Back in downtown Shanghai, Chu Fang transferred 200,000 yuan to the leader of the group of men in black: "Let's go for drinks, it's on me."
"Thank you, Young Master Chu."
Chu Fang waved his hand, and after everyone left, he stayed behind and sighed, "Ah!"
“What kind of mess is this every single day?”
Chu Fang wanted a simple and ordinary life, to accompany Zhong Tingyue to the end of her life, and nothing more.
But countless unexpected events have always changed his thoughts and his life.
Chu Fang was momentarily stunned, but quickly perked up: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, it's pointless."
He drove back to the Tanhua residential area.
When I got home, I saw Zhong Tingyue standing by the window, her silk nightgown flowing like water, the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone.
The straps of her nightgown draped over her fair shoulders, and beneath the hem, her long, shapely legs were faintly visible. Barefoot, she resembled a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.
"Mr. Chu."
Chu Fang did not reply, but instead hugged Zhong Tingyue and rested his head on her shoulder.
Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, elongating their shadows.
"Ms. Zhong."
"Um."
"I'm not happy."
"Then how can I make Mr. Chu happy?"
"To do some art? Ugh, that's vulgar."
"???"
"I'll dance for you."
The living room lights dimmed slightly. Zhong Tingyue, dressed in a silk nightgown, gracefully raised her arms as music began to play. Her delicate hands, soft and boneless, traced graceful arcs in the air, her movements fluid and graceful, like willow branches swaying in the breeze...
After the piece ended, Zhong Tingyue blinked her bright eyes and asked, "Mr. Chu, how was it? Was it artistic enough?"
Chu Fang was silent for three seconds: "I still want to be vulgar."
He's just a vulgar person; he can't appreciate art and only likes vulgarity.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The door opened, and Zhong Rou came home, doing somersaults while humming music.
"I'm back!"
Seeing his sister-in-law's radiant smile, Chu Fang asked in confusion, "Rou Rou, why are you always so happy?"
He rarely saw his sister-in-law angry or worried; she was mostly smiling.
"Brother-in-law, do you want to know?"
Chu Fang nodded.
"one hundred."
He sent a hundred directly.
Zhong Rou answered the question: "Eat and drink as you please, don't take anything to heart."
Chu Fang: "???"
Okay, that's one method.
Chu Fang clutched his stomach: "I'm hungry."
He didn't eat dinner tonight because he wanted to cause trouble for Ye Zhijie.
Zhong Rou also said, "I'm hungry too."
"What do you two want to eat?" Zhong Tingyue asked.
Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other and said in unison, "Luosifen!"
Soon, three bowls of snail rice noodles were served. The thin, white rice noodles lay distinctly in the bright red spicy broth, accompanied by green and yellow pickled bamboo shoots, golden and crispy tofu skin, crunchy wood ear mushrooms, and crunchy peanuts... ...it was quite an eye-opener.
At first, only Zhong Tingyue ate snail rice noodles at home. Chu Fang and Zhong Rou avoided snail rice noodles and even looked down on Zhong Tingyue because of it.
This woman is no good either.
But after taking a bite, they realized: It's delicious!
The spiciness explodes on the tip of the tongue, like flames burning the taste buds; the sour aroma of pickled bamboo shoots spreads, and the snail soup is as delicious as a warm current.
"Who invented this thing?" Chu Fang was covered in sweat after finishing the meal.
"I don't know," Zhong Tingyue shook her head.
Seeing his sister-in-law's face flushed and her slurping, Chu Fang asked, "Is it spicy?"
"hot!"
"Then why are you still drinking the soup?"
Zhong Rou actually wanted to drink the soup.
"My body should be governed by my brain, not my taste buds. My brain tells me that I should drink this soup so that my taste buds will know who the master of my body is."
After saying that, Zhong Rou downed the bowl of spicy snail rice noodles in one gulp.
Chu Fang: "..."
After the three finished eating the snail rice noodles, they went back to their room to sleep. However, the smell of the snail rice noodles permeated the entire house, which was a real hardship for the three pets in the living room.
If these three pets could talk, they would definitely speak beautiful Mandarin.
... ...
The next day, Chu Fang stretched and yawned as he woke up: "Another beautiful day."
Yesterday's events are behind us; a brighter future awaits us.
However, Chu Fang's happiness lasted less than three seconds before he became depressed again. Kang Bo sent him a message saying that Fangzheng Investment had some matters that required his personal attention.
"Who the hell invented the whole 'going to work' thing? Isn't that a bit mean?"
Zhong Tingyue tossed her hair, and her previously messy hair instantly became smooth, revealing a face that was so exquisite it was almost perfect.
"Mr. Chu, I've discovered something."
"What's up?"
"Why am I not pregnant yet?"
"It's only been a few days."
They've only been trying to conceive for less than two weeks, how could it be so fast?
If she really got pregnant that quickly, Chu Fang started to panic.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
Chu Fang flew into a rage: "Zhong Tingyue, don't insult people!"
"whee... ..."
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