A life of financial freedom

"Swoosh~~~, here I come!"

Zhong Rou opened the door, as if a breeze blew by, and entered the room with a perfect posture.

Score 99.99 points!

But after a few seconds of posing, no one responded, only the tabby cat Lily squatted at the door, tilting her head to look at her.

A little embarrassing... ...

She kicked Lily away.

Chu Fang stretched half of his body: "You are back, do your homework, and dinner will be served later."

"Brother-in-law, where is my sister?" Zhong Rou asked.

"Overtime."

Hearing this, Zhong Rou pursed her lips: "Overtime again."

At the beginning of the year, with the economic recovery, the real estate market also became lively, and the corresponding studio also received more orders. The studio was well-known, and some customers came to the door in person, and everyone became busy.

Zhong Tingyue was naturally in a hurry. These days, she was in overtime every night and did not go home until late at night.

Chu Fang was an idle person, a lazy dog. It was more painful to make him work than to kill him. Zhong Tingyue didn't care about his work and rest. He still went to get off work on time, cooked for Zhong Rou after work, and brought dinner to the studio after dinner.

Soon, he prepared dinner. The two sat at the table. Zhong Rou was shoveling rice, looked at Chu Fang, thought for a while and said, "Brother-in-law."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you blame my sister?"

Chu Fang raised his eyebrows: "What do I blame your sister for?"

"My sister is always busy with work. She is a hands-off boss and doesn't care about you at all."

Hearing this, Chu Fang looked at his sister-in-law and smiled, realizing what the other person was thinking.

He walked to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of Sprite, opened the pull ring, drank a sip, and said slowly: "I have never blamed your sister, and I don't have any dissatisfaction. Don't worry too much."

After a pause, he continued: "Two people are not always together. Each of us is an independent individual with different thinking and values. Even husband and wife need space to be alone. Your sister and I live together when we go to and from get off work. We are already very close and don't need closer contact."

"Do you understand?"

Zhong Rou shook her head directly: "I don't understand."

You don't have to answer so righteously... Chu Fang smiled: "You will understand in the future. Your sister and I are very good. There is no problem. You don't have to worry."

"Oh."

Chu Fang touched his sister-in-law's head: "Let's eat."

In fact, Chu Fang didn't care about the fact that she was slightly neglected because of overtime.

It is impossible for a person to live his whole life around the word "love". There are equally important things to pursue, such as career, faith, dream...

Zhong Tingyue has her own ideas, and Chu Fang also particularly appreciates this.

Zhong Tingyue once vowed to make a lot of money, with assets far exceeding Chu Fang, to support him, and she is moving towards her goal.

Although the dream is a little far..., but the courage is commendable.

After dinner, he packed up the dinner, asked his sister-in-law to do homework, and then left home.

It didn't take long to reach the studio.

It was already past eight o'clock, and the studio was still brightly lit, and everyone was working overtime to design drawings.

Seeing him holding a takeaway box, everyone laughed and teased him, especially Jiang Wenzhen, who patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "Xiao Chu, look at you, do you look like a big boss? You cook and bring it to the studio every day, for fear that someone will be hungry. At this moment, you really look like a dog."

Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "I lick in reality, you lick idols from a distance, and I still can't compare to you in terms of licking skills."

Recently, Jiang Wenzhen has fallen in love with idols again, and is fascinated by those idols all day long, almost going crazy.

"Chu Fang, I'll fight you..."

As Jiang Wenzhen said this, she wanted to compete with him, but Chu Fang took out a ticket, which was the concert ticket of the idol that the former liked. Jiang Wenzhen stopped his rough movements and stared at the ticket.

Chu Fang waved the ticket left and right and said, "Who is the licker?"

Jiang Wenzhen immediately replied, "Me."

"Who are you?"

"I am Jiang Wenzhen."

"Who is Jiang Wenzhen?"

"Jiang Wenzhen is a licker."

Chu Fang handed the concert ticket to the other party and walked towards Zhong Tingyue's office, sighing and saying, "Jiang Wenzhen, you are hopeless."

Faced with a handsome guy, Jiang Wenzhen has no ability to resist. I am really worried about whether she can find a partner in the future.

Entering the office, I saw Zhong Tingyue wearing a long floral skirt with a simple denim jacket on the outside. The light and elegant long skirt and the formal denim jacket formed a sharp contrast, with rich layering and reasonable stacking, giving people a feeling ofA feeling of elegance and grace, full of girlishness.

With flowing hair on her shoulders, she has the temperament of a student in her teenage years.

At this moment, she was sitting on a chair, looking at the computer screen, frowning slightly. When she noticed that the door was opened, she saw Chu Fang, and her delicate face suddenly showed a flower-like smile, as if everything was blooming.

"You are here."

"Yes."

Chu Fang placed the stacked lunch boxes on the table in layers. He made a total of three dishes, stir-fried meat with green peppers, mutton with green onions, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, all of which were the simplest home-cooked dishes. Zhong Tingyue took a bite and gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Chu, the dishes you made are perfect."

"That's right." Chu Fang sat on the desk, swinging his legs, quite proud. He was confident in cooking. "Is there still a lot of work?"

"Not bad." Zhong Tingyue said, "It's not too much, but not too little. It should be busy for a while."

Chu Fang nodded.

After Zhong Tingyue finished eating and continued to work, he did not leave, but washed the dishes, sat at his workstation, and lazily played on the computer.

These days, every night is like this.

Chu Fang brought dinner to the studio. While Zhong Tingyue worked, he found fun on his own. After the work was done, the two went home together.

As for Zhong Rou, she was a very smart child who could do her own things at home, do homework, take a bath, and go to bed, without them worrying about it.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, colleagues had already left work, and Zhong Tingyue patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Chu is off work."

"Do I get overtime pay?" Chu Fang asked.

"You just recharged hundreds of thousands into the game, but now you ask me if I have overtime pay?" Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, "You don't need to pursue such a small salary."

"That's different." The two walked side by side, locked the door of the studio, and went downstairs together, "No matter how rich I am, I can't allow you to deprive me of my due remuneration, that is my hard work."

"..."

Zhong Tingyue didn't quite understand her boyfriend's idea.

For a few dozen yuan of overtime pay, he was so determined and resolute.

Of course, Chu Fang should be determined.

Because collecting 10 million a day is a "cheat", a pie in the sky, and although the daily salary is small, it means that you have worked, not lazy.

"Okay, I'll pay you overtime."

Even in the Magic City, the streets are still deserted at 11 o'clock, and they are particularly comfortable with this. There are fewer people around, and there is more space.