At home, Chu Fang watched as the men, all quite drunk, began to talk incessantly, even Chu's usually taciturn father started reminiscing about history.
Alcohol is a wonderful thing!
Just then, news arrived, and he raised an eyebrow.
Oh no!
Zhong Rou discovered it.
Zhong Rou posted a picture of herself holding a kitchen knife to her neck, her eyes filled with tears.
What's wrong?
Do you want to commit suicide?
[Rou Rouzi: Pay up! Pay up with your life! Pay up for my nephew! Pay up for my feelings!]
[Solo player in a dating game: I'm sorry, I was wrong.]
[Solo Queue Player for Romance: Simple.JpG]
[RouRouZi: Wrong? It's all over?]
Immediately afterward, Chu Fang sent a red envelope to his sister-in-law.
[Rou Rouzi: No! I want my nephew!]
Zhong Rou's eyes reddened, tears fell, and she sobbed softly.
This incident not only severely damaged her feelings, but also meant the loss of her beloved nephew, which cannot be appeased by a simple red envelope.
[RouRouZi has already received your red envelope.]
Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Oh no!
Even a red envelope couldn't stop the sister-in-law's tears.
This isn't my fault. You used to be so scheming, but why were you so naive a few days ago?
well!
Helpless, Chu Fang then sent out several more New Year's red envelopes.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he sent a large red envelope containing 666.
[RouRou: Let's forget about that. Just don't lie to me again.]
He suddenly laughed.
Wealth can be a powerful motivator!
Ultimately, the sister-in-law couldn't resist the allure of money.
Now I'll have a way to prank you.
Zhong Tingyue wiped away her younger sister's tears, pursed her lips, and said, "Stop crying?"
"Hmph!" Zhong Rou snorted coldly, rolling her eyes. "Zhong Tingyue, I'm never going to be friends with you again!"
“... ..."
Shanghai remains as bustling and vibrant as ever.
Even during the Spring Festival, when migrant workers leave, a large number of tourists still arrive, making milk tea shops extremely busy and breathless.
After working late into the night, Zhou Qiong could finally catch her breath.
The store manager handed her a red envelope and said with a smile, "Happy New Year, Xiao Zhou."
"Happy New Year, store manager." Zhou Qiong accepted the red envelope, a bright smile spreading across her face.
"Go home early."
"I'll clean up the house, and it's just a short walk home, no rush."
The store manager shook his head.
I don't know what this little girl has been through, but she is so well-behaved that it evokes feelings of pity in me.
Around midnight on New Year's Eve, Zhou Qiong slowly returned home, wearing a white down jacket and a hat, her hands in her pockets, looking extremely cute.
Ten, nine, eight...
Just then, a deafening cheer erupted in my ears; it turned out that the New Year was approaching.
As the number 'one' fell, noise and cheers resounded throughout the city, followed by a fireworks display organized by the municipal government.
Zhou Qiong stopped and looked at the fireworks in the night sky. She clasped her hands in front of her and murmured to herself, "The new year has arrived. I wish Yiyi will get into a good university, I wish Brother Chufang will marry his wife and have children soon, and I wish Brother Chufang's family peace and good health."
Zhou Qiong's wish was so simple.
Suddenly someone sent her a message, and a smile appeared on her pretty face.
[Brother Chu Fang sent you a red envelope.]
[Brother Chu Fang: Happy New Year! I hope you, Qiongqiong, are happy, safe, and healthy. Are you doing well in Shanghai? Don't overwork yourself. You call me brother every day, and I'm your brother every day. Life is wonderful; I hope you can feel it.]
Zhou Qiong had already sensed it.
... ...
The deafening sound of firecrackers heralded the arrival of the new year.
After staying up all night to welcome the New Year, Chu Fang crawled into bed and immediately felt as if he had entered paradise.
[Solo player specializing in romance: Happy New Year.]
[Wang Shu: Just four words?]
[Solo player specializing in romance: May all your wishes come true.]
Wang Shu: ... ...
[Wang Shu: What is your New Year's wish?]
[Solo player in a dating game: I'll sleep with you!]
Zhong Tingyue shook her head; this man's thoughts were still as single-minded as ever.
He hesitated quite a bit when it came to actually letting him sleep.
What a contradictory man, or rather:
The king of verbal sparring!
Chu Fang invited a video call, and the other party accepted immediately. As the video connected, Chu Fang's sleepy eyes widened instantly.
The woman he had been longing for appeared before him, wearing a tight-fitting purple thermal underwear that accentuated her beautiful upper body. He had the feeling that she was just his sister, and his sister said purple was very charming...
Her lower body was covered by a pair of black super short shorts, revealing her fair and shapely legs, which were free of any scars, resembling a finely crafted work of art.
Good heavens!
Zhong Tingyue, you actually dressed so provocatively behind my back.
You've really disappointed me!
Faced with her boyfriend's burning gaze, Zhong Tingyue blushed slightly and asked, "Mr. Chu, are your eyes about to pop out?"
"It doesn't matter if my eyeballs fall out, as long as I have a brain," Chu Fang replied. "My brain has a powerful ability to construct art."
"What stage is the construction at?"
"She's wearing black stockings."
“... ..."
Such outstanding artistic talent, yet this man couldn't use it for anything worthwhile.
"Since it's the new year, I'll dance for you," Zhong Tingyue said.
Chu Fang waved his hand, looking quite serious: "Play some background music for me. If you dance well, you'll be rewarded handsomely."
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him, then swayed her body to the music, performing the dance she was learning for her boyfriend.
Chu Fang finally understood why those ancient emperors loved dancing so much.
From then on, the emperor no longer held morning court sessions!
There's a reason for that.
A woman of unparalleled beauty dances gracefully before you, swaying her body. Even if you can tell that she doesn't dance well, her rhythm is off, and she can't keep up with the street photography, just the dance itself is enough to be a feast for the eyes.
Zhong Tingyue was performing a traditional Chinese dance, her two long, white legs swinging gracefully in the air.
When the song ended, Zhong Tingyue smiled radiantly: "How did the King of Chu feel?"
Chu Fang said, "Get closer."
Zhong Tingyue moved a little closer, smiling.
"Closer."
Following those burning gazes, Zhong Tingyue lowered her head, her gaze falling on her chest. She then looked up and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
So this man is taking advantage of the situation.
“Your thermal underwear is too… …” Chu Fang hesitated for a moment, “It’s too tight. Wear something looser from now on.”
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