The next day, Zhong Tingyue went downstairs and saw Chu's mother sitting on the sofa, staring at her.
"Bad woman!"
Zhong Tingyue flicked the hair in front of her eyes: "Mom, have you forgotten? We signed a treaty. From now on, you will no longer call me 'bad woman'."
Chu's mother looked serious: "I broke the treaty."
Zhong Tingyue: "..."
So direct?
She originally thought that the treaty would be effective for a few days, but who knew that Chu's mother would break the treaty so directly and clearly.
Chu's mother said: "Bad woman, you took advantage of my illness to force me to sign an unequal treaty. The law says that unequal treaties are not protected by the state. Therefore, the treaty between us is void."
Chu's mother studied all night and finally studied the law, finding a legitimate reason for her behavior.
"Sigh." Zhong Tingyue sighed, "Mom, you disappoint me so much. How can I trust you?"
"I don't need your trust!"
"If you don't believe me, I won't let him see you when I have children in the future."
Chu's mother was anxious: "Bad woman, you..."
"Me what me?"
"You are so bad."
"Can't compare to you, old lady."
The two mothers-in-law fought, and Chu Fang watched with amusement from the side. Suddenly, the two of them stared at him together.
"Good boy, you take care of the bad woman."
"Mr. Chu."
Chu Fang: "..."
"Mom, what benefits do I get from helping you?"
Chu's mother put her hands on her hips: "I am your mother."
"Ms. Zhong, what benefits do I get from helping you?"
Zhong Tingyue smiled brightly: "What do you think?"
Chu Fang: "..."
Faced with two sharp eyes, Chu Fang felt as if he was caught between two huge rocks and was about to be crushed into meat pie.
No, why is this plot different from what I thought?
Shouldn't you two ask me to take sides in your quarrel and make all kinds of promises?
Why do you all want to get something for nothing?
You are not playing by the rules!
Chu's father smiled.
... ...
Chu Ma's birthday passed. Because there was work in Modu(魔都: Shanghai), Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left their hometown after lunch.
"Mom, go to the mahjong hall less in the future," Chu Fang said.
The mahjong hall is filled with smoke, inhaling a lot of second-hand smoke, which can easily lead to lung cancer.
"Then where do I go to play mahjong?"
"Can't you not play mahjong?"
Chu's mother tilted her neck: "How can I live without playing mahjong?"
Chu Fang said: "Zhong Tingyue bought you an automatic mahjong machine online, which will arrive home in a few days. Play at home in the future."
Zhong Tingyue raised her eyebrows: "Mom, thank me quickly."
Chu's mother collapsed her face: "No!"
"Then I'll ask the merchant not to ship the goods."
"If you don't ship it, you don't ship it. Can't I buy it myself?" Chu's mother glanced at Zhong Tingyue.
She felt that her daughter-in-law was a little stupid, and she threatened her in this way.
Chu Fang said: "That mahjong machine was privately customized by Zhong Tingyue, equipped with massage function, allowing you to massage while playing mahjong."
Sitting for a long time will cause problems, so Zhong Tingyue asked someone to privately customize an automatic mahjong machine.
Chu's mother glanced at Zhong Tingyue, tilting her neck: "Then I don't want it either!"
"We're leaving, take care of your health," Chu Yi waved his hand.
Chu Yi and Zhou Qiong have their own things in Modu(魔都: Shanghai) and will also leave.
Qian Liyan said: "Yi Yi, take care of yourself outside, don't forget to eat, and remember to listen to your brother."
"Oh." The car started, and Chu Yi's voice floated in the air.
... ...
It was already evening when they arrived in Modu(魔都: Shanghai).
"Eat together?" Chu Fang asked the two sisters.
"Not familiar." Chu Yi dropped two words, then pulled Zhou Qiong out of the airport.
... ...
Back in Modu(魔都: Shanghai), Chu Fang became lazy again.
Zhong Tingyue got up, made breakfast, and brought it to the room, asking Chu Fang to eat, and then left home.
Arriving at the studio, she glanced at the next door. There was indeed a peer, also an interior design studio.
"Sister Zhong, this is our big enemy, don't underestimate it," Jiang Wenzhen's eyes were burning with raging flames.
Zhong Tingyue hammered Jiang Wenzhen's head: "Big enemy, if you have time to gossip, put more effort into your work."
Now the real estate industry is declining, and interior design is not as popular as before, and has declined a lot.
What enemies are there in this industry?
It's just a group of poor people who earn meager wages to make a living.
