In high school, there are evening self-study sessions, and students don't get out of school until 10 p.m.
Zhong Rou and Wen Qing were walking down the street when Zhong Rou suddenly threw a punch forward, causing a ripple: "Damn it! I'm going to beat that guy who invented school to death!"
The intensity of high school studies far exceeds that of junior high and elementary school. Even though Zhong Rou is intelligent, she can't handle it, so she hates those who talk about going to school.
Wen Qing gently comforted Zhong Rou from the side.
When they returned to the residential compound, Zhong Rou immediately spotted the security guard, half-asleep, in the guard booth. Two small dimples appeared on her face. She stealthily approached him, turned on the compound's microphone (which could broadcast sound throughout the entire compound), and whispered in his ear, "It's raining."
The security guard opened his eyes, jumped up, and shouted, "It's raining? I'd better hurry and bring in the laundry, or that old woman will kill me again..."
The microphone was pointed at his lips, amplifying his voice throughout the entire neighborhood.
The security guard heard the noise that echoed throughout the neighborhood. He saw Zhong Rou smiling to the side, paused for a few seconds, his lips twitched, and he felt an urge to punch her. Zhong Rou pouted and said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was wrong. It's not raining."
“I disturbed your sleep. Why don’t you hit me once? You definitely won’t want to. Or you can beat me up. You’ll feel bad about bullying a child. You’ll definitely forgive my mistake in your heart. Grandpa is a magnanimous man. Grandpa, you can continue sleeping. I’m going home now.”
After saying that, Jiang Wenzhen ran into the residential area at lightning speed.
The security guard stood there, roaring, "You damned Chu Fang, I'm not done with you yet!"
Ever since Chu Fang moved into the Tanhua Residential Area, his lifespan has decreased by ten years. And when Zhong Rou entered the Residential Area, his lifespan decreased by another ten years. After careful consideration, it seems that he doesn't have many days left to live.
Before leaving, the security guard planned to take Chu Fang down to hell with him.
... ...
"We ordinary folks are really happy today..." Zhong Rou hummed a song as she stepped out of the elevator, took out her key, gently turned it, and opened the door. Immediately, she heard a soft, charming voice, accompanied by sounds like "hmm," "hum," and "ah."
Zhong Rou could tell that the voices came from her older sister and brother-in-law.
Although she was young, she was worldly-wise and immediately thought of some unspeakable scenes. She thought to herself, "Oh dear, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, you two are doing such things in the living room. How shameful! I must give you a good scolding."
While thinking about it, I took out my phone, intending to permanently capture that image online, and craned my neck to look at it.
Chu Fang, dressed in pajamas, was sitting on Zhong Tingyue, massaging her shoulders, while the latter squinted her eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.
"Huh?" Zhong Rou's burning flames were suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water. This was not what she had imagined. She slammed the door shut and said angrily, "How could you do this? You are wasting my expressions and my phone's memory."
"What did we do?" Chu Fang asked, puzzled.
It's just a massage, why waste your expression?
Did I offend you by bothering you?
Neither of you sisters are any good.
The younger one is an absolute murderous monster, while the older one is an extremely cunning fox.
A few days ago, Chu Fang lost a bet to Zhong Tingyue, and he let her do whatever she wanted. Today, when he got home, this woman ordered him to give her a massage.
Having lost the bet, Chu Fang had no choice but to give her a massage.
Zhong Rou glared at them both and went back to her room, while Zhong Tingyue continued to direct the massage: "Why did you stop? Continue, increase the pressure, go higher."
"Zhong Tingyue, don't push your luck."
"Who told you to lose?"
"You wait, one day I will get my revenge on you all."
"I'm not betting with you anymore."
Just then, something suddenly came to Chu Fang's mind, something buried deep in his memory.
It was last summer, when the two had just met. Chu Fang was helping Zhong Tingyue serve that "steel wool big customer, Sister Huang". After he had entertained Sister Wang well, he asked Zhong Tingyue to agree to three things for him.
Originally, he planned to use those three things as a trump card against Zhong Tingyue, but the two of them got together quickly afterward, and he forgot about those three things completely. But now he remembered them.
Chu Fang suddenly became excited, as if he had found a priceless treasure, even happier than receiving ten million for free every day. He told Zhong Tingyue about what happened last year, and the latter tilted her head and said, "Did I promise that? No, I didn't~~~"
"Zhong Tingyue, are you trying to renege on your promise? Trying to be a deadbeat?" Seeing his girlfriend's blank expression, Chu Fang felt wronged: "Zhong Tingyue, I didn't blame you even after I lost, and you're blaming me? You're not human!"
Two dimples appeared at the corners of Zhong Tingyue's mouth: "Okay, okay, I'm not that kind of person, I remember now."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang's mood immediately changed. He grinned and accidentally kicked Ms. Zhong in the forehead with his right foot. She glared at him, but he remained unmoved.
Chu Fang stroked his chin, lost in thought, considering how to control Zhong Tingyue.
"Don't go too far," Zhong Tingyue said at the right moment. "I haven't asked you to do anything excessive, I just want you to give me a massage."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "Why should I? I want you to understand a principle: sincerity sometimes doesn't get an equal return."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "I've already decided. The first thing is that you wear the best outfit you bought me tonight."
The first thing I must do is reward myself; I can't let all the hard work I put in tonight go to waste.
Chu Fang rarely buys clothes for Zhong Tingyue, partly because she already has enough clothes, and partly because Zhong Tingyue doesn't want Chu Fang to buy them for her.
He only bought a few sets of clothes, but one set particularly appealed to Chu Fang. It had little fabric, a tacky design, and was expensive, but that didn't stop him from really liking it.
He had been trying to get Zhong Tingyue to wear it, but the woman just wouldn't, which infuriated him.
I've finally got this chance, I have to make sure this woman wears it.
"No way." Zhong Tingyue thought of the outfit, a faint blush rising to her face. She refused, adding two words: "Disgusting!"
"You're going back on your word. I can tell you're not a good person."
Zhong Tingyue said softly, "Let's choose another one. This one is too difficult."
"Hmm... that works too." Chu Fang stroked his chin.
"Fine, I'll wear those clothes then, I won't change." Seeing her boyfriend agree to change so easily, Zhong Tingyue felt empty inside.
She knew that if Chu Fang agreed so easily, then the other thing would be even more perverse, so it was better to choose the simplest option from the start.
But after thinking for a moment, she shook her head again: "No, let's try another one."
"No, I'll wear those clothes."
"Let's choose another one."
"I'm not changing it."
Chu Fang watched as the woman shook her head and changed her mind, and thought to himself, "Has she gone mad?"
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