The two chatted for a while, and then Chu Fang left. Qiao Liangbo watched the figure until it disappeared from sight.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the manager standing next to me, with an awkward smile on his face, carefully saying, "Um... Xiao Qiao... Liang Bo, please don't take what I said today to heart. I was a little hasty just now, and I apologize to you."

Maya!

How terrifying is it that a billionaire with billions in savings is a classmate of one of his subordinates?

If Qiao Liangbo were to complain to the bank manager, he would have no doubt that the manager would dismiss him from his position.

Because I am just a manager, there are plenty of people who are suitable for this position, but not everyone has an old classmate who is a billionaire.

Qiao Liangbo asked, "Manager, I shouldn't be laid off, right?"

Upon hearing this, the manager breathed a sigh of relief: "How could that be? I'd be the first to object to anyone laying you off."

If he agrees, the second person to be laid off will be the manager himself.

Qiao Liangbo walked into the bank, and everyone cast strange glances at him. His colleague, Brother Zeng, craned his neck and said, "Now that you've made it big, don't forget your buddy. You're treating me to dinner tonight."

He nodded; Brother Zeng had helped him a lot.

Under the cover of night.

Qiao Liangbo, his face flushed, slowly walked into the rented room, while his girlfriend Xing Liangyu quickly supported him, asking with a worried expression, "What's wrong?"

When Qiao Liangbo recounted what had happened that day, Xing Liangyu was somewhat surprised, but it seemed to be within her expectations.

That old classmate is indeed very wealthy.

Qiao Liangbo hugged his girlfriend tightly and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry you've suffered so much with me. I promise you, I will work hard to give you a good life, and we will eventually get married and have several children..."

Xing Liangyu patted her boyfriend's back, listening to his murmurs. Suddenly, she heard no sound, looked down, and saw that her boyfriend had fallen asleep.

... ...

Chu Fang lay on his workstation, playing games listlessly.

Seeing that he was being mocked, he instantly spent 30,000 yuan to expose his opponent. The opponent then said, "You spent so much money just because you were said a few words to you? You're a complete idiot. Let me tell you a fact: I sold you all that equipment."

Upon seeing the news, Chu Fang immediately realized that this lousy game was bound to shut down sooner or later!

He became the clown.

He uninstalled the game, turned his head, looked at Cai Guan, sized him up, and said, "Little Fatty, you seem much more energetic than before."

Cai Guan sat upright, like a straight tree, and even while drawing, he did not appear tired.

Upon hearing this, Cai Guan's spirited face immediately fell, and his voice carried a hint of sorrow: "Brother Chu, I've lost weight."

"That shrew Jiang Wenzhen!"

Jiang Wenzhen walked past, her eyebrows raised, "Who are you talking about? Who's the shrew? Are you getting too big for your britches? I'm urging Cai Guan to lose weight for his own good, what do you know?"

Chu Fang pinched Cai Guan's cheeks, shaping them into various forms: "The little fatty was so chubby and cute, but that feeling is gone now."

He used to love rubbing the chubby boy's face, which was white and soft, like rubbing a crabapple. He also liked rubbing the boy's big belly, which was very elastic and felt great.

"You pervert! You're from Nantong, right?" Jiang Wenzhen glared at Chu Fang, then looked at Cai Guan with satisfaction in her eyes: "You look much better now than before, more energetic and classy. If you lose a few dozen pounds, you'll be a handsome young man. Keep running tonight, and don't you dare run away, or I'll tell your mother."

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy's face was filled with bitterness.

Just as the group was slacking off, the office door of President Zhong opened, and Zhong Tingyue walked out of the room, wearing a long floral dress. The fabric was light and soft, and the hem was embroidered with colorful flowers, some in bud and some in full bloom, like a beautiful sight.

Chu Fang raised an eyebrow.

These days, Zhong Tingyue locks herself in the office to work, striving for the down payment on her house. Why did she come out today?

And there was a hint of worry on his face.

What happened?

Zhong Tingyue, wearing white sneakers, walked to his side and said, "He Yi seems to be in trouble. I'll go check on her."

Chu Fang handed her the car keys: "What's up?"

"I don't know." Zhong Tingyue shook her head.

Zhong Tingyue left the studio and soon arrived at her destination. She walked into the coffee shop and immediately saw her best friend, who was lying on the table looking depressed, with several cups of coffee on the table.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue walked over and sat down opposite her, took a sip of coffee, and her delicate face contorted slightly. "It's so bitter."

He Yi also took a bite: "Is it bitter? No! Nothing is more bitter than life."

“... ..."

Why are you using social commentary?

"Wu Di and I had a fight."

Zhong Tingyue was somewhat surprised.

He Yi and Wu Di are a model couple. They fell in love in college, and their feelings remained unchanged after entering the workforce. They bought a house together, worked hard together, and eventually got married.

Wu Di is deeply in love with He Yi, who is love-struck and thinks that no one in the world is more perfect than her husband, even Chu Fang is not as good as Wu Di.

These two actually argue?

That's interesting.

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue was no longer worried.

If they had actually had a violent argument, He Yi wouldn't be like this at this moment; instead, she would be in a completely different, frenzied state.

During college, He Yi and Wu Di broke up for a while. During that time, He Yi was heartbroken and even considered suicide to try to win back her boyfriend, which terrified Zhong Tingyue.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue asked the waiter to clean up the empty glasses, ordered a glass of water, and asked unhurriedly.

He Yi took a sip of water and then explained the reason.

It turns out that He Yi and Wu Di had been married for some time. They had settled into stable jobs, owned a car and a house, and were considered middle class. Feeling restless, He Yi decided to have a child and leave behind a symbol of their relationship.

However, Wu Di disagreed, hoping to wait a while, work for a period of time, and accumulate more savings to prepare for the arrival of the child.

This led to a conflict between the two regarding having children, and He Yi was quite unhappy about it.

"So you want to have a child?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

“Yes,” He Yi nodded. “Babies are so cute.”

"Then you should communicate with him more."

“We can’t communicate at all,” He Yi said.

"So what are your plans next?"

Zhong Tingyue didn't offer much advice; the most important role of a best friend is not to ask questions, but to provide emotional support.

If it were Yang Meina, she would definitely be cursing Wu Di viciously right now, but Zhong Tingyue couldn't do that; she wasn't that shameless.

Hearing this, He Yi smiled shyly, took out a suitcase from the side, patted it and said, "I think you should stay at home for a while. If Wu Di doesn't change his mind, I won't go home. I'll wander with you and roam the world."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue twitched the corner of her mouth.

I have a boyfriend, I have a family, why should I wander and drift?

Are you out of your mind?