Just then, the door of the next-door design studio opened, and a woman in a floral dress and high heels came out, beautiful and lovely.
Zhong Tingyue and the floral woman looked at each other and nodded with a smile.
The floral woman left, and Jiang Wenzhen said: "That woman is the studio owner. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also very capable and has many clients."
Zhong Tingyue went to her studio and said: "Don't gossip, work."
... ...
Zhong Tingyue worked all day and then got off work, and saw Chu Fang leaning against the car downstairs.
"Beauty, let's get to know each other."
"Why?"
Chu Fang looked sincere: "Because I am very handsome!"
"Cricket(蟋蟀: cricket)!"
As soon as this was said, Chu Fang was anxious: "Zhong Tingyue, this is slander, insult, and inhuman slander. You must apologize to me, otherwise I will call the police. By the way, what is the 110 phone number?"
Zhong Tingyue smiled, her fiancé can tolerate others saying any shortcomings about him, but he cannot tolerate saying that he is ugly.
"Why is Mr. Chu here today?"
"Have you forgotten? He Yi and Wu Di are treating us to dinner."
Zhong Tingyue nodded and then remembered this.
Because He Yi is pregnant, she wanted to invite her friends to dinner to celebrate. She was going to treat them a few days ago, but it was delayed by Chu Ma's affairs, so it was moved to tonight.
The floral woman walked out of the building and saw Zhong Tingyue get into Chu Fang's car, and then left her field of vision.
"That is our next-door neighbor, Zhong Zong(钟总: General Manager Zhong) of interior design," the subordinate next to her said softly.
The floral woman nodded: "This industry is already sunset, but so many beautiful girls come in, which is a bit interesting."
... ...
At night, to celebrate her pregnancy, He Yi invited her relatives and friends to a gathering.
Many people came, not only Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, but also He Yi's friends, so it was very lively.
Chu Fang and the two of them didn't stay long before they left. Zhong Tingyue likes a quiet environment, while Chu Fang prefers to be with Ms. Zhong. Outsiders will only affect his fun of harassing Zhong Tingyue.
Looking at the time, it was only eight o'clock. The two of them did not drive home, but walked back.
Tonight, the night is bright, accompanied by the warm sea breeze, which is quite pleasant.
After walking for a while, they came to the night market in Modu(魔都: Shanghai), and they couldn't move.
Tonight's banquet, the two of them were busy greeting strangers and didn't eat much.
The two looked at each other.
"What does Mr. Chu say?"
"Eat!"
Then the two came to a barbecue stall, ordered a lot of barbecue, mutton skewers, kidneys, dried tofu, etc., and also ordered classic egg fried rice.
The two just sat down to eat.
After eating and drinking, they checked out and spent 320 yuan in total.
Chu Fang gritted his teeth: "Too expensive. Now these stall owners don't want to live, but want to drive a Bentley and buy a villa."
A few days ago, he bought a cup of lemon tea at a stall for 88 yuan. Hearing the amount, Chu Fang almost threw the lemon tea on the stall owner's face.
In the end, he painfully paid 88 yuan.
Since then, he has no good impression of the stalls.
Zhong Tingyue took his arm and said lightly: "It's okay."
"It's okay?"
"It's okay," Zhong Tingyue said.
"This price is not expensive?"
"After deducting expenses, there is not much left."
Chu Fang said quietly: "Ms. Zhong, you have changed. You have become unrealistic. You actually said that these stalls don't make money."
"You can try it."
"Try it and try it," Chu Fang said, sticking his neck, "But before trying it, let's make a bet. I bet that setting up a stall is very profitable, but you bet the opposite, with a week as the deadline, and look at the amount to see if setting up a stall is profitable."
"If I win, you have to put on the clothes I bought for you, black silk, high heels, and those gold-rimmed glasses; and if you win, I will let you do whatever you want."
Zhong Tingyue's eyes curved and pierced her fiancé's thoughts, but she drew a shallow arc at the corner of her mouth: "Okay."
The two slapped each other, and this bet was settled.
On the way back, Chu Fang had a smile on his face and repeatedly looked up and down at Zhong Tingyue, who asked: "What are you doing?"
Chu Fang replied: "I am conceiving a great painting in my mind."
Zhong Tingyue: "Do you think you are sure to win?"
"The odds of winning are 30/70."
"I still have a 30% chance of winning, don't be too proud."
"I'm 97, you're 3."
Zhong Tingyue: "..."
So that's how it is 30/70?
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