A life of financial freedom

At night, the moonlight splashed in the bedroom like water, flickering with a faint silver glow.

As the sound gradually subsided and disappeared, Chu Fang, with his upper body naked, looked at the ceiling and fell into thinking about the philosophy of life, the universe and the future of mankind.

Zhong Tingyue's clear eyes rippled slightly, like rippling blue waves and a light breeze: "I seriously suspect that you are slacking off at work."

"Why?"

"A man who is exhausted will not be as fierce as a cow at night."

Oh my God.

People often say that there is only a cow that is exhausted, but there is no field that cannot be plowed.

Zhong Tingyue thought it made sense before.

But after experiencing it, I realized that the saying was only for some groups, and my own man was excluded.

This man is simply not a human, but a crazy animal!

Chu Fang's voice was full of pride: "That's because I'm in good health!"

"..."

After waking up in the morning and having breakfast, the three of them parted ways again. Zhong Tingyue went to work; Zhong Rou took the onion and continued to sell small jewelry. She suddenly realized that being a child was a good identity and could help her gain benefits. Chu Fang saw it.

His sister-in-law will definitely achieve great success in the future, so he also went to the company.

In the next few days, Chu Fang was obsessed with work, working from nine to six, returning to a normal life.

To be honest, he felt tired, both physically and mentally. From childhood to adulthood, Chu Fang had never been as busy as he is now. Even in the third year of high school, he was not so diligent and hard-working.

But it doesn't matter. When he thought about the success of the bet, Zhong Tingyue would let him dominate, and he was excited just thinking about it.

Guigui, my life has reached its peak.

Chu Fang was tired but happy, but it was hard for the company's subordinates and employees. They worked with him every day, fearing that they would commit something.

"Hiss... ...what do you think Mr. Chu did?"

"Because of love."

"Because of a fever in the brain."

"This kind of life will not continue forever? How can I live? I really want to quit."

"Tsk! If you really quit, where can you find such a good company?"

Chu Fang's butt is sitting on the capitalist, but he also considers the lives of employees. The salary and benefits are not low, and the work pressure is not low, which is well received by subordinates.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop talking, Mr. Chu's girlfriend is here."

The employees immediately lowered their voices and shrank their necks. Seeing Zhong Tingyue going to the office, their eyes flashed with fear, and their fear was even greater than Chu Fang.

A few days ago, they saw with their own eyes that a colleague made a few dirty jokes to Zhong Tingyue, and was immediately fired by Chu Fang, and even no compensation was given.

After that incident, everyone knew that their boss loved his girlfriend, and since then, no one dared to gossip behind his back.

"It's all your fault. You've made me look like a plague god."

"Zhong Tingyue, you're so ungrateful. I didn't do that for you. Now you blame me."

"That's right."

"Go crawl."

Chu Fang rolled his eyelids, revealing contempt.

Seeing the sunset, he cleaned up the table, and then the two of them left the company.

After a while, they arrived at a high-end hotel. In order to thank Yang Meina and others for their help, Chu Fang invited them to dinner.

As soon as he got off the car, he saw Yang Meina and Zhong Rou had already arrived, and there was Chang Shen next to them. Seeing Chu Fang, Chang Shen pulled the corner of his mouth and sighed helplessly.

What bad things did he do in his previous life to make such a bad friend like Chu Fang.

These days, when he was treating Yang Meina's mental illness, the latter seemed to have more confidence. When he belittled Yang Meina, Yang Meina did not show weakness, belittled him, and found her own weaknesses and attacked fiercely.

Obviously, Yang Meina's change was inseparable from Chu Fang's guidance.

"Hehe..." Chu Fang patted Chang Shen's shoulder, "Brother, long time no see, I almost died, did you miss me?"

Chang Shen said calmly: "Good people don't live long, evil people will last for thousands of years."

"You are blessing me."

"Right."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Say more."

"No."

"No, you have to say more."

"I wish you a quick death."

"Thank you."

"You deserve it."

Zhong Rou tilted her neck and looked at the two of them, like two mentally ill people, talking nonsense.

The few people exchanged greetings and went inside. Just as they sat down, He Yi and Wu Di also came. When everyone was there, plates of exquisite dishes were served.

The party lasted until late at night.

Chu Fang went to the counter to pay the bill, and immediately saw Chang Shen squatting at the door of the hotel, looking at the dark front.

"What are you thinking about?" He sat on the floor.

"When do I want you to die?" Chang Shen said calmly.

"After a thousand years."

"..." Chang Shen kept silent, and Chu Fang also did not speak. Both sides were silent for about a minute, and the former spoke: "Do you intend to match me with Yang Meina?"

Chu Fang seemed generous to this and nodded: "Yes."

"Why?"

Chang Shen frowned slightly, tilted his neck and looked at Chu Fang, his eyes full of confusion.

Chu Fang knew him. He had a serious mental illness, didn't care much about the world, and was indifferent to people, even his relatives.

Chang Shen's grandfather died and was buried, he didn't cry, and even his heart didn't ripple. He thought death was a very common thing, why did he cry?

Since then, Chang Shen knew that he was destined to be single for life, and he never approached any girl to avoid hurting others.

"Well..." Facing his good friend's eyes, Chu Fang touched his chin, thought for a few seconds, and said: "Yang Meina is a good person."

Chang Shen:?

Chu Fang said again: "I feel that you and Yang Meina have a story."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Feeling?"

"Yes."

"You might as well say that you are a Taoist priest, metaphysics is more useful."

"Then I am a Taoist priest, okay."

Chu Fang stood up, patted his butt, stretched and said: "Anyway, you have taken my figurine, you have to finish the job and help me cure Yang Meina's mental illness. After the cure, I don't care whether you two go your separate ways or get together."

"Yang Meina's illness will be cured soon, at most half a month."

"Oh." Chu Fang went into the hotel.

Chang Shen still squatted at the door, looked at the starry sky, and then drove away.

After the party, Chu Fang and his group walked out of the hotel. Yang Meina tilted her neck and looked around. Chu Fang answered her doubts: "Chang Shen left."

"Left?" Yang Meina pursed her lips, "Impolite."