A life of financial freedom

As they chatted, the topic suddenly deviated from the direction.

It was late at night, and everyone left the hotel. Some wanted to go to KTV, some wanted to wash their feet, and some wanted to go home... ... Everyone went their separate ways.

Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou got in the car and left.

Seeing the car disappear from sight, some old classmates scratched their faces: "I really can't tell, what's so different about Chu Fang? He doesn't look like a rich man?"

He Yi glanced at the old classmate and said: "The rich people in your mind are either fat or lazy, they are all fake rich people, Chu Fang has much more assets than those people, but he is very approachable."

"Alas!" Someone sighed while looking at the night sky, "Degenerate, 'Zhong Xian' also likes rich people, damn rich people, why don't there be another rich person like me in the world?"

He Yi sneered: "What are you thinking? So many rich second-generations didn't succeed in pursuing Yueyue before, why did Chu Fang succeed, because Yueyue really likes Chu Fang, don't use your worldly polluted brains to measure Yueyue."

"Anyway, you can't pursue 'Zhong Xian' without money."

"Bullshit!" He Yi lifted her hair.

In Zhong Tingyue's eyes, Chu Fang was just a poor boy who loved to play, but she still followed him without hesitation, and even prepared to support Chu Fang for a lifetime, bearing the pressure of life herself, and let Chu Fang live happily.

How could these people know Zhong Tingyue's true thoughts.

... ...

After returning home, Chu Fang put his sleeping sister-in-law into the bed, covered her with a quilt, and walked out of the room immediately.

He said: "Your classmates are quite interesting, calling you 'Zhongxian'."

"They just named you randomly." Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips.

"I don't think you're fairy-like at all." Chu Fang sat next to her, took the pair of slender and smooth hands, and fiddled with them carefully, "I think you're just a person, a very normal person."

"So you don't like me."

"Right."

"You don't have to be so direct."

"Be more direct." Chu Fang put his hands on Zhong Tingyue's pretty face, leaned over to her warm red lips, and kissed her fiercely until he couldn't breathe, then he let go, and said with some regret: "Just like this direct."

Then he continued: "Look, you're not fairy-like at all now, just like a little girl."

The cheeks were lightly flushed, like flowers blooming in spring, the body trembled slightly, and there was a little tension and anxiety.

... ...

Labor Day is here, and after the adjustment of the national people's scolding, they got another five-day holiday.

Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, Zhong Rou, and Yang Meina went to He Yi's hometown, which is thousands of miles away in the Northeast. Fortunately, Wu Di is also from the Northeast. They are from the same province, but different cities.

Therefore, there is no need to rush on the day of the wedding.

But when getting married, Chu Fang still got up early. It was still dark and foggy.

The customs in different places are different. On the wedding day, people in the southwest eat glutinous rice balls in the morning, which means reunion, while people in the Northeast eat dumplings, which means early birth of a son.

After eating and washing up, Chu Fang sat in the wedding car and watched Wu Di's family busying around. Some cooked, some placed flowers, and some posted the word "囍"...

Chu Fang drove a Bentley, which was the most expensive car in the wedding car, and naturally the first car.

This was Zhong Tingyue's car that took a whole day to drive from Shanghai to the Northeast.

I have to say that the woman is in great spirits.

"Brother, your car is so cool, what brand is it?" Several young guys gathered around to look at it and couldn't help asking.

"Bentley." Chu Fang answered with a smile.

Hearing this, the guys immediately made surprised sounds: "It must be very expensive, right?"

"It's okay." Chu Fang opened the car door and let them take a closer look, "You look closer, it's okay."

Several people walked closer and looked up and down at the car, the interior, the back seat, the glass... ..., with envy in their eyes.

Every man has a dream of driving a luxury car in his heart. Whether he is poor or rich, he has imagined driving a luxury car with one hand, with a beautiful lady sitting next to him, and envy from all around. That is simply the pinnacle of life.

It's just that most people have never realized that dream.

If you are born without a luxury car, you are destined not to drive a luxury car in the future.

The people around also looked at Bentley and smiled slightly.

Chu Fang looked at the timid people who wanted to touch it but didn't dare to, and said: "How about you drive it?"

Several people shook their heads: "Thank you, brother, I don't dare to drive it."

A car costs millions, and it will take a year to get bumped.Or several years' salary, but I dare not drive it.

Chu Fang smiled and said calmly: "You can afford such a car in the future."

"If I have money, I still want to buy a house first."

"I want to get married."

"No future!"

"..."

Chu Fang sighed.

What a simple young man.

It was dawn, with a little glow in the east, and he went to He Yi's house amid the sound of firecrackers.

After getting in the car, Wu Di handed Chu Fang a red envelope: "Thank you for troubling you today."

"Hi, it's okay."

Arrived at He Yi's house, there was another burst of firecrackers.

Chu Fang saw Zhong Tingyue at first sight, who was like a black hole, swallowing his eyes.

Zhong Tingyue was wearing a well-tailored bridesmaid dress, light blue, which would not steal the bride's limelight, but also looked elegant. The design of the skirt was simple and elegant, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps.

Her hair was cleverly tied up, with a few strands of light hair falling on her ears, adding a bit of softness and gentleness. A simple necklace and small and delicate earrings made her look more flawless.

Zhong Tingyue's delicate face was slightly curved.

Chu Fang instantly felt that his heart was captured by Zhong Tingyue.

Zhong Tingyue seemed to be aware of her boyfriend's gaze, and the arc was bent into a moon, like a spring breeze blowing, and her eyes narrowed into a slit.

The two of them met their eyes and communicated silently.

Mr. Chu, do I look good today?

Good.

To what extent?

I want to sleep with you.

Zhong Tingyue's face flushed slightly, and she glared at him fiercely, and her voice almost came out from the roots of her teeth: "Close the door, don't let Wu Di in."