A life of financial freedom

Zhong Tingyue ordered three bowls of noodles, with leftovers and stir-fried pork with chili peppers, which was extremely delicious.

When she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Chu Fang sitting in a wheelchair, still restless, explaining what happened today to the two pets at home.

She smiled.

Chu Fang asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"Not at you."

"Oh."

After dinner, Zhong Rou simply washed up and went to bed immediately. She had to go to class tomorrow; Zhong Tingyue also took a shower, wearing loose pajamas, with wet hair disheveled, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Hey, what about me?" Chu Fang asked.

"What about you?"

"I want to take a shower too."

Zhong Tingyue looked at him, his eyes lingering on the injured leg: "How about forget it?"

"No!" Chu Fang dragged out a long tone, "I can't sleep without a shower."

Chu Fang did not have a strong obsession with cleanliness, but it was still necessary to take a shower every day, otherwise he would always feel sticky and unable to sleep at night.

Zhong Tingyue sighed helplessly, then pushed Chu Fang to the bathroom and helped him up, while he supported his body with both hands.

The two had already left that innocent stage and had been in perfect harmony.

To put it bluntly, both parties had seen all the organs on their bodies that should be seen and touched, so Zhong Tingyue was not shy to take off Chu Fang's clothes and pants.

She turned on the faucet, tested the water temperature, and when the water temperature was right, she immediately washed Chu Fang's body.

Chu Fang shook his neck and smiled at the beautiful woman in front of him. A strand of hair fell in front of her eyebrows, full of charm. At this moment, she was washing his body carefully, and every move was so gentle, just like a virtuous and gentle wife.

As if sensing his gaze, Zhong Tingyue glanced at him: "You seem to enjoy it?"

"Hehe." Chu Fang grinned, "I seem to have found the fun of spraining my ankle."

"..." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, pulled the sleeves on her chest, and snorted: "What are you doing?!"

"I'll try."

"No! You're still not honest even after spraining your ankle."

"Then I don't care."

Immediately, Chu Fang acted like a rogue, supporting his body with one hand and doing whatever he wanted with the other hand, and Zhong Tingyue was so angry that she stared at him.

If it weren't for the patient, he would have to teach him a lesson.

Sure enough... ...Men are most honest only when they are hanging on the wall.

It took more than an hour to take a simple bath, and Zhong Tingyue took another bath.

After taking a bath, Zhong Tingyue helped Chu Fang change into pajamas, helped him to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and was about to leave when a pair of eyes with ripples came towards him.

Chu Fang was seen pulling the quilt, pouting, with a gleam in his eyes: "When I was sick before, my mother would take care of me."

"Bullshit!" Zhong Tingyue lifted her hair, "Your mother said that you were very independent when you were sick, and she didn't let her experience the feeling of being a mother."

Chu Fang thought for a while, and said shamelessly: "Then I'll let you experience the feeling of being a mother."

"Ah~~~" Zhong Tingyue touched his arm, goose bumps all over his body, and looked at him with contempt: "You are so perverted."

In the end, Zhong Tingyue couldn't resist Chu Fang's rippling eyes and "soft and weak" voice, and they fell asleep together.

Turning off the lights, the moonlight was bright, and Ms. Zhong said softly: "The doctor said that your disease is not suitable for strenuous exercise, so you should sleep on a plain bed."

Chu Fang arched his body: "Okay."

Less than ten minutes later, the room was filled with panting sounds, and he was out of breath.

"Didn't you promise me to sleep on a vegetarian diet?"

"Ah? Did I promise?"

"Why do you still have the strength to be injured? Are you faking your illness?"

"My waist is strong."

"..."

In the morning, Zhong Tingyue woke up early, tilted her neck to look at the man beside the pillow, recalled what happened last night, gritted her teeth, and finally turned thousands of thoughts into two words:

Born!

And Chu Fang also woke up at the right time, met her gaze, and smiled.

"Good morning, Ms. Zhong."

"Who invented good morning? How can there be good things in the morning?"

Seeing that Chu Fang was frustrated by her, her resentment in her heart was slightly reduced, and she immediately got dressed and went out.

After a simple wash, Zhong Rou got up. Zhong Tingyue couldn't make breakfast, so she gave her little sister breakfast money and went out to buy buns, milk, etc.

Zhong Rou put her hands in her pockets and left happily.

After her younger sister went to school, she placed food for the two pets, then went into the bedroom and said, "Mr. Chu, are you going to stay at home today? Or go to the studio?"

"Studio."

Zhong Tingyue nodded, then opened the wardrobe, picked out a set of clothes for Chu Fang, sat on the edge of the bed, and helped him get dressed.

During this time, Chu Fang naturally did not miss the opportunity to take advantage, which made Zhong Tingyue really want to kick him.

After putting on the clothes, Zhong Tingyue looked at them and nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

It must be said that this boyfriend's annual spending of nearly one million on clothes is worth it. Each set of clothes follows the trend of the times, the design and production are perfect, and it fits his temperament.

"Is he handsome?"

"Cricket!"

"That's also handsome!"

"..."

Zhong Tingyue helped Chu Fang sit on the wheelchair again, tidied it up, and the two went out immediately.

It was the morning rush hour, and the office workers on the street cast their eyes in one direction.

I saw a man sitting on an electric wheelchair, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backward, and sometimes making joyful sounds...

The office workers couldn't help but admire the man in the wheelchair.

Even with a broken leg, he can still live so strong and optimistically.

It's not easy!

Zhong Tingyue shouted earnestly: "Watch the road."

What does it feel like to have a boyfriend who is like a child?

Just like she is now, exhausted, tired, exhausted physically and mentally, feeling helpless... ...

They went downstairs to the studio and bought breakfast because they hadn't had breakfast.