A life of financial freedom

After the three sisters' gathering, everyone went back to their own homes. Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets, while Zhong Tingyue took his arm and walked slowly.

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"Life philosophy."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and didn't ask any more questions. She looked at the night sky and said, "Oh, Nana is almost 26 years old and still has no partner. What should I do?"

Hearing this, Chu Fang touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "Yang Meina is very proud. Most people can't catch her eye."

"Nana is very good." Zhong Tingyue said, "She is beautiful, a famous beauty in our village, and a goddess in the hearts of many people; she is also very capable and has saved a lot of money; she is also single-minded in love and has only had one boyfriend."

"That's why it's difficult to deal with her." Chu Fang put Zhong Tingyue's hands in his pockets, feeling and stroking them carefully, feeling the smooth skin.

Back then, Chu Fang had given her more than a dozen carnivals and also showed her the balance of several million in his account, but Yang Meina actually resisted the temptation and refused further requests.

Although she was working as an anchor, she had her own principles and bottom line.

From this point alone, he realized that Yang Meina was very arrogant.

"Yang Meina is more difficult to deal with than you!"

Zhong Tingyue tilted her neck, looked at him, and smiled: "Oh, I am easy to deal with?"

"Well..." Facing the blazing eyes, Chu Fang pinched his girlfriend's arm, "It's really easy to deal with. I didn't even make a move, and you surrendered."

"Oh, then I'll show you the difficult side."

Zhong Tingyue broke free of her hands, her face serious, and strode forward, while Chu Fang shook his head.

This woman is so unreasonable, she can compare everything, and being easy to deal with or difficult to deal with does not represent a person's good or bad.

... ...

When Chu Fang woke up in the morning, the rustling sound of the curtains pulled him out of his dream. He opened his eyes and saw a strong wind blowing outside, making a humming sound.

Yesterday it was sunny, but today it was windy and the weather was unpredictable.

He let the strong wind blow, leaned sideways, took his phone, fiddled with it, and replied to the message he had not seen.

Chu Fang raised his eyebrows. Last night, his future father-in-law sent a message, asking briefly about his and Zhong Tingyue's health.

Since adding the contact information of the two elders, Chu Fang often chatted with them.

Chu Fang was a little nervous at first, but as he got to know them better, he found that his future father-in-law and mother-in-law were very good people. They had no objection to their relationship and treated him gently.

After a while, Chu Fang and the two elders became familiar with each other and often chatted on WeChat.

Zhong Tingyue was the same. She added Chu's father on WeChat and often chatted with the two elders of the Chu family to understand the temperament of her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue both tried to contact each other's parents as much as possible and integrate into each other's family.

But there is one difference. Chu Fang contacted the Zhong family elders as the future son-in-law, while Zhong Tingyue communicated with the Chu family elders as the "little sister".

Until now, Zhong Tingyue still did not have the courage to reveal her true identity.

Compared with Chu Fang's boldness and freedom, Zhong Tingyue is more introverted or nervous in terms of feelings.

Correspondingly, Chu Fang did not tell her that her identity had been guessed long ago.

First, Zhong Tingyue did not want to listen; second, he was particularly excited when he thought of the moment when his identity was exposed in the future, when Zhong Tingyue was so embarrassed that she would pick her toes and even want to dig a rat hole to crawl into it.

Oh my god!

After simply replying to the message, Chu Fang got up and walked out of the room. His pupils slightly dilated, looking at the scene in front of him in surprise.

It was just past eight o'clock, but Zhong Tingyue had already gotten up and moved a small stool to sit on. There was an easel in front of her, and she was concentrating on painting. The tabby cat Lily was half-crouching on the window, motionless, and the curtains behind her were fluttering in the wind.

Chu Fang looked at the painting on the bookshelf, which showed a cute little cat, the image of the tabby cat Lily.

The tabby cat Lily seemed to have become a spirit, as if she knew that her master was painting her, like a professional model.

Meow~~~

Lily seemed to be unable to hold on, and called softly.

"It's almost done." Zhong Tingyue responded gently. The tabby cat supported herself again, and Zhong Tingyue obviously sped up the painting speed. After finishing the last stroke, she exhaled softly: "It's done."

Hearing this, the tabby cat Lily jumped down the window and got into Zhong Tingyue's arms. She looked at the painting with green eyes, shaking her head left and right, and her pupils showed obvious signs of dilation, as if she was particularly curious about why the cat in the painting was so similar to herself.

After staring for a long time, she turned around, looked at her owner, and howled softly:"Meow~~~"

"I didn't draw it well today. I'll draw another one for you." Zhong Tingyue touched its head.

"The drawing is pretty good." Chu Fang said as he approached.

Meow!!!

Before Zhong Tingyue could speak, the tabby cat Lily suddenly got angry, her body tensed, her pupils shrank into thin lines, as if she was about to shoot a sharp arrow, and she let out a low and majestic roar.

Chu Fang shrank back.

Damn!

This cat is so hypocritical.

It has completely different attitudes towards him and Zhong Tingyue.

"Be good, be good." Zhong Tingyue looked at Chu Fang's timid look, smiled, and then comforted Lily and said to him: "That's right, I'm a professional."

"How about I draw you a picture?"

"You?" Zhong Tingyue glanced at him.

"Although I'm not an art major, I've drawn pictures after all. Don't underestimate me."

Zhong Tingyue thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Immediately, Zhong Tingyue stood up, walked to the window, put on what he thought was the best posture, and nodded to him.

Chu Fang sat on the stool with a serious face, picked up the pen, and compared it with his girlfriend first, then heard the latter's voice: "Yes, Mr. Chu is a professional."

"That's right, I also won an award before."

"What award?"

"Kindergarten Art Award."

"..."

Zhong Tingyue looked at Chu Fang seriously, the hand holding the pen moved quickly on the drawing board, muttering as if casting a spell, stretched his ears to listen, and heard only: "An old man Ding gave birth to two children, didn't eat for three days, and walked around the pot, bought three loofahs, spent 33 cents, bought a watermelon, spent 88 cents, bought two loofahs, spent 66 cents."

Then he heard Chu Fang's voice: "Okay, it's done."

"Chu Fang, your mother... ..."

Facing the seemingly innocent eyes, Zhong Tingyue bit her back teeth and said: "May your mother live a long life, and you will die today!"

"Do you believe me if I'm kidding?"

"Yes! I'm going to kill you, do you believe it?"

"Murder is against the law."

"Then I don't care."