A life of financial freedom

Looking at the chat records, Zhong Tingyue felt that his childhood friend should not be so easily compromised, and he was far away in Beijing and powerless, so he quickly sent a message to Chu Fang.

[Wangshu: Mr. Chu, what are you doing now? ]

[Love Solo Player: Going to work! ]

[Love Solo Player: Come on.JPG]

[Wangshu: Stop pretending, go and persuade Nana. ]

The management of the studio has been handed over to someone else, what is there to do?

Slacking off all day, eating and waiting to die.

[Love Solo Player: That's your childhood friend, it's not good. ]

[Love Solo Player: Simple.JPG]

Zhong Tingyue saw through his thoughts at a glance.

[Wangshu: There is a reward]

[Love Solo Player: What reward? ]

After a lot of arguing, the two sides reached an agreement immediately.

[Love Solo Player: That's your childhood friend, and it's my childhood friend, how can you talk about rewards? You are insulting the relationship between us. I won't bother with you this time. I can't do this again next time. I will go to persuade Yang Meina. 】

[Love Solo Player: Guarantee to Complete the Task.JPG]

Zhong Tingyue: ... ...

If you hadn't argued with me just now, I would still believe your nonsense.

... ...

Magic City.

Chu Fang, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly became energetic, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and suddenly became excited, which made the fat man next to him stunned.

Chu Fang ignored the fat man, downloaded Douyin, and opened Yang Meina's live broadcast room.

At this moment, there was a dog head in Yang Meina's live broadcast room, speaking softly, without the usual momentum, and the barrages in the live broadcast room comforted her. The former said softly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just lost a PK, and that sister didn't mean it."

Chu Fang wanted to laugh when he heard it.

You have complained to the capital, calling that PK opponent a green tea bitch, and you have already thought about plastic surgery, and you are still okay?

Chu Fang recharged tens of thousands of yuan and ordered a few carnivals.

Yang Meina was in a very low mood, but when she saw the carnival, the dog head image disappeared at once, and the characters appeared on the screen, with a smile on her cheeks: "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother, thank you for love..."

Halfway through the words of thanks, Yang Meina was stunned and said jokingly: "Hey, isn't this my number one brother on the list? Why are you so kind to come to my live broadcast room today? Why are you giving gifts? I won't return it this time."

"Let's have lunch together at noon?" Chu Fang typed.

"No!" Yang Meina refused instantly, with a serious face: "I am a green anchor, I don't drop in without paying."

"..."

So you want to receive gifts for free?

And you say that others are green tea, your tea art is comparable to others.

At noon, a restaurant.

Chu Fang met Yang Meina, who was wearing sunglasses and fashionable clothes, looking like an urban beauty. The two talked about plastic surgery.

Yang Meina pursed her lips: "There is no way. Female anchors rely on youth. Compared with those female anchors born in the 2000s and even the 2010s, I am not superior. In addition, those young girls are very green tea, one is more attractive than the other, so I must work hard on my appearance."

At this point, she rolled her eyes at Chu Fang: "You men are born to be fickle, and you fall in love with every girl you meet."

It's none of my business, I am single-minded.

Chu Fang thought about it and advised: "You will be very ugly when you get older after plastic surgery. What if you get a terrible surgery?"

"Everyone will get ugly when they get old." Yang Meina was very stubborn, "You also said it was just a one-in-a-million chance. Am I really that unlucky? Is it one in a million?"

"You can't bet your face that you are not that one-in-a-million chance. Once you make a mistake, it will not be a one-in-a-million chance, but a one-in-a-million chance." Chu Fang said.

"I just want to do it, don't stop me."

"..."

It's really a donkey, can't be pulled back, right?

Chu Fang was helpless.

With his personality, when faced with such a thing, he usually respects other people's choices and laughs at other people's fate.

But the other party is Yang Meina, Zhong Tingyue's childhood friend, and he should dissuade her from doing so.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll take you to the plastic surgery hospital after eating." Chu Fang said helplessly.

The two had lunch and then went to a plastic surgery hospital. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a large group of slender women with white cloth wrapped on their heads, chatting in twos and threes.

It must be said that the medical beauty industry is indeed easy to do now, it is simply a huge profit, and it has mastered the girl's mind.

Chu Fang took Yang Meina to the door of a doctor's room.

I saw a male doctor answering the beautiful woman's doubts.

The male doctor is wearing a fitted white coat with a neat shirt and tie. His shoulders are broad and his back is smooth, showing a good figure, healthy skin, moderate complexion, and well-defined lines.Bright, giving people a sense of determination.

But those eyes were dull and lacked brilliance.

He answered the beautiful woman's questions one by one.

"Doctor, am I beautiful after plastic surgery?" the patient asked expectantly.

The male doctor spoke softly, as if he had no strength at all: "Everyone has their own definition of beauty."

"So in your mind, am I beautiful?"

"Hmm..." The male doctor supported his chin with one hand and looked at the patient in front of him. His eyes were still so dim, without the joy of appreciating beauty, and even without ripples, as if he was looking at a piece of wood, "Hmm... Hmm..."

He said 'hmm' for a long time, but never gave his answer.

Finally, he answered hesitantly: "In your mind, it must be the best-looking."

The beautiful woman was not satisfied with this answer and continued to ask: "Doctor, is there anything else I need to improve? I will continue to do it."

The male doctor said slowly: "Read more books."

"Ah? Why?"

"Reading is interesting."

The beautiful woman was puzzled by this, but she had to leave when she saw someone coming to consult.

Chu Fang walked in, sat in front of him carelessly, looked at the male doctor and said: "You are a hammer doctor. You didn't answer the patient's questions directly. Don't be a doctor."

"If you don't want to be a doctor, then don't be one." The male doctor rolled his eyes, "If you want a direct answer, I have only one suggestion, breast augmentation."

"Why?"

"Big breasts are no brains, which is more suitable for rich brothers."

"..."

You almost said that others are stupid... ...

The male doctor didn't even glance at Yang Meina. He looked at Chu Fang and said slowly, "How did you find time to come to me? Do you want plastic surgery? Forget it. I only suggest you 'reopen'. That will be more convenient."

"Your illness is not healed yet?" Chu Fang stretched his neck and said with a smile; "Brother, I am different from you. My illness has been cured. I went to the Taoist temple to fulfill my wish a few days ago. I don't want to 'reopen'. I want to get married and have children. I don't want to live alone like you."

Hearing this, the male doctor frowned and his voice finally changed a little. It was like the tone of someone who was afraid of his brother's suffering and afraid of his brother driving a Land Rover. He said, "Are you okay? Are you in love?!"

"Who told you not to check the circle of friends?" Chu Fang tilted his head.

"I'm a little tired today. You can go." The male doctor waved his hand and signaled to leave.

"Hehe..." Chu Fang's eyes narrowed into a slit.