A life of financial freedom

The few people then parted ways. Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou went home. Zhong Rou sat in the co-pilot and chattered about her gains today.

She made a lot of money these days. The small treasury is estimated to be close to the mark of tens of thousands. This is the amount of money she has never had. Zhong Rou is very happy.

The cost of that kind of small jewelry is low, and the sales price is two or three times its cost, so the profit is naturally quite high.

Zhong Rou and Wen Qing got their first pot of gold in life.

Zhong Tingyue said in the back seat: "Zhong Rou, do you want me to help you save the money?"

When these words came out, Zhong Rou's face was stern, and she looked at her elder sister like a thief: "No! Mom said the same thing before, and she didn't give me a penny later."

"I have a channel to help you invest the money. It's no problem to double or triple it."

"Really?"

"Your brother-in-law is in the financial industry. If you don't believe me, ask your brother-in-law."

Zhong Rou cast her eyes on Chu Fang, the latter nodded, and the former tilted his head and fell into thought.

Money makes money, money makes money, money makes money again... Then I will have endless money.

Thinking of this, Zhong Rou's mouth opened, and after a few seconds, she said loudly; "No!"

She suddenly remembered that only the money in her pocket is hers, and it is still unknown whether the money can be used when it is in someone else's pocket.

Zhong Tingyue sighed.

This little sister is too smart now, and she can't be deceived.

After returning home and opening the door, Chu Fang threw himself on the sofa, and then he screamed and fell on his waist. Zhong Tingyue supported him and massaged his waist, and asked: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Chu Fang shook his head and straightened his chest, "You have to believe in my body, it's great, especially my waist."

Still driving... ...

... ...

God seems to like to punish those who brag.

The next day, Chu Fang woke up and opened his eyes. Two pretty faces appeared in front of him, one big and one small, with worried faces. Seeing him wake up, Zhong Rou patted her chest and said, "Brother-in-law, you finally woke up."

Chu Fang opened his mouth to speak, but he said a few words and no sound came out. Then he felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning, nausea and vomiting. He turned over and vomited on the ground, vomiting all the food he had eaten last night.

After vomiting for a while, he felt much better. Zhong Tingyue wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and told him the whole story.

Last night, he suddenly cried out that his head hurt, his arms hurt, his chest hurt... ... Anyway, he hurt everywhere. Zhong Tingyue woke up immediately. She immediately contacted Chu Fang's private doctor, who made a comprehensive diagnosis of him and said that his illness was caused by being tired recently. He prescribed a few medicines and told Chu Fang to rest well in the past few days and he would be well soon.

"Tired?" Chu Fang drank a mouthful of water, and finally got a sound in his throat. He asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Zhong Tingyue said, "You have never worked at a high intensity, and you have been working until night these days, so your body can't bear it and you are sick."

Chu Fang wanted to say that he was made of iron, but the pain in his head and the dizziness at the moment told him that he was indeed sick.

Zhong Tingyue blamed himself and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made a bet with you."

If there had been no bet, Chu Fang would not have worked so hard, would have only been slacking off, and would not have been sick. Just thinking about it made him feel that he had done something wrong.

"I can only rest at home these days, so what about the bet?"

"You must have lost."

Hearing this, Chu Fang wanted to get up. I wanted to go to work, but after struggling for a few times, he had exhausted all his strength and could not get up.

The heart is willing but the strength is not enough.

Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend struggle, and smiled: "You, you should rest at home these days."

She pressed Chu Fang on the bed, unable to move, and went out immediately, while her sister-in-law was cleaning up the vomit on the ground, covering her nose and said: "Brother-in-law, you stink."

"One thousand yuan."

"Brother-in-law, you are so nice, you are such a fool... Brother-in-law, you are so nice."

"..."

Zhong Rou cleaned the room, took out the freshener from outside, sprayed it in the room, and the room was instantly fresh. After a while, Zhong Tingyue came in with a bowl of porridge, which was thick, with a white egg and refreshing kimchi.

Zhong Tingyue blew the porridge cold and fed it to Chu Fang's mouth, saying: "The doctor said that you can only eat porridge now, so as not to vomit again."

Chu Fang lay on the bed, chewing the porridge, and nodded gently.

"Alas!" Zhong Tingyue sighed, "I told you not to work so hard a few days ago., so as not to hurt your body. You said you were indestructible at that time. Now it's all right. It's come true. I think you are born to be a young master. You can't do any hard work. "

"I'm just not in good condition."

"I understand." Zhong Tingyue said, "You men have a lot of excuses, not in good condition, the weather is too cold, the temperature is too high, you eat too much, eat too little..."

Chu Fang could still understand it at first, but the more he listened, the more strange it became. It was no longer looking for excuses, but a personal attack on him.

He tilted his neck and looked at his girlfriend, who pursed her lips and smiled.

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking. Let's eat."

After a bowl of porridge, Chu Fang's body recovered a little, and his face was slightly ruddy. He said, "Okay, it's almost nine o'clock in the morning, you go to work."

"You are like this, why should I go to work. "Zhong Tingyue folded the tissue and wiped the corner of Chu Fang's mouth. She folded it carefully several times and then went out: "You rest, I can only rest today, call me if you need anything."

Chu Fang frowned, thought for a few seconds, and asked the sister-in-law next to him: "Zhong Rou, how many times do you girls fold the tissue when you go to the toilet?"

"Ah? I usually fold it twice."

"How many times does your sister fold it?"

"Huh~~~" Hearing this, the sister-in-law looked at him with contempt, raised her thumb, and poked the ground hard a few times, "Brother-in-law, you are so disgusting."

"One thousand yuan."

"Three times. "

Fortunately, that woman only folded twice just now... Chu Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Fang looked at the ceiling, his eyebrows filled with regret and regret. How could such a good body suddenly get sick?

I haven't been sick for more than a year.

Alas!

If you get sick, you get sick. You are so unlucky to get sick when you are betting with Zhong Tingyue. It's really annoying.

Now it's good. I am sick, I lost the bet, and I have to stay in bed, unable to move.

Chu Fang really wanted to teach his body a lesson, let the body know who is the real master, and wanted to slap the body, but after thinking about it, forget it, spare your life, if you do it again, you will not be forgiven.

He collapsed on the bed.