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

It's a pity that Murong Xue, a young man who has just come to his senses, may be excellent in other fields, but he cannot surpass Song Pingqing, an old fox of his level in this aspect.

Song Pingqing would not fall for any verbal blackmail, whether soft or hard.

Facing Murong Xue's provocation and provocation, Song Pingqing did not give in. He directly pulled her hand up, put it to his mouth and kissed it, and raised his chin slightly: "Yes, I can't cooperate with this matter."

"why?"

Murong Xue was dissatisfied and on the verge of exploding with anger. She glared at Song Pingqing, insisting that she give a reasonable explanation.

Song Pingqing slid down, moved closer to Murongxue, and deliberately whispered in her ear: "Dear, you haven't given me a name yet."

After saying that, seeing Murong Xue's earlobe that was so red that it was almost dripping with blood, Song Pingqing let out a low laugh.

These words were modified by Murong Xue when she was drunk.

The warm breath and slight shaking brought by the low laugh made Murong Xue even more stiff and embarrassed.

Song Pingqing: If I were a little more malicious, I should have said, "My dear, you haven't allowed me to love you yet." I don't know if Murong Xue can remember what she said when she was drunk.

Song Pingqing reached out and peeled away the hair that was scattered around Murong Xue's ear, and successfully saw an entire red ear.

Thinking of the news that Murong Xue had accidentally revealed before about her "secret crush", Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Oh my, no wonder I always liked to let my hair down in the past few years. It turns out it was to prevent my ears from betraying my teammates.

Murong Xue was embarrassed and annoyed. When she was pressed to the limit, she began to speak like a domineering CEO: "Are you asking for status from me?"

Song Pingqing poked her forehead with his fingertips: "What do you think?"

Then he deliberately changed his tone to a slightly aggrieved one: "Do you want me to follow you in such an 'unclear' way?"

Murong Xue: ...Really, I almost believed that you were really wronged.

However, after hearing such a statement, Murong Xue still got furious and grabbed Song Pingqing's hand to stop her from poking her head. At the same time, her tone was already a bit more ferocious and non-threatening:

"Who asked you to follow me 'for no apparent reason'?"

Murong Xue: It’s time to put this confession on the agenda, but...

"I'm sure my dad will agree." Murong Xue looked at her, "But are you sure your family will agree?"

Song Pingqing was slightly stunned: ...It's broken.

Forget about Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei.

There is no way. After all, the appearance rate of these two in their lives is indeed not as high as that of Mr. Murong.

Looking at Song Pingqing's expression, Murong Xue knew that she had completely forgotten about this.

"You still care about your family a lot. You should communicate with them about this matter as soon as possible." Murong Xue crawled out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Song Pingqing was distracted and didn't even hold her back.

I watched the person in my arms run away.

"I'll have someone check something." Murong Xue turned her back to Song Pingqing, changed her bathrobe into casual clothes with elegant colors, and turned to look at her still lying on the bed. "You don't have to lie there all the time. This is a good opportunity. Go and dig out the person you want to dig out."

Song Pingqing: Why is it so difficult to get any benefit from Murong Xue when you are close to her?

So Song Pingqing also got up, and did not forget to show off his figure in front of Murong Xue, and jumped before Murong Xue wanted to make a move.

Murong Xue: ...I finally understand why the villains in some novels like to rob and plunder.

If Song Pingqing came a few more times, Murong Xue might be forced to become a villain.

"Playing with fire?" Murong Xue reached out and gently pinched her.

"No." Song Pingqing made a very cool move, "I call this..."

Murong Xue didn't want to listen to her nonsense, so she pushed Song Pingqing, who had already changed his clothes, out the door and said, "Go and do your thing."

Song Pingqing stood outside the door with a confused look on his face.

Just now...she was kicked out by Murong Xue just like that?

While in a daze, Murong Xue opened the door again and stuffed her cell phone out through the crack in the door.

"I forgot to take my cell phone."

Song Pingqing: ...I just didn't let anyone touch my abdominal muscles? Why is it like I committed an unforgivable crime?

The bodyguard standing at the door of the room asked softly, "Miss Song, do you need a car prepared for you?"

Why prepare a car? He wanted to do something in the house that was not suitable for Song Pingqing to interfere, so he sent her out.

"No need." Song Pingqing sighed, turned around and went downstairs resignedly, "I'll just sit in the lobby for a while."

By the way, talk to Zheng Jiu.

Party B, you were born to work.

The two bodyguards looked at each other and said, "Okay, I'll arrange a bodyguard for you now."

Zheng Jiuben lived here, and he ran away quickly when he heard Song Pingqing's call.

Song Pingqing chose a seat where she could directly see the sign-in area, so that she could see the people coming and going to sign in as long as they had purple arrows.

When Zheng Jiu hurried down, Song Pingqing had already ordered two cups of coffee and was waiting.

One of the accompanying bodyguards stood beside her, and Song Pingqing didn't know where the other one was, but he found a place that could protect her.

Zheng Jiu greeted him and sat down. He took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it to Song Pingqing: "I prepared it for you."

"What?" Song Pingqing was slightly surprised, but still reached out to take it and flipped through it casually.

This sight makes people feel refreshed.

"Wow!" Song Pingqing sat up straight.

Zheng Jiu's notebook records some very interesting things.

The names of nine people are listed, including the time they graduated from Baihua College, the major they studied or the industry they are currently engaged in, the purpose of coming here, and what kind of projects they have waiting for investment.

Compared with the hundreds of people present yesterday, these nine people are really not enough, but fortunately most of the projects listed later are within Song Pingqing's interests.

Song Pingqing flipped through the book, tapping his fingertips lightly on the small notebook.

When Zheng Jiu saw Song Pingqing's reaction, he knew that the gift he gave had caught Song Pingqing's eye. He then picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and relaxed a little.

Seeing Song Pingqing looking up at him, Zheng Jiu immediately said, "Hey, I guarantee that my brother from Party B will pass the test."

"Yes, you are quite perceptive." Song Pingqing put down the notebook. "Why are you so anxious to provide me with information? What do you want?"

She would never think that Zheng Jiu was doing good things in vain.

"I am also a young man, and I want to find a place to prove myself."

As an old classmate and former class leader, Zheng Jiu naturally knew Song Pingqing's character, so he didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "I just hope that when you have a project you're interested in and are ready to invest in, you can help me."

"It doesn't matter how much I earn, the main thing is to prove my ability to my family."

Zheng Jiu: After so many years of preparation, it is finally my turn to pay homage to the leader.