A life of financial freedom

After understanding the whole thing, Zhong Tingyue looked at her boyfriend and raised her eyebrows: "Oh, someone is so sentimental."

"Wrong, I am just too sympathetic." Chu Fang retorted.

"Do you have feelings for her?"

"If I had feelings, I would have done it long ago. Why is it your turn?" Chu Fang glanced at him.

"Do you believe she has feelings for you?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Chu Fang disagreed. "There are so many people who have feelings for me in the world. Do I have to care about them?"

"Scumbag!"

Chu Fang "..."

I didn't do anything, and I became a scumbag?

... ...

As winter gradually approached, life seemed to become ordinary. On weekdays, they would go to get off work and go home. At night, Zhong Tingyue would push Chu Fang out for a walk. On weekends, they would sometimes stay at home for a day, and sometimes they would go out to play, watch movies, Disney... ..., and do everything that boyfriends and girlfriends should do.

Chu Fang was quite satisfied with such a life. There were not so many exciting activities. A plain and simple life was the real life.

On this day, Chu Fang went to Founder Investment Co., Ltd. Kang Bo called last night and said that he wanted him to meet a client in person.

Early in the morning, Chu Fang manipulated his wheelchair to squeeze into the elevator, and then he heard a voice from the side: "Tsk, so annoying, I don't know what the company's boss has wrong brain, insisting on us wearing formal clothes, wearing a suit, and going out of the community, people think I'm selling insurance."

"That's right." Another voice from the side echoed, "We stayed in the company because of our strength, not our clothes, and we are not male models."

The two chatted and criticized the company's rules and regulations.

The elevator arrived at Founder Investment Company, and Chu Fang took the lead and walked into the company. The front desk and old employees greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang nodded and went inside the company.

The two men just walked out of the elevator, stagnant in place, looking at each other.

Could it be that... ...he is the elusive Mr. Chu?

I thought he was not lame?

Oops... ...

... ..

"Boss Chu, what's wrong with you?" Kangbo asked after hesitating after entering his office.

"I broke my leg while trying to save a child from falling from a height." Chu Fang answered.

An obvious question mark popped up in Kangbo's mind: ?

Are you kidding?

Chu Fang rolled his eyes.

Nonsense, I can't possibly say I sprained my ankle, right?

That would make me look so stupid.

He was ridiculed for honestly answering that he sprained his ankle some time ago, and even Rong Shunping posted the story of his sprained ankle to his classmates, and Chu Fang almost lost all his face.

Since then, no matter who asked him, he would just post a random answer, regardless of whether the answer satisfied the other party.

He didn't care.

You can believe it or not, forget it if you don't believe it.

Not long after he arrived, the client came. Chu Fang chatted with the client for a while, then sent him off and turned to Kang Bo and said, "Push them away. I don't want to cooperate with them."

"Okay." Kang Bo nodded in agreement.

He immediately ended the idea of ​​cooperating with the client. As for what Chu Fang thought, he didn't ask much.

This is what Chu Fang admires most about Kang Bo. He abides by his duties and never crosses the line.

Chu Fang controlled the wheelchair to leave the company. As soon as he walked out of the company, he ran into the two subordinates who had just spoken out. The two seemed extremely embarrassed, but still forced a stiff smile: "Hello, Chu... Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang replied, "Okay."

"Chu... Mr. Chu, we didn't mean it."

"So it was intentional?"

The two looked at each other.

What?

Chu Fang smiled and then left the company.

Chu Fang didn't care what the two thought. The company itself was an anti-human place. It was normal for employees and subordinates to complain about the company. As long as it didn't affect the company's operation, it was no big deal to complain a few words.

But Chu Fang would not change the company's rules and regulations because of one or two complaints.

... ...

A few days later.

Excited heart, trembling hands... ...

Today is sunny, today is cloudy and sunny, today... ..

Finally, this day came. Chu Fang went to the hospital for the last time to check the condition of his feet. If the examination was normal, it meant that he was "discharged".

No more sitting in a wheelchair, no more being like a useless person, no more being ridiculed by Zhong Tingyue... ...

Chu Fang had an inexplicable urge to cry.

"Is it necessary to do this?" Zhong Tingyue saw her boyfriend's eyes were crystal clear, as if covered with a layer of mist, and whispered, "If you don't know, you would think I abused you."

"Abuse!"

"Okay, okay."

You are right. I don't care too much about "disabled people".

The two arrivedAfter going to the hospital, the doctor and a group of nurses conducted another comprehensive examination.

After a round of examination, the private doctor said: "Congratulations, Mr. Chu, your foot has healed..."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Fang jumped up like a monkey, but the next moment his facial features twisted and he shouted "Ah, oh, oh".

A group of nurses hurriedly supported him, Zhong Tingyue glanced at him coldly, he shrank his neck and smiled, and the private doctor said in a helpless tone: "Your foot is healed, but you still need to recuperate and exercise before you can return to your previous normal state. And sudden intense exercise will still be painful."

Oh my god, what kind of person is this.

Just said that your foot is healed, you want to jump up to the sky?

Should I give you a spring and you can jump directly into outer space.

Chu Fang complained: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"Did you wait for the doctor to finish speaking?" Zhong Tingyue squinted his eyes.

Chu Fang shrank his neck: "Hehe, sorry."

The private doctor shook his head: "It's my fault..."

Chu Fang pointed at the other party proudly: "See, he said it was his fault."

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

A group of nurses covered their mouths and laughed.

The private doctor felt dizzy, as if a big pot had fallen from the sky.

Finally, the private doctor examined him, prescribed some recovery medicine, and the two left the hospital.

After walking out of the door, Chu Fang looked back at the hospital and swore, "From now on, I will never come here again."

He paused, as if he remembered something, looked up and down at Zhong Tingyue, and said in amazement: "I began to believe what the fortune teller said, you must really be a 'star of misfortune'. Before I met you, I hadn't been to the hospital for several years, but after I met you, I came several times."

Speaking of this, the voice rose a few degrees: "Tell me, are you a 'star of misfortune'?"

Zhong Tingyue felt helpless in her heart and said the most famous dirty word of the Central Plains people: "My father!"

"That won't work." Chu Fang retorted, "I can call you 'mother', but you must call me 'father', this is the rule!"

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

She couldn't chat with people like Chu Fang, so she strode home.