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

Although there were more than twenty alumni in the box and eight waiters who came to liven up the atmosphere, the area of ​​nearly 200 square meters was divided very reasonably, so there was still ample space for activities.

In this situation, there are actually people who come to disturb my peace and quiet?

Song Pingqing turned his head to look over and was slightly startled.

Isn’t that the vice president of Shang Group and the eldest daughter of the Shang family, Shang Qingyun, who was blocked and ridiculed at the entrance of the hotel lobby a few days ago?

In recent years, these stories about the Shang family have been widely circulated in the circle. Some people keep their distance from them, while others take advantage of their misfortunes.

The former little follower has now become a rising star in the entertainment industry with good traffic. Her fiancé even broke off the engagement and got involved with this little follower.

All the people who were full of kindness in front of her in the past gradually revealed their other faces. Ms. Shang is only 25 years old now, but she has gradually seen through many people through the changes in these years.

Although now is not the right time to contact the Shang family as Wen Zhuo said, this does not prevent Song Pingqing from observing Shang Qingyun.

Shang Qingyun was in the crowd just now, so the waiter had no reason to embarrass her, but many times some excessive punishment games would stop with her.

It was Song Pingqing who thought it was too vulgar, so he stopped it and switched to other projects.

But even if he changed to other projects, Shang Qingyun still lost more than he won.

Perhaps because he drank too much, the delicate makeup on Shang Qingyun's face was a little smudged, his cheeks were abnormally red, the strands of hair by his ears were wet with sweat and stuck to his face, and there was a lot of confusion in his eyes.

Song Pingqing had a feeling that something was wrong.

Before he could see what was going on, another woman came over impatiently and reached out to pull Shang Qingyun, who was slumped on the sofa.

Song Pingqing keenly captured the malice in her behavior.

Even though he knew that this was not a good time for him to get involved in the Shang family's affairs, Song Pingqing still followed his instinct and spoke:

"She's drunk. Let her rest here for a while."

Shang Qingyun moved, and seemed to be slightly leaning towards Song Pingqing, but it was not very obvious.

The woman's movements froze for a moment, as if she had not expected that the person paying the bill would stand up for Shang Qingyun so abruptly at this time.

Although Song Pingqing was the one who paid the bill, she was relatively easy-going throughout the game, which invisibly made people less aware of her aggressiveness.

The person who was about to do something bad was caught by Song Pingqing, but seeing that she was young and didn't look special at first glance, he boldly continued: "I am her friend, and I am going to take her back to the hotel to rest."

After saying that, he was going to help Shang Qingyun again.

“People who do bad things always think they are hiding well, but in fact they are full of flaws.”

Song Pingqing said this so abruptly, pretending to be nonchalant, raised his right hand and pointed at the surveillance camera in the box.

The man suddenly stopped moving: "What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing." Song Pingqing didn't smile, but just stared at her expressionlessly.

"I just want to say that the surveillance is of good quality. It seems to be the same type as the one used in Wanmu Cinema. Even in the darkest environment, it can capture everyone's movements clearly."

Not a single sentence mentioned Shang Qingyun. He only stated the facts without getting involved in cause and effect.

After Song Pingqing finished speaking, he raised his glass and took a sip. The fresh and sour fragrance of lime first bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and then the coolness of mint spread along his throat.

"I have no right to interfere with the grudges between you. But there must be no problems in the places where I stay."

Song Pingqing glanced at her nonchalantly, with a look of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

The nobility and sense of oppression that he had developed throughout his life as a result of being raised by the Murong family were fully displayed at this moment.

Song Pingqing's implication was clear: I don't know who is behind you or what they want to do. But you have already shown your face in front of me. If there is any problem, regardless of what they do, you will definitely not be able to escape.

The villain fears power but not virtue, so Song Pingqing's trick really works.

There is no sympathy or reason at all, only talk about pros and cons and threats.

The man subconsciously took a step back under her gaze: "Ming, I understand."

"Get out." Song Pingqing drove the man away directly.

Amid the farce, not many people paid attention to this corner. Zheng Jiu, who was always paying attention to Song Pingqing's needs, was one of them, and there were also a few waiters who paid attention to the atmosphere in the venue.

Then there was Shang Qingyun, who was lying on the sofa, unable to recover.

Song Pingqing called Wu Lide directly: "Call two people over, and bring an extra female bodyguard. Someone is drunk on my field. Don't let her get into trouble."

This was the first sentence Murong Xue heard when she came over.

"Our Director Song has a strong desire for control now. He has to control people who drink too much at the bar." Murong Xue said in a sly tone, while reaching out to Song Pingqing, "I'm here to pick you up."

Song Pingqing didn't stand up. He put the wine glass aside and pulled Murong Xue into his arms: "You came earlier than expected."

"I'll come to see you when I'm done with my work." Murong Xue sat down on Song Pingqing's lap.

"It's too light. You still need to exercise more."

Murong Xue's gaze fell on Shang Qingyun next to Song Pingqing. The two of them were actually sitting very close to each other, otherwise Murong Xue would not have sat on Song Pingqing's lap.

But this is not what Murong Xue cares about.

After her eyes moved around Shang Qingyun, Murong Xue's eyebrows moved slightly, as if she had figured out Shang Qingyun's identity. She looked straight at Song Pingqing, clearly asking for an explanation.

Song Pingqing exhaled lightly: "I'll tell you when we get back. Stay here with me for a while."

Song Pingqing has found sufficient reasons to help Shang Qingyun, and it is highly likely that he will not be affected by the karma of the Shang family.

In this case, it would be better to stay a little longer and watch the people sent by Wu Lide take Shang Qingyun away.

Ten minutes won't make a difference.

A dark light flashed in Murong Xue's eyes. When her gaze turned to Shang Qingyun, she also found something unusual.

She did not have as strong empathy as Song Pingqing. When she saw such a scene, her first reaction was not how pitiful this person was, but that someone dared to cause trouble at an event hosted by Song Pingqing.

Murong Xue didn't dwell on it too much and just kept the grudge silently.

Then Murong Xue gave Song Pingqing a reassuring look and put her arm around her neck: "The wine you just drank was quite fragrant. Do you have any more? Let me have a taste too."

At such a close distance, Murong Xue could clearly smell the lingering scent of lemon and mint on Song Pingqing, as well as the faint classic aroma of tequila.

"Okay." Song Pingqing picked up the wine on the table that had never left his sight, and brought the cup directly to Murong Xue's lips, "Drink a little, just taste it."

This is because he dislikes Murong Xue's poor alcohol tolerance.