A life of financial freedom

"A boy confessed to Yueyue in private, but Yueyue refused. Somehow, Zhou Yahan found out about it, and she used that incident to wantonly humiliate the boy, saying things like swan and toad."

"It was known to the whole school all of a sudden, and the boy felt ashamed to stay in the world, so he jumped into the river to commit suicide. Fortunately, the small lake on campus was not deep, so the boy did not drown."

"This incident made Yueyue extremely angry, and she ran to the broadcasting room and scolded Zhou Yahan in front of all the teachers and students in the school. Since then, Yueyue has been extremely disgusted to see Zhou Yahan."

"In the third year of college, Zhou Yahan went abroad to study, and the two never met again."

After listening to it, Chu Fang couldn't help but sigh: "No, she is sick, right? ”

“Maybe.” He Yi shrugged, “In fact, in terms of influence in school and the boys she pursues, Yueyue is not as good as Zhou Yahan. After all, Zhou Yahan is rich, generous, and approachable. Unlike Yueyue, she is cold to everyone, but I don’t know why Zhou Yahan would target Yueyue like that.”

“No one knows the meaning of Zhou Yahan doing those things.”

Speaking of this, He Yi touched her chin: “If I’m not sick, I really can’t do such a thing.”

“Yueyue hates very few people in her life. For most unreasonable people, she treats them as ‘what’ and doesn’t need to be angry, but Zhou Yahan is one of the few people she hates.”

Chu Fang nodded.

Zhong Tingyue’s personality is destined to not hate anyone. In her heart, there is a logic: you are ‘what’, I don’t need to be angry with ‘what’.

He then asked, "What should I do then?"

"Just chill!" He Yi said, "It's no use asking me about this. If I knew what to do, I would have solved it long ago."

"If you want to know the root of this, you should ask Zhou Yahan."

"Oh, that's it." Chu Fang nodded and picked up the key, "Let's go, you pay."

"Hey, isn't it you who's treating me?" He Yi said hurriedly.

He said, "I'm treating you, you pay, I won't take advantage of you."

He Yi's pupils were filled with disbelief.

She had never thought that this statement was actually reasonable, and she finally knew why Yang Meina always quarreled with Chu Fang.

"You're such a bitch."

Chu Fang sighed, "Look, you're in a hurry again, I'm paying the bill, I'm just teasing you."

Chu Fang left the Sichuan restaurant and drove back to the studio.

Along the way, he was thinking, how to deal with this matter?

It can be known that Zhong Tingyue hated Zhou Yahan very much, which made her irritable, and she was irritable and Chu Fang was also irritable.

"BYD, where did this Zhou Yahan come from?"

Back in the studio, Zhong Tingyue was entertaining clients. When he walked in, he heard Zhong Tingyue say, "Sorry, sir, we can't do your job. Please find another company."

The client said, "We can discuss it."

"Sorry, we can't discuss it. Please leave."

Chu Fang was listening nearby. The client had lowered a lot of requirements, but Zhong Tingyue was still unwilling. She wanted to do this project in the past. Finally, the client left.

He pinched Zhong Tingyue's shoulder: "Ms. Zhong, you are not suitable for work in this state."

"Then what am I suitable for?"

"Boxing!" Chu Fang replied, "Vent out all the irritability, troubles, and hate in your body."

"Let's go!"

As he said that, Zhong Tingyue pulled Chu Fang out of the studio and went to the boxing gym.

There was a boxing gym downstairs in the studio, just a few steps away. After changing into boxing clothes and putting up a ponytail, Zhong Tingyue looked heroic.

在擂台蹦蹦跳跳，活力十足，而楚方也是换上拳击服，拿着柔软手套。

“要不换教练来？”钟庭月犹豫说道。

尽管烦躁，她并不愿意将未婚夫视作发泄情绪的工具。

楚方敲了两下手套：“来吧，哥们我欠揍。”

蓬！蓬！蓬！... ...

说来就来，钟庭月拳头犹如狂风骤雨般打在楚方拳套上面。

大约半个小时后，钟庭月额间微汗闪烁，如同珍珠点缀，更添几分灵动与清新。颈间发丝轻贴，展露柔美线条，举手投足间，汗水滑落，尽显温婉与娇媚。

即便汗湿，亦不减其绝美容颜，反添一份生动活力。

似乎筋疲力竭，随之坐在擂台，楚方拿了两瓶水，递给未婚妻一瓶。

Zhong Tingyue drank it all in one gulp and lay on the ring: "Huh..."

Chu Fang sat beside him: "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Her voice was a little clearer, "I imagine you as Zhou Yahan, who punched me again and again, and beat me black and blue, and begged for mercy on her knees, saying: I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again..."

Chu Fang laughed: "YouIt's quite comforting."

"What should I do if I don't comfort myself?" Zhong Tingyue blinked her smart eyes, "I won't really beat Zhou Yahan."

After a pause, she frowned: "I really can't figure out where I offended her?"

Chu Fang thought for a while and said, "You are prettier than her."

"Thank you Mr. Chu for the compliment, but she is very beautiful, not worse than me."

Chu Fang shook his head and said seriously: "No, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful, no one can compare to you."

Zhong Tingyue could hear that her fiancé's words were sincere, and the irritability in her heart was swept away.

"I feel much better." Ms. Zhong exhaled, "Let's go back to the studio to continue working. ”

Chu Fang: “... ...”

So this woman starts working again when she’s in a good mood, you might as well become a workaholic.

Back at the studio, Zhong Tingyue and Jiang Wenzhen said hello, the tense atmosphere in the studio was relieved, and the employees breathed a sigh of relief:

“Ms. Zhong was so scary this morning, like the eve of a storm.”

“Indeed! I’ve never seen her like that.”

“The storm finally calmed down, and I couldn’t help but sigh: It’s so good to be alive.”

“... ...”

Company colleagues whispered.

Chu Fang walked over and pulled the corners of his mouth.

You all have to thank me.

If I hadn’t been beaten, you would know what pain is.

Back at the workstation, the fat man Cai Guan asked: “Is Sister Zhong okay?”

“Almost... ...”

Chu Fang had a lazy attitude. He was too tired today, not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted. He glanced out casually, “Maybe... ...”

Cai Guan asked: “Maybe what? ”

“Maybe it’s not good again.”