How could Yang Meina know what to do? She was just talking nonsense. All advice in life is based on personal cognition. Only with in-depth understanding, deep learning, close observation... ... can relevant opinions be obtained. She knows her childhood friend, but facing a billionaire who is beyond 99% of the rich and truly at the top of the pyramid, how dare she make opinions and suggestions? The only way Yang Meina can think of is: take it slow. Try to maintain the current state first, wait until the two sides talk more, have deeper feelings, know each other better, and even when it is time to talk about marriage, it is not too late to tell the details. By then, the matter will be settled, and the impact should be minimized as much as possible. Yang Meina looked up and down at Chu Fang who was lost in thought, and couldn't help but admire him a little more. Chu Fang almost completely thought about the problem from Zhong Tingyue's perspective. What problems existed between the two of them, whether they affected each other's mood, whether they were happy or not... ..., even the wealth that ordinary people were crazy about, he did not show off in front of Zhong Tingyue like offering treasures. Instead, he first considered the other party's dignity, face and inner emotional fluctuations, and considered the other party in every detail. I have to admit that she was really envious.
The two chatted a lot, and Yang Meina did not leave until late at night. In front of the door, Chu Fang said sincerely: "Thank you." "It's okay." Yang Meina waved her hand casually, "As long as you two are good, I am already satisfied." Paused, pursed her lips: "If you swallow three steamed buns, I will be even happier." The steamed bun incident still remains in her memory, deeply imprinted, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life. "Hmm..." Chu Fang touched his chin, a kind smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "It's inconvenient." After saying that, he slammed the door shut. Yang Meina, who was left outside, bit her back teeth tightly and almost yelled out of her throat: "Bitch!!!" A person, a billionaire, can be so cheap, no one else can be so cheap. She kicked the door hard a few times to vent her resentment, and then left. After leaving the community, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, looked at the message on it, raised her eyebrows, and sent a message to Chu Fang. [Meinanazi: I'm kidding, are you really brushing? ] I saw that one carnival after another flew out of her live broadcast room, all from Chu Fang. [Love Solo Player: I owe you. ] [Meinanazi: Don't brush, even if you brush more, it won't change my attitude towards you, bitch. ] There are already more than a dozen carnivals brushed. [Love Solo Player: Okay, I won't brush it. ] The gifts in the live broadcast room disappeared, and Yang Meina pulled the corner of her mouth. I told you not to brush it, and you really didn't brush it. Why are you so honest? I don't think you are an honest person. You are being a jerk again, right?
[Love Solo Player: Actually, I want to brush all the five million. Since you don't want it, forget it... ...] [Meina: MMP. ] As she said, suddenly the carnival gifts appeared in the live broadcast room again, followed by a message. [Love Solo Player: Zhong Tingyue is going to open a studio, and she probably doesn't have enough funds. You can invest this money in her studio. There is no transfer, and it is brushed out in the live broadcast room. I hope you have a legitimate source of funds. ] [Love Solo Player: Thank you for your help. ] Yang Meina looked at the message, did not respond, put her phone in her bag, looked up at the night sky, reached out to the bright moon, and wanted to grab the bright moon. Unfortunately, it is just a flower in the water and a moon in the mirror. ... ... "Oh, I never thought that giving gifts would be such a laborious thing." In the room, Chu Fang lay on the sofa and cracked his fingers, making a crisp sound. He gave nearly two thousand gifts at the carnival, which cost three thousand each, and his fingers were sore. His idea of giving gifts was very simple, which was to find a reasonable way to raise funds for Zhong Tingyue's studio. It happened that Yang Meina was a streamer, and he had more than five million in his account, and he would not give gifts again in the foreseeable future. It would be a waste to leave it there, and he was too lazy to find a channel to withdraw it. Just give it directly to Yang Meina, and let this childhood friend give the money to Zhong Tingyue. As for whether Yang Meina would embezzle such a large sum of money alone, it was up to her. If she didn't, of course it would be great; if she did, it didn't matter. Spending millions to recognize a person's quality was not a loss in this deal. Of course, based on his understanding of Yang Meina, she should be a very upright girl, greedy for money, but earning it in a proper way. At this time, Yang Meina sent a message. [MeinaNanazi: Stupid, change your TikTok name, use the same name for all social media, anyone can figure it out with a little thought. 】 [Love Solo Player: Very ] ... ... The day after resigning, Zhong Tingyue immediately prepared the various processes and procedures for opening a studio. Nowadays, it is very simple to open a company, but the difficulty is the lack of start-up capital. The price of office buildings in Shanghai has been rising steadily, which has exceeded her budget, and there are many costs in the foreseeable future, which immediately made her feel stressed. But fortunately, her childhood friend Yang Meina has a "big brother" who gave her a large sum of money. She invested the money in the studio to avoid bankruptcy at the start. "Nana, think about it carefully. Two million yuan can be used to pay the down payment for a house in Shanghai, and you can buy a house in our hometown. If you put it in the bank for a year, you can get nearly 10,000 yuan in interest. You can invest all of it in my studio. If it goes bankrupt, you will lose everything." Although he had advised his childhood friend countless times, Zhong Tingyue still advised him again with more than two million yuan in savings. "It's okay, it's broken, it's not mine anyway." Yang Meina waved her hand indifferently. "Ah?" "Oh... I mean, I completely believe in your ability, you can do it, believe in yourself." "Huh..." Zhong Tingyue tried to look calmer and let out the stuffiness in his chest, "I will work hard and will never let you down." Chu Fang, who was standing next to him, felt that Zhong Tingyue was under a lot of pressure, and reminded him, "It's okay, if you lose it, you lose it, money is something outside of your body."
"It's not your money, of course you don't care." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him, coquettishly, and muttered. "That's right." Yang Meina on the side also chimed in, indignant, "That's my hard-earned money, do you understand?" He Yi narrowed her eyes into a slit, smiling, and found it more and more interesting. I couldn't help but envy my best friend, who had a boyfriend so willing to help her, and hoped that the ending would be perfect.