A life of financial freedom

The drizzle in winter is like the sorrow of the sky, lingering and endless, like cold needles, piercing the earth all over the sky, making people feel the chill of bone-piercing.

Moon Room Studio.

Chu Fang lay on his workstation, looking at the rainy weather outside, just like his mood at the moment.

Melancholy, sadness, anxiety, anxiety... ...

He has lived with Zhong Tingyue for a while, but facing his overwhelming offensive and unpredictable tactics, the woman actually resisted all of them, and seemed quite relaxed. The relationship between the two has not developed further except holding hands and kissing on the face every day.

This is unreasonable! This is unscientific!

At this moment, he was lost in thought, thinking about a major issue concerning the future of mankind:

How to deal with Zhong Tingyue?

After thinking for a long time, he did not get an answer.

He was furious: "Believe it or not, I will put drugs in your food. Then... I can do whatever I want, hehe..."

Okay, he was just thinking about it.

The bell for leaving get off work rang on time.

Chu Fang sighed: "Alas!"

Another day of fantasy.

"Brother Chu, why are you sighing?" asked the fat boy Cai Guan with his neck tilted.

"Don't you know how to read people? Can't you tell?"

Cai Guan shook his head: "I don't know."

Chu Fang remembered that the fat boy was a virgin who had never been in a relationship, so it was normal for him not to understand the relationship between men and women.

"Do you want to fall in love, fat boy? I'll find one for you, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"No." Cai Guan refused.

Chu Fang asked: "Why?"

"Girlfriends are not as fun as drawing."

"..."

Listen to what earth-shattering language this is, this kid is hopeless.

Chu Fang packed up his personal belongings and prepared to get off work.

After a while, Zhong Tingyue came out.

Her upper body was a khaki woolen coat, with a classic and simple style. The collar of the coat was slightly turned up, showing her slender neck line. Her lower body was a white pleated skirt, with the hem swaying gently. The pleated design of the skirt cleverly covered the shortcomings of her legs, showing a light and elegant beauty.

Zhong Tingyue's makeup was as simple as ever, without too much decoration, but still beautiful and charming, with extraordinary temperament.

The two left the studio together.

Since living together, Zhong Tingyue rarely or even never worked overtime, and always got off work on time, enjoying the process of going home with Chu Fang after get off work.

It was still drizzling outside, and it was almost raining all day.

Chu Fang held up an umbrella, covered Zhong Tingyue, and walked out of the building.

"It's almost New Year's Day." Zhong Tingyue held her bag, looked at the sky, and said with emotion, "We have known each other for almost half a year, and these six months have passed so quickly."

Chu Fang said: "Ms. Zhong, what gift are you going to give me for New Year's Day?"

Zhong Tingyue retracted her gaze and pursed her beautiful red lips lightly: "What do you want?"

"I want to challenge my weakness."

"Being with me, do you only want that?"

"Don't you think I'm still a man? Don't you think?"

"Don't you care."

"..."

Chu Fang glanced at Zhong Tingyue, her delicate face was normal, and thought to himself: "You think the same as I do, why are you pretending."

He didn't say that in such a hurry. He had been single for more than 20 years, and he didn't care about a moment.

He has far more psychological needs than physical needs.

Chu Fang stretched out his hand, palm facing up, feeling the raindrops, and then handed the umbrella to Zhong Tingyue, took a step to the right, and left the umbrella.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

He replied, "I don't want to hold an umbrella anymore."

"Why?"

"I just don't want to."

Chu Fang was very annoyed by today's weather. The weather was gray, and the raindrops were not small enough to wet my hair, but not big enough to soak my whole body.

He was in a situation where he wanted to hold an umbrella but didn't want to.

After thinking about it, it would be better not to hold an umbrella and feel the drizzle in winter.

"It's drizzling in winter, and it's chilly. Be careful of catching a cold." Zhong Tingyue said with concern.

"No, I have an indestructible body." Chu Fang patted his chest, then stretched his neck and said to his girlfriend with a smile: "It's hard."

"... ..., drive less." Zhong Tingyue held up the umbrella, "Since you don't want to hold an umbrella, I'll hold one."

"No, I'm a young man like the wind, I won't hide under an umbrella."

Zhong Tingyue said earnestly: "You'll catch a cold."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"..."

Along the way, the two were like repeaters,Chu Fang repeated the same words over and over again, but he didn't open the umbrella in the end.

Late at night, Chu Fang took a bath and felt refreshed.

When he walked out of the bathroom and saw Zhong Tingyue sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Chu Fang touched his stomach, his face twisted, and limped out.

Zhong Tingyue turned his head, looked at the uncomfortable look, and immediately ran over and supported Chu Fang: "What's wrong with you?"

"I seem to have a cold."

Zhong Tingyue helped him sit down, reached out and touched his forehead, then touched her own forehead, and was a little confused: "No fever."

But he didn't think too much, went into the room to take out the prepared cold medicine, and wanted to give it to Chu Fang.

He said, "Cold medicine is useless."

"It is useful."

"It doesn't work for me."

"Why?"

"My cold is caused by my mental illness. Only when I solve my mental illness can the cold go away."

Halfway through the walk, Zhong Tingyue stopped, turned around, tilted her neck, and looked at Chu Fang: "Do you want to kiss, hug, and lift me up, and the cold will be gone."

"Hehe..." Facing that burning gaze, Chu Fang, who was originally "uncomfortable", laughed suddenly, "That's not necessary."

Well, his acting is too bad, and Ms. Zhong saw it right away.

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and complained: "My suggestion is that you will definitely catch a cold if you go outside in the rain now. Then I will definitely kiss, hug, and lift you up."

Chu Fang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"... ..., nonsense, fake!"

What kind of person is this? He actually had that idea in his mind.