A life of financial freedom

Studio.

Sitting opposite Chu Fang was a middle-aged woman, dressed quite exquisitely.

"Let me be frank." The middle-aged woman crossed her legs, "I like you, I like handsome men, I can't live without handsome men in this life, and when I saw you, I had only one thought in my mind, you are the one!"

"As long as you follow me, I will guarantee you prosperity and wealth, and make a lot of money."

Chu Fang: "..."

It's quite helpless.

This middle-aged woman came to discuss the project, but when she saw him, she started to talk about "one-hour love", offering various conditions, and was extremely arrogant.

It's a pity that he is destined not to be a gigolo.

"Thank you for your respect, sister..."

The middle-aged woman stood up and left the office: "I don't like to hear the rest of your words, goodbye!"

"Today's meeting is destined to be a mistake. I will miss you forever."

Chu Fang: "..."

Quite affectionate...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Fang looked outside. It was raining all day and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

He tidied up the desk and clocked out immediately.

"Chu Fang, what did you do to Sister Zhong?" Jiang Wenzhen asked.

"I imprisoned your Sister Zhong in the dungeon and she will never see the light of day." Chu Fang said.

Speaking of this, he had a headache.

Recently, Zhong Tingyue has entered a state of almost being in a state of mind. She does nothing all day and is obsessed with painting, just like those famous painters.

When he returned home and opened the door, he saw Zhong Tingyue sitting in front of the drawing board, her body covered with colorful paint, her hair slightly messy, but still couldn't cover up her beautiful face.

Chu Fang was cleaning the house and throwing all kinds of waste paper into the trash can, while asking: "Ms. Zhong, do you have any ideas?"

Zhong Tingyue said loudly: "No."

In fact, there is no need to be so loud, as if you are very proud.

"Then how long do you plan to finish the work?"

"I don't know." Zhong Tingyue shook her head, her pretty face filled with embarrassment and irritability, "I don't know how to paint at all, whether it conforms to the so-called "art"?"

"Then don't paint for now, I'll take you out for a delicious meal tonight."

Zhong Tingyue: "I don't want to go, my mind is full of this matter now, I must finish this matter first, otherwise I will never go out."

Hearing this, Chu Fang stopped cleaning and said: "No, you must go out today to relax, you have been staying at home for almost half a month, you can't be so decadent anymore."

In the past half month, Zhong Tingyue has hardly gone out, and has not even left the drawing board. If she continues to stay at home like this, she will soon become a waste.

Zhong Tingyue: "I am a waste."

In the past, Zhong Tingyue cared a lot about the word "waste", but after getting along with Chu Fang for a long time, she could say in a rhythmic way: I am a waste.

There are so many wastes in the world, why can't I be one more?

Chu Fang shook his head: "Even if you are a waste, you need to go out of the house."

Zhong Tingyue looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "Do you really want to go out?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Chu, please, I don't want to go out, I want to finish this painting before going out."

Chu Fang almost fell down.

This sister's begging voice was delicate, which was very lethal to him.

He wanted to agree to the other party, but he restrained himself with great willpower and said in a deep voice: "No, I have already booked dinner outside."

Seeing that Chu Fang did not give in, Zhong Tingyue looked fierce: "No, no, why are you so fierce?"

Zhong Tingyue knew that there was nothing he could do, so he had to go and wash up.

After taking a shower, brushing teeth, and changing into clean and comfortable clothes, the decadent and cowardly Zhong Tingyue left, and the elegant, handsome and beautiful Zhong Tingyue appeared.

A long floral dress with a suit jacket on the outside, showing the elegant sweetness and intellectual maturity on Zhong Tingyue.

"This is my confident and elegant fiancée." Chu Fang nodded.

Zhong Tingyue pointed at his chin and asked in a harassing tone: "Handsome guy, are you single?"

"Single."

"You are so ugly, no wonder you are single."

Zhong Tingyue, your mother... ...your mother lives a hundred years, you... ...forget it, you live a hundred years too, I... ...fuck you!

Zhong Tingyue packed herself up, and the two left home immediately.

It was still drizzling outside, dripping.

The security guard was a little surprised to see Zhong Tingyue: "Hey, when did you two get together again today?"

Chu Fang said: "We didn't break up."

The security guard hadn't seen Zhong Tingyue for a while and thought they had broken up. He also said that Zhong Tingyue was rewarded for her kindness and finally got out of the sea of ​​suffering."Are you anxious?" the security guard said.

Damn, it's annoying.

This old man works as a security guard. He is bored all day long and watches Douyin. Gradually, he learns how to scold people. He often says things like "You are anxious, right, right", which makes people angry and unable to find a point to refute.

Zhong Tingyue said: "Uncle, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

"What do you think art is?"

"What kind of art?"

"Art."

"What kind of art?"

"Take a rest."

"Okay."

Seeing Zhong Tingyue and the other person leave, the security guard touched his chin and said: "I am just a rough man, how can I know what art is?"

"What are you mumbling about?" The old lady came over and asked.

"My dear, do you know what art is?"

"Art? Piano, painting, dancing, etc. are all art." The security lady replied.

"I think art should not be something that looks high-end, but should be related to ordinary people."

The security lady frowned: "You know everything, so why are you asking me? Do you want to show that you are very artistic? Are you deliberately belittling me?"

"Are you anxious?" The security uncle responded subconsciously, but he reacted instantly. At this moment, he was facing his old partner of many years. There was only one word in his mind: "Oh!"

... ...

The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the night fell quickly. The Magic City was shrouded in gorgeous lights.

Zhong Tingyue sat in the car and asked: "Where are we going?"

"The Bund, I ordered a private restaurant there." Chu Fang said, "It tastes good."

In fact, the taste of the food is secondary. The main thing is to take Zhong Tingyue out for a walk, see the scenery, etc., and stay at home all day to avoid Alzheimer's disease.