A life of financial freedom

Seeing her younger sister leave home, Zhong Tingyue glared at Chu Fang: "Zhong Rou is better than you."

These days, Zhong Rou gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs. She is busy with her career and has never said she is tired. Instead, she is energetic and enjoys it. In comparison, Chu Fang seems to be pretentious.

"..."

Chu Fang was speechless and helpless.

This sister-in-law is too much...

The scorching sun is scorching the world, and sleeping with cold air conditioning seems to be particularly comfortable.

When Chu Fang woke up, he saw the tabby cat and the little yellow hair lying on the quilt, enjoying the cold air, while Zhong Tingyue was sitting at the table working. Her long and smooth hair shone with a natural luster. In the sun, her skin was smooth and delicate, as delicate as porcelain.

Because at home, Zhong Tingyue dressed openly, a simple T-shirt, paired with a hot pair of shorts, her beautiful legs were well-proportioned and powerful, healthy and smooth.

Chu Fang wanted to take a picture of those beautiful legs, and turned his neck to look for his phone: "Hey? Where's my phone?"

"What are you doing?"

He said openly: "I want to take a picture of your legs."

"..." Zhong Tingyue said calmly: "The doctor said that the most important thing for you now is to rest, and you can't play with your phone."

Chu Fang frowned: "No, I'm bored to death without my phone."

"There is a book on the bedside table."

Chu Fang looked at the bedside table, and the book clearly said: Junior High School Mathematics.

No?

Zhong Tingyue, is your brain also feverish?

Which good person reads books and textbooks?

Zhong Tingyue's clear voice came, as if she could sense his silence: "You want to sleep when you read, textbooks are just right."

"..."

Seeing that his girlfriend was indifferent and didn't seem to want to return the phone to him, Chu Fang pulled the quilt and turned his body back and forth, and every organ was protesting: "No, I want the phone, give it back to me, I'm going to die..."

When he rolled over, the cat and dog on the quilt were pulled off the bed. The little yellow-haired woke up with a happy face, and the tabby cat ran onto the bed quickly, stretched out its claws and wanted to beat him, and he kicked the stupid cat away.

Just as the tabby cat was about to continue attacking, Zhong Tingyue hugged it.

If it were normal, Zhong Tingyue would let them play, but today Chu Fang was sick, so he restrained Lily.

And Chu Fang was still turning back and forth on the bed, asking for the phone like a child, her voice was miserable and sad, she sighed, had to return the phone to her boyfriend, and set a time for playing.

Chu Fang immediately smiled, as if he had found a treasure, hugged Zhong Tingyue's neck, kissed her forehead, and said loudly: "Ms. Zhong, I like you."

Then he played with his phone and ignored her.

Zhong Tingyue felt that her boyfriend loved her slightly.

There was love, but not much... ...

Until noon.

Zhong Tingyue closed the computer, rubbed her delicate eyebrows, turned back and asked Chu Fang: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Hot pot!"

"No, you can't eat spicy food for the time being."

Chu Fang glanced at him and pouted: "Then why are you asking?"

Zhong Tingyue stood up, tied her hair up high, and immediately went back to her bedroom to change into a conservative outfit, letting her boyfriend play at home by himself, and she left home.

At the gate of the community, the security guard asked her, "Little girl, how is Chu Fang?"

Last night, the security guard saw Zhong Tingyue personally receiving a doctor outside the community, and he also knew that Chu Fang was ill, so he asked casually.

"Much better, thank you for your concern."

"Care?" The security guard was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said slowly, "I do care. I care whether he is dead or not. Now it seems that it is a pity..."

"..."

Okay, Zhong Tingyue did not consider the irreconcilable contradiction between her boyfriend and the security guard.

These two people have to quarrel with each other every time they meet.

She smiled lightly and went to the vegetable market. When she arrived at the vegetable market, she saw a variety of seasonal vegetables, meat, seafood...

Zhong Tingyue frowned and began to feel troubled.

What vegetables should I buy?

Usually, Chu Fang buys vegetables and cooks at home, planning recipes, and she is just helping, responsible for washing and cutting vegetables.

She sent a message to Chu Fang's personal doctor, who replied that it was light and nutritious food, and then listed a series of dishes.

Zhong Tingyue followed the doctor's instructions, picked out the ingredients needed for a few easy-to-make dishes, bought them, returned home, and prepared to cook.

Chu Fang's voice came from the bedroom: "You cut the vegetables, I'll cook."

Zhong Tingyue lifted her long hair in front of her eyes and said, "No, I can do it myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a sound of "ah", and she knew,That means her boyfriend doesn't trust her. She pursed her lips and said in a firm tone: "My cooking skills have improved a lot. It's not limited to making cakes or cookies, but also Chinese food. You just wait for a feast."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Chu Fang stopped, and Zhong Tingyue was cooking. During the cooking, she strictly followed the recipe, a few spoons of water, a few grams of salt, a few peppercorns, etc., in a way that she didn't like and was extremely soulless.

There was no way. Zhong Tingyue thought that she couldn't cook a meal based on her feelings, but she didn't want Chu Fang to cook, so she had to do this.

So far, it will never happen again.

After a while, lunch was ready. Zhong Tingyue served the food, then took out a folding table and put it on the bed.

Chu Fang raised his eyebrows and looked at the food in front of him. Carrot and corn pork ribs soup, tomato scrambled eggs, and fish-flavored pork shreds were all very simple and delicious home-cooked dishes.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Tingyue really made it.

He picked up a piece of pork ribs and chewed it carefully: "Ms. Zhong, you will cook for us in the future."

The carrot, corn and pork ribs soup is very homely, the soup is fresh and the meat is tender, sweet and delicious, comparable to the food made by Chu's mother.

"Only for today." Hearing the words, Zhong Tingyue's heart finally fell to the ground, and then raised her neck and said with a little pride: "I am just too lazy to cook, so I asked you to make a small contribution to the family, but in fact, I am a superb cook. For the sake of our boyfriend and girlfriend, you kneel down for me, I will be your master and teach you cooking..."

Looking at Mr. Zhong who was talking like a machine gun, Chu Fang was speechless.

I just praised you casually, and you are so proud?

I gave you a little color, and you want to open a dyeing factory, right?

I wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, forget it, men don't care too much about women.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, Chu Fang ate most of the three dishes. Zhong Tingyue's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was happy in his heart.

After lying down for a whole morning and having lunch, Chu Fang's spirit and energy recovered a lot. He didn't want to continue like this, he was almost a useless person.

He decided to... lie on the sofa.

In the afternoon, Zhong Tingyue continued to work. The studio business was very good these days, and there seemed to be many guests, while Chu Fang was busy "paying gold" and beating those children as a RMB player.

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