A life of financial freedom

It was late at night when we got home. The moonlight was shining on the ground, and the earth was silver-gray.

Zhong Rou was still waiting for the three people at home. After hearing the story tonight, the little girl was very excited and punched vigorously: "If I go, I will knock that woman down with one punch, and taste the power of my Zhong-style eight punches!"

Yang Meina touched Zhong Rou's little head and said softly: "If you go, I won't make any money."

With Zhong Rou's personality and destructive power, the victim easily became the perpetrator.

But there will be no income of 100,000 yuan.

Yang Meina took out a hundred yuan, handed it to the little girl, and said, "Go to bed, you have to study tomorrow."

"Oh." Seeing the money, Zhong Rou immediately laughed, raised her head and saluted, "Thank you, sister Na, come to me if you have anything in the future."

"Go to bed."

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing the little sister enter the room, Zhong Tingyue said to Chu Fang, "You should also go to bed early."

And he replied, "Do you want me to cook a few dishes for you two?"

He saw that the two wanted to chat tonight.

"No need."

Seeing this, he didn't say much and didn't interrupt the chat between the two sisters.

There were only two sisters left in the living room. Zhong Tingyue placed the cold dishes she packed back on the table, including chicken feet, lotus root slices, etc. Yang Meina knew where Chu Fang's good wine was, so she took it out and said, "Red wine is boring and tasteless. Oh, there is Maotai, so I have to try it."

"Will your Chu Fang not cause me trouble?"

Chu Fang stepped on slippers: "As long as you can drink it, drink as much as you want."

Yang Meina rolled her eyes: "Can I get a discount?"

"..."

The two sisters sat at the table. Yang Meina poured two glasses of wine and clinked them lightly. She took a sip carefully: "Tsk, it's really a good wine, not much different from Jiang Xiaobai outside."

"I can't tell the difference either."

Zhong Tingyue rarely drinks, but her alcohol tolerance is still quite good.

Yang Meina shook her body, took out a stack of banknotes from her pocket, put it on the table, and then said: "You also worked hard tonight, this is your reward."

The two were childhood friends, and they knew each other's thoughts too well. Since the moment Yang Meina fell, Zhong Tingyue had already known her childhood friend's countermeasures, which was to blackmail the middle-aged woman.

She couldn't be beaten in vain.

That's why she was so hysterical and fought for her childhood friend's rights.

The cooperation between the two was seamless.

Zhong Tingyue naturally accepted the stack of money, and her red lips opened slightly: "In the future, don't get involved with those people, try to stay away from them."

"I can't help it." Yang Meina drank the white wine in one gulp and shrugged her shoulders, "I have been conscientious enough. I didn't cheat the man of his money, and even didn't collect the transfer, but what can I do? Should I grab his hand to stop him from giving gifts? If I don't make money, I really feel guilty."

Nowadays, there are too many fools and not enough scammers.

Yang Meina didn't even lie, didn't give the other party hope, but the fool wanted to take money out of his pocket.

She just wanted to make some money on the Internet, and didn't want the Internet to affect reality.

Zhong Tingyue also understood that her childhood friend was already doing well in that circle, so she thought about it and suggested: "Why don't you come to my studio?"

"Work? No, no, that's too boring." Hearing this, Yang Meina waved her hand, "Besides, I can't do anything, and it's not very meaningful to get paid for nothing."

"Chu Fang Company... ...”

Yang Meina didn’t care: “I won’t go either. I’m doing well at work now, and I’m relaxed.”

After a pause, she realized someone was staring at them, and looked back at Chu Fang; “What are you doing secretly? Want to hear what we sisters are talking about? How can you, a grown man, be so gossipy? Do you want to know what color my underwear is? I’ll tell you.”

“Black.”

“Get lost!”

Seeing that they were fine, Chu Fang went into the house. Yang Meina glared at the door angrily, and then turned back to complain to her childhood friend: “You don’t care about him, you’re just a hooligan.”

Zhong Tingyue said slowly; “You want to say it yourself.”

Yang Meina crossed her arms and had to sulk, but after a few glasses of wine, her sulk disappeared, and she said: “Chu Fang is good, a very nice person.”

If Chu Fang heard it at this moment, he would definitely burst into tears and be deeply moved.

He didn’t even hear Yang Meina’s words of praise for himself.

Zhong Tingyue said, "You need a boyfriend."

"No!"

"Why?"

"Sister, I'm living well by myself, why do I need a boyfriend? It's just adding to my troubles." Yang Meina said, "Not everyone can find Chu Fang like you, rich, handsome, gentle, loyal to love, what a perfect good man."

Paused, as if sighing and said: "I have finally understood the men nowadays. None of them are good. No matter they are rich or poor, they always have those things in their mind. But once they get it, they will not cherish it, and even throw it away..."

The voice echoed in the room, and Zhong Tingyue listened quietly to the narration of his childhood friend.

Yang Meina entered the society after graduating from high school. She worked many jobs, encountered many things, and met many people, all kinds of human relationships and the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

Because she had experienced so much, she cherished the sisterhood between her and Zhong Tingyue even more.

After watching for half a year, she had a real definition of Chu Fang: a good person.

People get drunk by themselves without wine. Yang Meina, who used to have a good alcohol tolerance, gradually got drunk and fell at the table, muttering softly.

Chu Fang touched his chin: "You can't drink much either."

Then he and Zhong Tingyue helped Yang Meina into Zhong Tingyue's room together, the latter took care of her, and the former cleaned up.

After cleaning, Chu Fang boiled some honey water, and Zhong Tingyue fed it to his childhood friend, who fell asleep immediately.

Zhong Tingyue covered the quilt, pressed the gaps around, and left the room.

Chu Fang and Lily were staring at each other. When he saw Zhong Tingyue, the tabby cat instantly put away his fighting posture and lay down at Zhong Tingyue's feet.

"Hehe..." Seeing this, he smiled like a child, "You are almost fighting with me."

Zhong Tingyue sat next to him: "Sorry to bother you tonight."

"It's no trouble." Chu Fang took Zhong Tingyue's slender hand, which was smooth and tender, just like the skin of a newborn baby. It felt like two words.

Enjoy!

"But... I didn't expect you, Zhong Tingyue, to be that kind of person. You quarreled with that middle-aged woman tonight like a shrew. It's not an exaggeration to say that a shrew scolds the street. When did you learn such a skill?"