A life of financial freedom

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Zhong Tingyue helped her mother Gao Ruoyun into the room, and immediately took the sobering soup, and rolled her eyes at Chu Fang, who scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

She wanted to get away with it, but she didn't know that the other party had already noticed her intention, gently twisted her arm, and said with a bit of arrogance in her voice; "Get out."

It's not my fault... Chu Fang pursed his lips.

It was obviously you who proposed it, and found all kinds of reasons to drink. You didn't get me drunk, but got your mother drunk, and you blamed me instead.

Women are really unreasonable creatures.

Zhong Tingyue hugged her mother and slowly poured the sobering soup into Gao Ruoyun's mouth. In a moment, the latter's eyes opened slightly, her expression became a little more sober, and she muttered softly, as if she was saying something.

She didn't listen carefully to what her mother said, but took a hot towel and wiped her mother's face and body. After that, she put her mother down, covered her with a quilt, adjusted the air conditioner, and adjusted the room to a suitable temperature.

After everything was done, Gao Ruoyun had fallen asleep peacefully. Zhong Tingyue turned off the lights and left the room.

When he walked out of the room, he saw Chu Fang still sitting at the table, sipping wine, and he was furious: "You got my mother drunk, and you're still drinking?"

"Don't accuse me." Chu Fang said slowly, "I didn't pour wine for your mother. Your mother took the initiative to pour it. I don't know how much wine she drinks. What can I do? I have to see what happens."

"However, your mother has a good alcohol tolerance and almost got me drunk. But the devil is one foot high and the way is ten feet high. Brother, I finally won. Come on, pour me a glass of wine!"

Zhong Tingyue sat next to him, filled him with wine, and whispered: "My mother used to get my father drunk."

Because she got Zhong Ping drunk, she had the opportunity to get close to Zhong Ping, and then became a couple, a husband and wife, and now there are two sisters.

"My mother is drunk, I'll drink with you." Zhong Tingyue poured herself a glass.

"No, no." Chu Fang shook his head. "You are the same as your mother. You lose consciousness and have no manners when you are drunk. You talk nonsense."

Gao Ruoyun was drunk and held Chu Fang's hand tightly. She kept chattering and talking about all kinds of things, including her love story with Zhong Ping, expressing her concern for her two daughters, and talking about Zhong Tingyue's childhood embarrassment.

In kindergarten, the teacher asked everyone in Zhong Tingyue's class to bring a knife to sharpen pencils. The next day, she pulled out a rusty big kitchen knife from her denim backpack.

This incident became one of the few "lowering intelligence" operations in Zhong Tingyue's life, and Gao Ruoyun often brought it up.

In fact, it is quite interesting to listen to Zhong Tingyue's embarrassment. You can understand this woman from multiple angles, but after drinking, Gao Ruoyun had completely lost consciousness and pulled Chu Fang to prepare to become sworn brothers and sisters.

Good guy, Chu Fang couldn't hold it back at that time.

I want to be your son-in-law, but you want to be your sister.

Is this appropriate?

Not appropriate!

Facing Zhong Tingyue's cold and embarrassed eyes, Chu Fang had to refuse.

Lost the opportunity to be Zhong Tingyue's uncle.

"You said... ... your mother won't feel embarrassed when she wakes up tomorrow?" Chu Fang asked.

"Yes." Zhong Tingyue shrugged, "But letting you two drink is the only way I can think of to resolve the estrangement."

Chu Fang looked deeply at his girlfriend, that delicate face, like a work of art carefully carved by God, now no longer that fairy, but a demon, and immediately said: "Your mother has a daughter like you... ... This life is really blessed."

Getting his own mother drunk in front of the future son-in-law, exposing her true face.

What a pitfall!

Zhong Tingyue raised her leg and pretended to kick him, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then entered the room, accompanied by a bang, and the door closed.

Chu Fang swayed leisurely, humming softly: "Today, the people are so happy..."

... ...

Thousands of miles away in the Central Plains, it was drizzling.

Zhong Ping squatted in front of the door, looking at the night sky, tightened his clothes, and whispered: "Wife, come back soon, I have been hungry for a day."

At this moment, Zhong Ping was lonely, lonely, sad, miserable... ..., and all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart.

Gao Ruoyun was there, he hadn't noticed it, but when Gao Ruoyun left, he realized the good of having a wife, at least he wouldn't be hungry.

As for the thirty yuan that Gao Ruoyun gave him, it had already been washed away at the card table.

It was raining and freezing, and the hunger was unbearable... ...

"Pingzi, what are you doing squatting at the door?" At this time, Zou Biao, the husband of the next-door neighbor Dai Xiuhua, who was also Zhong Ping's good brother, asked with an umbrella.

"Oh, I'm thinking." Zhong Ping stood up, and he straightened his waist, starving as a grandson.

He used to spit behind my back a lotGao Ruoyun said that leaving his wife was like a dragon entering the sea, and the sky was wide and the sea was vast. He said it with certainty at that time, but now he couldn't reveal that he missed his wife.

That would be too embarrassing.

"Thinking, is your brain also used for thinking?" Zhou Biao said mercilessly, "You just miss your wife."

"No."

"Yes!" Zhou Biao said, "I have seen it for a long time, you just can't leave your wife."

"You know shit!"

"My wife made a midnight snack, do you want to eat it?"

"I do miss Gao Ruoyun, but that's not nostalgia, but... ... respect, you don't understand." Zhong Ping frowned slightly, and then said righteously: "Let's go, let's eat, what did your wife do? Get your bacon and pig's trotters, we have been good brothers since childhood, don't be stingy..."

Dignity is precious, but hunger is more precious.

Now Zhong Ping doesn't want to think about those dignity matters, he just wants to fill his stomach.

That's the business!

... ...

In the morning, the sun had already risen in the east, dyeing half the sky red.

Chu Fang opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the woman next to the pillow. Her sleeping posture was natural and elegant. One hand was gently placed on her chest, and the other hand was naturally placed on her side, forming a harmonious curve. Her hair was casually scattered on the pillow, as smooth as silk, and occasionally a few strands hung beside her cheeks, adding a bit of softness.

I don’t know when this bad habit was formed. This woman always likes to climb onto my bed and sleep next to me at night.

In fact, it doesn’t matter. Chu Fang understands, after all, he is so handsome.

But the bad thing is that this woman only goes to bed and doesn’t do business.

For him, what’s the difference between this and holding a bomb?

As if she noticed the gaze, Zhong Tingyue’s eyelashes moved, her eyes opened, and the world was brightened. The two of them met their eyes and looked at each other quietly.

"Ms. Zhong, can't you have a sense of boundaries?"

"What sense of boundaries?"

"A sense of boundaries."

"What sense of boundaries?"

"..."

You just woke up and your brain is 'off', right?