A life of financial freedom

Soon they arrived at the community, and at the door, Chu Fang knocked on the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

He knocked hard, but there was no response, which made Chu Fang even more flustered.

He faced the security door and kicked it with all his strength...

The door opened, and when he saw Zhong Tingyue, he hurriedly retracted his feet, but he couldn't stop the trend, and finally knelt down at Zhong Tingyue's feet.

Zhong Tingyue: "???"

"Today is not the Spring Festival, there is no need to kneel, and I didn't prepare a red envelope."

Chu Fang: "..."

He stood up and tilted his neck: "Just exercise."

"Why didn't you go to the studio?"

Zhong Tingyue went home and said, "I'm not feeling well."

"Oh... ...ah?"

Chu Fang then looked at his fiancée carefully. She looked a little haggard, with a slightly red cheek, eyes closed, long eyelashes trembling, pale lips, and slightly messy hair, but still exuded a kind of lovable and fragile beauty.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? What's wrong? Is it a serious illness? Ms. Zhong, you must not leave. How can I live in this world alone..."

Zhong Tingyue said faintly: "My period has come."

"Eh?" Chu Fang immediately calmed down, "So it's this? It's okay, why didn't you tell me?"

"I moved out because I want to live alone. If I told you, there would be no point in moving out." Zhong Tingyue explained, "You've seen it, and you should leave too."

"No!" Chu Fang refused, "I want to stay with you."

Seeing that Zhong Tingyue wanted to talk, he said seriously: "Zhong Tingyue, I can promise you other things, but not this."

"Woman, go to bed and rest now, leave the rest to me."

"Oh." Seeing that Chu Fang was about to get angry, Zhong Tingyue didn't argue much.

Chu Fang entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found the leftover noodles, potato chips, and cakes. He complained, "What does this woman eat every day? It's not nutritious at all."

Fortunately, although Zhong Tingyue rarely cooks, she also bought a lot of ingredients. Then he boiled a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water with those ingredients.

Walking into the bedroom, he saw Zhong Tingyue biting her red lips tightly, and her beautiful face was slightly distorted.

He helped his fiancée up, and then fed her ginger and brown sugar water, and drank it slowly.

Chu Fang asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"No."

"..."

Although Chu Fang knew that this thing had little effect on women's menstrual period, you didn't even have a little psychological comfort.

Then I boiled this thing for nothing?

His hand covered Zhong Tingyue's belly, gently stroking it, with an incomparable tenderness and cherishment. Zhong Tingyue's skin was delicate and smooth. Through the thin clothes, he could feel the subtle ups and downs and temperature under her skin.

Chu Fang rubbed his fiancee's belly, raised his head, and saw a delicate face, smiling.

He directly said: "You didn't inform me of such a big thing, and you are still smiling here, you have the nerve, right?"

"I'm not thinking about living alone."

"Even if I live alone, I have to pass this level first."

Then what's the point of living alone? Zhong Tingyue thought to herself.

She felt that moving out did not reduce her dependence on Chu Fang, on the contrary, she seemed to rely on Chu Fang more.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. I didn't sleep last night."

"You're awesome!" Chu Fang gave a thumbs up. He didn't want to pursue what the woman didn't tell him. He helped her down and covered her with a quilt. "Then you should get some sleep first."

Zhong Tingyue pulled the quilt: "Where are you going?"

"Heaven!" Chu Fang said angrily. "Nonsense, of course I'm here to accompany you."

Chu Fang moved a stool into the bedroom and sat next to her. While rubbing Zhong Tingyue's belly, he looked through various strategies for women's menstrual periods.

"Mr. Chu."

"Yeah."

"I can't sleep."

"Count sheep."

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... ..., I want to count you."

"???"

"One Mr. Chu, two Mr. Chu, three Mr. Chu, all mine..."

Chu Fang was speechless: "You are quite fickle!"

Zhong Tingyue's clear voice echoed in the room. After an unknown period of time, the voice gradually subsided. Chu Fang looked and saw that Zhong Tingyue had fallen asleep.

Zhong Tingyue slept peacefully, her eyelashes closed lightly, her breathing was long, a faint smile hung on the corners of her mouth, her long hair was like silk, scattered on the pillow, like a quiet elf.

He pulled out his hand, covered the quilt, and then went out quietly.

While Zhong Tingyue was sleeping, Chu Fang went downstairs to buy some vegetables and meat, and then started cooking.

While he was cooking, he suddenly heard loud music coming from next door.There was a lot of noise and noise, as if the neighbors next door were having a party.

This community is different from Zhonghai Mingyuan and Tanhua Community, and the sound insulation effect is not good.

He frowned slightly, came to the door of the neighbor next door, and knocked several times before the door was opened. It was a delicate beauty.

"Hello, who are you?" the delicate beauty asked.

Chu Fang said: "I am the fiancé of your neighbor next door. She is sick today and is recuperating at home. Can you be quiet? I'm really sorry."

"Oh, okay." The delicate beauty nodded and said.

"Thank you."

"It's okay."

The exquisite beauty looked at Chu Fang's figure: "A beautiful woman and a handsome man, a perfect match."

The exquisite beauty closed the door, turned down the music, and then said to a few friends: "My neighbor next door is sick and is resting, everyone please keep your voice down."

A few friends were not satisfied:

"It's broad daylight, and you can't speak louder."

"If you are sick, you should go to the hospital, not stay at home."

The exquisite beauty's boyfriend also nodded: "That's right, this is not morally blackmailing us..."

The exquisite beauty glanced at her boyfriend, who shut his mouth.