Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Song Dashan had never expected that there would be two more daughters in the family.

If we say that Mr. Murong's fatherly love is like a mountain, the pressure is so great that it makes people breathless.

Then Song Dashan's fatherly love is just as his name suggests. When he walked to the mountain of his fatherly love, Song Pingqing had no idea where he would sprain his ankle for no apparent reason.

Since Song Pingqing usually goes to school away from home, the father and daughter spend less time together, so she sprains her ankle less often.

But it was different when he returned home. Living under the same roof, the number of times Song Pingqing sprained his ankle due to the father's love increased sharply.

Just like now.

At this moment.

Song Dashan came back from outside with a huge bouquet of flowers.

How big is it? So big that it takes two bodyguards to carry it into the house.

In front of it, Wu Lide had to be downgraded from a strong man to an ordinary person.

The bouquet is purple and looks very beautiful.

But when Song Pingqing saw such a bouquet of flowers, his eyelids began to twitch.

Because the last time she saw such a big bouquet of flowers was at someone else's funeral, when someone sent a huge wreath of flowers.

Song Pingqing: I know I am quite young now, but I still feel it is a bit unlucky.

Let alone Song Pingqing.

Everyone who could breathe in the house, from Old Lady Song to Little Xiu Xiu, were all stunned without exception.

Veins on Old Lady Song's forehead were throbbing. If she hadn't thought of the delicate girl Murong Xue, she would have swung the spatula over there, cursing Song Dashan as she did so, calling him a "spendthrift".

Old Man Song felt the same way and just wanted to withdraw from the battlefield before his wife got angry.

Surprise and disgust flashed across Xu Jinmei's face.

Xiao Xiuxiu? After saying "ahhh" twice, he started to look at Song Pingqing's reaction.

Song Pingqing, who was originally teasing Xiuxiu with a toy, now felt that he was the one being teased.

"Oh, look at my brain."

Song Dashan's gaze moved around and suddenly fell on Murong Xue.

The expression that wanted to "seek praise" in the last second turned into annoyance in the next second, and Song Dashan's accent came out: "Why did my sister think of Xue'er coming too?"

"If I had known, I would have prepared a bouquet for you too!"

As soon as these words came out, Song Pingqing woke up as if from a dream, and tried to stop him: "No, Dad, it's fine like this now. It's such a big bouquet, we can just share it between the two of us."

"That won't work!" Song Dashan wanted to remedy the mistake immediately after discovering it. He picked up his phone and made a call to order another bouquet.

"Uncle Song, that's really not necessary." Murong Xue's good-baby-like mouth corners were a little stiff. This shock made it difficult for the young lady to find a suitable way to refuse.

Murong Xue could only force an excuse: "I don't like this color."

"Oh, then uncle ordered the noodles for you." Song Dashan's main goal is to meet every request, but not to the point.

So at night the nannies and servants were almost going crazy trying to pack up the two bouquets of flowers.

Murong Xue looked at the bustling scene downstairs, rubbed her forehead and returned to the bedroom.

"Your dad is really enthusiastic."

Grandma, your dad.

The young lady is quite hypocritical.

Song Pingqing sensed the difference in the way Murong Xue addressed him, and looked at her helplessly: "Maybe it's because his daughter rarely comes home for dinner, and he's so happy that he's lost his mind."

This summer is hotter than in previous years. There is still a month left before the dog days of summer, but the weather is already so hot that it makes people feel stuffy.

People feel sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and take naps in summer. The afternoon sun is so dazzling that it makes people feel very uncomfortable. Song Pingqing also wants to take a nap, but unfortunately Zhao Lei does not allow it.

He came to visit with a thick stack of information.

Things change, and it is Song Pingqing's turn to be beaten up by the workers and have no rest.

Zhao Lei has been so busy that he hasn't come to report to Song Pingqing for half a month.

Some time ago, because Song Pingqing was concerned about the logistics and transportation of donated materials, Zhao Lei personally made two trips to Bashu. After returning, he worked on several other important projects. It was not until the afternoon of this day that he squeezed out two hours to report to Song Pingqing.

Sometimes Song Pingqing felt that the salary he offered Zhao Lei was too low, so he personally boiled water and made tea: "If it really doesn't work out, you can hire an assistant."

"Even if you don't tell me, I would have to ask for a job, but not an assistant for me."

Zhao Lei sat down and drank tea to relax: "You have more and more businesses under your name, and I really can't take care of them all by myself. Besides, I'm not a professional, so I still need to recruit some professionals to come over."

Zhao Lei really couldn't take care of it all. He came here in a hurry today, and later he would have to catch a plane to help Song Pingqing check the progress of several other projects.

This year is the Olympic year, and it is held on home turf, so it is naturally very lively.

The sports craze has swept the streets. Slogans for sports brands, sports venues, and gyms are everywhere, and everyone wants to play the role of a champion.

It is really lively, but I don’t know how many of these businesses can survive after the bustle.

More than three months ago, among the investment projects that Zhao Lei found at the instruction of Song Pingqing, four projects were related to this.

Two sports brand projects, one gym project, and the other is a children's physical fitness project.

The Olympics will open in two months, and now is the critical time to make money. Song Pingqing has not yet had a holiday, so Zhao Lei has to make a few more trips to take a look.

The projects of both sports brands have been developing well recently.

Song Pingqing is quite satisfied with the current data: "We have caught up with the trend during this period, and we are making money like picking up money. But we still need to ask them how they plan to develop after the trend is over, and ask them to make a detailed report."

The design style of one of the sports brand stores was very consistent with Song Pingqing's aesthetic taste, but the person in charge was too lazy and too individualistic, which made Song Pingqing deeply worried.

"I've already urged them." Zhao Lei pointed to one of the two reports in front of Song Pingqing and said, "The report for this brand will be available in the middle of next month. I invite you to visit their factory."

The brand that Zhao Lei was referring to happened to be the one that Song Pingqing liked.

"I remember that the person in charge of this brand was a bit lazy. Why is it so fast this time?" Song Pingqing was a little surprised.

"After all, it's about making money." Zhao Lei said frankly, "No matter how lazy you are, you still need money to live."

That's true. After all, who can resist money?

Song Pingqing nodded: "They have invited me, so I'll go and have a look during the holidays."

Bring back some new styles.

Zhao Lei flipped through the small notebook in front of him and said, "By the way, Ms. Yan asked me about some things in your logistics company some time ago. She is quite interested in the management model of logistics items."

"When?" Song Pingqing felt a little surprised.

Yan Que has always been more interested in virtual industries such as games, so why did he suddenly ask about the logistics management model?

Could it be that he was stimulated by the earthquake like me and started to pay attention to industry?