A life of financial freedom

It was late at night. Zhong Tingyue stood in front of the window, looking at the full moon, with a perfect arc at the corner of her mouth.

Chu Fang, who was next door, got into bed at this moment and felt a little cold. He rolled left and right, but there was nothing inside. He felt sad: "I'm in love, why do I still sleep alone? It's so unfair!"

... ...

All night, Chu Fang's mind was full of the scene of "rolling in the sheets" with Zhong Tingyue. It was the critical moment.

It was dawn, and he woke up... ...

The sad mood enveloped him.

But he quickly cheered up and encouraged himself: "It's okay. The closer the relationship, the less chaotic the heart."

He simply washed up, left the room, opened the door as usual, went to the kitchen, and prepared breakfast.

When he finished cooking, Zhong Tingyue also walked in sleepily as usual.

It was almost eight o'clock after dinner.

Chu Fang packed his backpack, and Zhong Tingyue looked at him, Asked: "What are you doing?"

"Going to work."

"Founder Investment Co., Ltd."

"No, I'm going to the studio."

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue sobered up a little: "Why are you still going to the studio?"

"If I don't go to the studio, what should I do?" Chu Fang tilted his neck, "Founder Investment Co., Ltd. doesn't need me to go there every day. As long as it runs normally, I can only go to your studio."

"You have so much money, why do you go to work."

"I can't play around every day, that's so boring."

Zhong Tingyue said: "No, you can't go to my studio."

"Why?!"

"I want to solve my own problems." Zhong Tingyue thought for a moment and replied softly, "Sit here for a while, I'll go get something."

Suddenly She left the house and went back to the next door. After a while, she came back with a document and put it on the coffee table. She motioned Chu Fang to take a look and then said slowly:

"Didn't you give Nana a sum of money and ask her to invest in my studio and take up shares? A few days ago, she transferred all the shares of the studio to me. I thought about it and you have two choices now.

One is that I transfer Nana's shares to you and you become the majority shareholder of the studio; the other is that I owe you 2.31 million, which is the amount of money you gave to Nana. I will write you an IOU."

After a pause, she met Chu Fang's eyes and said seriously: "I hope you choose the latter."

Chu Fang grinned: "Is it necessary to be so serious?"

"Yes."

"..."

Zhong Tingyue thought very simply.

Although the two were together and became boyfriend and girlfriend, although a few million was just a drop in the bucket for Chu Fang, she was not willing to accept her boyfriend's gift.

As a woman of the new era, Zhong Tingyue has her own ideas and concepts.

"Okay." Chu Fang sighed, "Write the IOU."

At this moment, the document has turned to the last page, which is the IOU written by Zhong Tingyue. It clearly states: Zhong Tingyue owes Chu Fang 2.31 million...

Zhong Tingyue said, "Sign it."

Chu Fang signed her name, and Zhong Tingyue's face was full of smiles.

How could she not be happy that her boyfriend did not ignore her thoughts because of his wealth and thought about the problem from her perspective.

"Then can I go to work?" Chu Fang asked.

"Of course..." Zhong Tingyue replied subconsciously, and suddenly thought of something else: "By the way, I have rejected all the clients you helped the studio recruit. Don't find clients for the studio in the future. I, Zhong Tingyue, have hands and feet, and can get the recognition of clients through my own efforts."

What a stubborn woman... ...Chu Fang could only sigh: "Okay, okay~~~, then I can go to work."

"That's fine." Zhong Tingyue finally nodded, and then added: "But your basic salary is only 4,000 yuan, and the salary is linked to the workload."

Hearing this, Chu Fang's voice rose eight degrees: "Hey, my salary was 8,000 yuan some time ago, how come it was cut in half all of a sudden? Although I don't need 8,000 yuan, you can't embezzle it all of a sudden, that's my hard-earned money!"

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes: "Tell me, have you ever completed a job worth 8,000 yuan? You spend all day slacking off in the studio and chatting nonsense, and occasionally attending friends' weddings. I gave you 8,000 because you are my boyfriend and I thought you were very poor, but now that I know you are so rich, why should I continue to give you the same salary?"

"So..." Chu Fang scratched his face and said subconsciously: "You were supporting me some time ago."

Zhong Tingyue smiled all of a sudden, her boyfriend's thinking is alwaysIt was so lively, and he pursed his lips and said, "Almost."

Until he arrived at the studio, Chu Fang gradually came out of the world of the "little white face" and accepted the reality that he was supported by a girl for 8,000 yuan.

I'm only worth 8,000 yuan? !

Entering the studio, Zhong Tingyue patted him on the shoulder: "Don't let me catch you slacking off in the future, otherwise I will deduct all the 4,000 yuan from you."

"..."

Chu Fang pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Chu! Fang!" At this moment, a loud and resentful voice came from behind.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a pair of flaming eyes. Jiang Wenzhen was looking at him angrily: "You bastard, you lied to me again."

"How did I lie to you?" Chu Fang said, "I have always said that I am rich, but you just don't believe me, blame me."

"I thought... I thought you were joking with me."

"The truth is always told in a joking way." He said slowly, "Let me tell you, I know a few male stars you like, all of whom have toasted me, and I have their WeChat."

"Tsk..." Jiang Wenzhen subconsciously despised, but thinking of Chu Fang's true identity, he was an out-and-out rich man, and it was normal for him to know a few stars, so she asked in a sincere tone: "Really?"

At this moment, she believed it.

"Of course... it's fake." Chu Fang dragged out the tone, "Can you use your brain? Those male stars are not as handsome as me, not as rich as me, why should I add them as WeChat, are you just bored?"

Alas!

The stupidity of this front desk colleague was beyond his "medical scope" and was hopeless.

The consequence was that Jiang Wenzhen chased him around the company with a broom until he went to work.

Chu Fang was still sitting lazily at his workstation, looking lazy.

Four thousand yuan salary? It doesn't matter, I have plenty of money.

Zhong Tingyue, you can fine me or not.

"Brother Chu." The voice of the fat man Cai Guan came into his ears.

Chu Fang squinted his eyes and replied softly: "Yeah."

"You and Sister Zhong..."

"The sound of the waves is still there!"