats appeared in the class. Zhong Rou caught a rat to play with, and accidentally threw it on Ba Siqi's head. Since then, Ba Siqi has been very afraid of rats.

Wen Qing said softly: "Rou Rou, don't sigh. Sister Yue and Brother Chu Fang will be back soon."

"What's the use of them coming back? I want to go with them."

Zhong Rou didn't miss Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue; she just wanted to travel to the United States to experience the local customs, AK47s, bombs, zero-dollar shopping, free fighting, and other entertainment activities.

Wen Qing: "... ..."

"Rou Rou... ..." Yang Meina saw Zhong Rou and waved quickly.

Because Yang Meina's home was far away from the high school in the昙花(昙花, Tanhua) residential area, and Yang Meina didn't want to live in the昙花(昙花, Tanhua) residential area, she had to drive Zhong Rou back and forth these days.

"What's wrong? I'm picking you up, and you're still not happy?" Along the way, Yang Meina looked at Zhong Rou's depressed look through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say, "Your sister and Chu Fang are really not good people. They leave whenever they want and entrust you to me. It's happened several times. I've become your 'Dehua'."

Yang Meina drove to her boyfriend's company building to pick up Wang Wenhao from work.

Many colleagues were surprised to see Zhong Rou:

"Yo, who is this?"

"Sister Na and Brother Wang are moving so fast? You already have a child."

"It's simply amazing. I admire you."

"... ..."

Zhong Rou rolled her eyes: "I am your dad."

Everyone: "... ..."

Yang Meina gave a thumbs up. She liked Zhong Rou's simple and straightforward language.

Everyone dispersed.

After a while, Wang Wenhao came out, saw the two of them, and said with a smile, "Nana, you don't actually need to pick me up. I can go home."

Then he said to Zhong Rou, "Rou Rou, are you tired from studying today?"

Zhong Rou rolled her eyes: "What do you think?"

At this moment, Zhong Rou's heart was full of resentment towards Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue. Whoever provoked her, she would retort, regardless of good or bad, indiscriminate attacks.

The corners of Wang Wenhao's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, "What did I say that for?"

After so long, Wang Wenhao also understood some of Zhong Rou's character.

He couldn't help but slap himself.

Too talkative.

Yang Meina poked Zhong Rou: "Can you be nicer to my boyfriend?"

"Hehe... ..." Zhong Rou squeezed out a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

Wang Wenhao: "... ..."

After a brief chat, the three of them went home. When they returned to the residential area, they didn't rush in. Instead, the three of them were hungry and ate supper outside.

"Die, all of you die." Zhong Rou bit the barbecue skewers, almost breaking the metal skewers, venting the resentment in her heart.

Wang Wenhao touched his arm, which was covered in goosebumps.

Yang Meina looked at the night sky: "They shouldn't have arrived in the United States yet, right?"

... ...

It takes 14 hours to fly from Shanghai to the financial city of the United States.

After only three hours of flying, Chu Fang felt restless, scratching his head and cheeks. After five hours of flying, his eyes were already blurred. After eight hours, he felt like he was running out of breath.

After ten hours, Chu Fang suddenly became active again and was having a great time playing with an American child.

They looked at each other, and Chu Fang reached out his arm and slapped himself in the face. The American child, fearless, also slapped himself in the face.

They slapped each other like this, and their faces were almost red.

The two sides argued.

"I'll give you something harsh." Chu Fang gritted his teeth and slammed his head against the wooden board above the seat.

The American child was even fiercer, slamming his head against the steel armrest. After slamming, he looked at Chu Fang with bright eyes.

Chu Fang gave a thumbs up: "You, awesome!"

The child seemed to understand his praise, and his neck was raised high, with a look of得意(dé yì - smugness).

Zhong Tingyue and the American child's parents looked at each other, and the three of them smiled awkwardly.

"Can you be a little more stable?" Zhong Tingyue poured a glass of water for Chu Fang.

"I can't be stable at all. I'm dying."

Chu Fang had been bored and had taken a green-skinned train for more than ten hours, and his butt was almost rotten. These ten hours on the plane were no different from the green-skinned train.

Chu Fang swore: "I will never take such a long flight again. If I take it again, I'm a dog."

Zhong Tingyue reminded him: "But we have to take it again when we come back."

"I'll swim back to Shanghai."

"Good luck, Mr. Chu."

Time passed little by little, and the plane kept flying. Chu Fang felt that his life was coming to an end. Just as he was about to cross the gates of hell, the plane finally arrived in New York.

"Whew... ..." Chu Fang suddenly returned to reality from the gates of hell, "Finally arrived."

He jumped up and grabbed Zhong Tingyue's hand: "Let's go, let's see the foreign scenery."