Night fell, and the moonlight, like water, spilled into the room.
Chu Fang suddenly realized... ...the tattoo was quite nice, with a unique beauty under the moonlight, and especially the phoenix imprinted on Zhong Tingyue's delicate body seemed to come back to life, spreading its wings and soaring, displaying its pride.
After a long while, the noise in the room gradually subsided.
Zhong Tingyue's breath was sweet as orchids: "Did you take drugs tonight?"
“Tattoos are more effective than drugs.” Chu Fang said seriously, “Ms. Zhong, why don’t you really get a tattoo?”
"Go to hell." Ms. Zhong rolled her eyes, exuding charm.
After resting for a while, Zhong Tingyue was about to wash up when she was met with Chu Fang's eyes. Her heart skipped a beat: "What are you doing?"
"Hmm... Let's talk about our love for another hour."
After saying that, Chu Fang hugged Zhong Tingyue tightly and talked about their deep and meaningful love, which made the latter blush and keep cursing her about being born, wandering, and being a scoundrel.
She hadn't expected that the tattoo wouldn't enhance her cold image; instead, it provoked the man's anger.
Chu Fang grinned and smirked in response.
Sometimes tattoos can even have a stimulating effect on a couple's sex life, something he hadn't expected.
... ...
At dawn, Zhong Tingyue slowly opened her eyes. Chu Fang was already up and cooking. She slowly got up as well, went into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her once fair skin was now covered with large patches of phoenix blood, flames, and soaring wings...
She frowned slightly.
Compared to yesterday's excitement, I don't feel as happy today, and I even find the phoenix increasingly unpleasant to look at.
What is this garbage...?
... ...
After breakfast, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue headed to the company. Along the way, the latter could always feel strange looks coming from all directions, some surprised, some regretful, some unexpected... all sorts of complex gazes.
Chu Fang straightened his back and, noticing passersby casting glances at him, introduced her generously: "This is my girlfriend, isn't she beautiful?"
A pedestrian gave a thumbs-up: "Brother, you're awesome."
Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched, feeling as if she had become a tool for Chu Fang to show off.
When Zhong Tingyue arrived at the studio, many of her colleagues and employees stared wide-eyed in surprise.
Who is this?
Is this our studio's CEO?
no!
Isn't this a non-mainstream, trendy young woman?
Where is my cold and aloof boss?
Where did they go?!
Zhong Tingyue did not respond, but instead entered the office with a nonchalant air and immediately closed the door.
Jiang Wenzhen grabbed Chu Fang's arm: "What happened? Why did Sister Zhong get a tattoo?"
Chu Fang replied, "He's going through a rebellious phase of adolescence."
Did you bully Sister Zhong?
"With those tattoos, would I dare to bully her?"
... ...
As she entered the office, Zhong Tingyue's tense body relaxed immediately, and she slowly exhaled.
Tattoos do seem to offer a different experience...
At this moment, all she could say was... thankfully it was just a temporary tattoo that could be removed in seven days; otherwise, she would have found it very difficult to bear the strange looks from others.
I really don't know how those young men and women can stand it.
"Sister Zhong, the client is here." Jiang Wenzhen knocked on the door and then poked her head out to say.
Zhong Tingyue nodded, straightened her clothes, and tried her best to cover up the tattoo. Unfortunately, the tattoo on her neck could not be covered and had to be left exposed to the air.
As Chu Fang stepped out of the office, he said, "Hey, why did you cover up that tattoo?"
Zhong Tingyue did not respond, but instead headed towards the conference room.
A customer was waiting and paused for a moment when he saw her.
Is she the studio boss or a young, quirky woman?
Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched.
I experienced discrimination again.
So embarrassing...
... ...
Chu Fang lay sprawled on the table, still looking lazy and listless.
Who exactly invented work?
That's so against human nature.
He was incredibly bored, so he turned to the chubby boy and asked, "How are things going between you and Jiang Wenzhen?"
"How about what?" the chubby boy asked.
What are you two thinking?
“I haven’t thought of anything yet.” Cai Guan shook his head. “My parents like Jiang Wenzhen, but her parents seem to have a problem with me.”
Chu Fang's gossipy nature kicked in again: "What's going on?"
Cai Guan is a native of Shanghai, owns a house, and his parents have pensions, making him a true "golden bachelor." In contrast, Jiang Wenzhen's family is much poorer. Why are Jiang Wenzhen's parents dissatisfied?
This is unreasonable.
The chubby boy frowned: "They seem to think that I was born in Shanghai and was spoiled, and that my marriage with Jiang Wenzhen is full of contradictions in all aspects."
Chu Fang nodded, agreeing with Cai Guan's assessment; the chubby boy had a keen eye for understanding people's hearts.
"Brother Chu, what should I do?"
Chu Fang shrugged: "It's good to have more contact."
Prejudice between people stems from unfamiliarity; as long as there is more contact, barriers can be easily eliminated.
Just as people generally believe that tattoos are bad, Zhong Tingyue likes tattoos, which is completely contrary to her appearance and temperament.
Just then, the conference room door opened, the client strode away, and Zhong Tingyue slowly walked out, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The project, which had been agreed upon long ago, encountered an unexpected situation today, and the client is now planning to back out.
She touched her neck: "Does a tattoo really have that much of an impact?"
While she was thinking, she was greeted by Chu Fang's bright smile. She kicked Chu Fang and went back to her office to work.
At noon, the two ate Longjiang braised pork trotters rice downstairs. After finishing their meal, they were about to go upstairs to catch up on their sleep when Yang Meina called, asking for help. The two then left the studio.
After a short drive, we arrived at Yang Meina's company building.
Yang Meina's company has already started operating, and she has been busy with company affairs lately. Every morning when she wakes up, she can see Yang Meina's posts on WeChat Moments.
for example:
What a beautiful day! (Beautiful my foot, time for bed)
Yang Meina, keep going! (Do not disturb)
If I say "do not disturb," will you really stop disturbing me? Or will someone come and chat with me? I want to use the chat to escape company affairs.
... ...
Yang Meina posts dozens of updates on her WeChat Moments every day, all of them rant and rave.
She vented all her resentment on her WeChat Moments, and her resentment was enough to support the Evil Sword Immortal.
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