A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang admitted that he had made a bold decision, but seeing Zhong Tingyue's angry look.

Worth it!

Zhong Tingyue rolled his eyes, sat on the small stool, and asked: "I'll draw a portrait for you, how about it?"

"No." Hearing this, Chu Fang shook his head firmly, "You will definitely take revenge on me, and draw a lot."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"It doesn't matter whether it is or not, anyway I won't draw for you."

"Scribble is an insult to my profession."

"Anyway, I don't care."

"..."

Zhong Tingyue snorted lightly, turned his head, and continued to draw on the drawing board, and the object was the whistling wind outside, immersed in his own world; while Chu Fang stretched his waist, washed up simply, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

He was in the mood, and he looked through the refrigerator. There were dumplings made a few days ago, with leek and egg dumplings.

Boil the water, rinse with cold water three times, and the dumplings will be cooked.

"Handmade dumplings taste better than those made by machines." Chu Fang chewed slowly.

Chu Fang was from Shudu, and he had no idea of ​​making dumpling wrappers himself. He originally planned to buy dumpling wrappers directly, but Zhong Tingyue wanted to make them by hand.

It must be admitted that northerners have a high level of attainment in pasta.

Even a "kitchen idiot" like Zhong Tingyue can still make delicious dumpling wrappers.

After breakfast, Zhong Tingyue sat on the small stool again, painting on the drawing board, while Chu Fang lay on the sofa and fiddled with his mobile phone.

The two usually live like this at home, doing their own things, not interfering with each other, and chatting from time to time.

Another blood-boiling failure!

Chu Fang lost interest in playing games, put down his phone, looked at Zhong Tingyue, and suddenly became interested, saying: "Um... ...Ms. Zhong, please draw a portrait for me."

Zhong Tingyue glanced at her boyfriend: "Didn't someone suspect that I was going to play a trick on someone? No!"

Chu Fang turned over: "I trust you 100%."

"Bullshit!"

"Draw a picture." He shook his girlfriend's arm.

"Beg me."

"Please, Zhong Tingyue."

"Call me sister."

"Dad!"

"..."

Zhong Tingyue's mouth twitched.

A son was born for no reason.

She immediately asked Chu Fang to stand in front of the window and pose in what she thought was the most handsome pose.

Chu Fang raised his hand, his palm covered half of his face, his face was serious, and his eyes contained melancholy, like a melancholy little prince.

"So rustic!" Zhong Tingyue complained.

"You are still young, you don't understand."

"..."

Zhong Tingyue was painting while looking at her boyfriend, her body swaying, and the former couldn't help but say: "Oh, don't move."

"My muscles are sore." At this moment, Chu Fang realized that he had done it himself. He chose a pose with his hands stretched out, and his arms were suspended in the air, and his muscles were sore.

"Even Lily can't compare." Zhong Tingyue pouted.

Meow~~~

Lily, the tabby cat, squatted on the ground, looking at the drawing board, her green eyes were as clear as water, and her voice was extremely gentle.

Can't lose to a cat... ...This remark aroused Chu Fang's desire to win, and he restrained himself. He looked at Zhong Tingyue with his eyes. His face was as bright as the moon, emitting a faint glow, his ears were small and exquisite, with clear contours, pink, and his face was as beautiful as peach blossoms.

The most striking thing is that pair of bright eyes, clear and bright, as if they can see through everything in the world, as if they have a strong attraction, making people unconsciously fall into it.

At this time, Chu Fang had only one sentence in his mind:

"Why is this woman so beautiful!"

"Hey, wake up." The clear voice pulled him out of his personal world.

He came back to his senses, and in front of him was Zhong Tingyue's delicate face, pink ears, and bright eyes. He couldn't help but sigh: "Ms. Zhong, you are so beautiful."

"That's it!" Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue raised her chin, "Your portrait is done."

I saw Zhong Tingyue looking at the drawing board, on which was his portrait, standing in front of the window, posing in a fashionable style, and behind him was a strong wind blowing the curtains, fluttering in the wind, as if he could hear the whistling wind.

"Is he handsome?"

"Handsome!" Chu Fang responded, scratching his face gently, "But something is wrong. You don't paint with the so-called 'obsessive-compulsive disorder of perfection'. Every painting you draw has room for self-expression to make the portrait more perfect. Why didn't you paint with self-expression today?"

After a pause, he seemed to understand: "Oh, yes, I'm too perfect, and you don't have room for self-expression. That's okay!"

"You are beautiful." Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, "It's just that you are too ugly, and even self-expression can't make up for your innate defects."

"Zhong Tingyue, you insulted my personality.""Hehe..."

When she started to write, Zhong Tingyue imagined the most perfect portrait of Chu Fang in her mind, but she suddenly found that she could not imagine what Chu Fang's shortcomings were. From every angle, her boyfriend was so perfect.

It was so perfect that it was beyond her imagination.

The real Chu Fang was the best.

"Good painting, I'll give you a reward." Chu Fang stretched out his arms.

"No!"

"You have to accept it even if you don't want it."

Chu Fang hugged Zhong Tingyue in his arms.

After his many bold and illegal attempts and touches, Zhong Tingyue had accepted the hugs between lovers, without resistance, and even kissed from time to time.

Both parties were moving towards the direction of a normal couple.

No, they were moving towards the direction of a husband and wife.

If they were a couple, they would have already had sex.

Chu Fang kissed Zhong Tingyue on the face, but the latter didn't care. A sentence popped up in the former's mind: "The bottom line is meant to be broken!"

There was a strong wind and drizzle outside, but the house was peaceful and warm.

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