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

The atmosphere here is full of singing, dancing and drinking.

In another place, the atmosphere was filled with anger, sharpness and tension.

"You didn't bring the person out?!" The leading woman spoke in a sharp voice, with a strong sense of fear in her eyes and voice, her pupils dilated, and her hands and feet cold.

The other people in the room seemed unaware of her fear.

"Isn't it just that we failed to bring the person out?" The lazy rich playboy turned the ring on the car key and said perfunctorily to comfort her.

"It's just one less time to mess with her, why are you so nervous?"

"You don't understand. You don't understand."

The woman in red dress who was in the lead was the one who humiliated Shang Qingyun in public at the hotel entrance that day.

She is also involved with Shang Qingyun's ex-fiance and has become a little follower with some exposure in the entertainment industry.

This kind of betrayal is the most hurtful. Because the little followers have been following their former bosses closely for many years, they naturally know many secrets of their former bosses.

Once someone intends to do evil, the consequences will be more severe and brutal than ordinary assassinations.

She walked back and forth in the house, her high heels tapping against the floor, making a "tapping" sound, which made people feel strangely irritated for no reason.

"I've already promised them. I've already promised them."

In a state of extreme fear, the woman in the red dress actually broke off her thumb nail.

Her condition obviously affected others as well.

The two tall and strong men looked impatient: "We don't care what happened to you on the road. When the time comes and we can't see you anymore, you go and explain it to the master yourself."

"It's all Song Pingqing's fault!" The woman in the red dress spoke sharply, her eyes were fierce and her tone was full of resentment.

The last time she humiliated Shang Qingyun, Song Pingqing suddenly appeared, and the system had already warned her about her wanton absorption of luck.

This time, it directly cut off her big business with the system and another being she could not afford to offend. There was no one she could afford to offend.

All I can say is that Song Pingqing cannot avoid being involved in this cause and effect just because he doesn't want to.

Everyone's mind is focused on violence and gains and losses. Although they are all human beings, they display the hideous and hideous look of evil spirits.

No one noticed that at some point, dense smoke appeared and flowed into the room through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Bai Mao and Wen Zhuo knew what was happening here, but Song Pingqing knew nothing about it.

After seeing the bodyguards sent by Wu Lide take Shang Qingyun away to the hospital, she and Murong Xue left the noisy place together.

After leaving the box, the surroundings suddenly returned to calm. Song Pingqing took a deep breath and rubbed his ears with both hands: "It's so noisy."

"There's no place like this that's not noisy." Murong Xue walked in front and turned to look at her sideways. "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Ok?"

Murong Xue wants to take the initiative to exercise? This is really a rare good thing.

"Aunt Shen told me about a few places that open after 9pm and are very busy. I want to go and take a look."

This is most likely another place Shen Wushuang found to reminisce about his youth?

But it doesn’t matter.

Song Pingqing pretended to stagger twice and deliberately said: "Oh, but I'm drunk, what should I do?"

Murong Xue stared at her.

(￢_￢)

Song Pingqing deliberately swayed twice more, holding his forehead with one hand: "Oh no, oh no, I can't even walk steadily."

Murong Xue couldn't stand it any longer, so she reached out and pinched Song Pingqing's face: "I say! Can you pretend to be even less like him?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

Song Pingqing lowered the hand that was supporting his forehead, and took Murongxue's hand, interlocking their fingers: "Well... since you took the initiative to hold my hand, let's go and take a look together."

Murong Xue widened her eyes in disbelief.

This person is so shameless...Oh no, this person is so shameless.

But my steps still followed involuntarily.

While some people are searching for memories of the past, others are constantly creating new stories together.

You can still occasionally copy the "homework" that Shen Wushuang and Li Tieniu wrote back then.

The weather in Vancouver has been a bit dry recently. The leaves of the tall sycamore and camphor trees on the roadside don't look too different, but the leaves of the small plants in the green belts have wilted, drooping weakly, and starting to curl and turn yellow.

The places Shen Wushuang mentioned are actually a well-known night market in Vancouver.

This night market was just in its infancy when she was young. She even set up a stall here and sold some clothes, shoes and socks from the south.

Over the years, several other night markets that were also developing at the time have undergone more or less changes due to demolition. Only this place has been preserved because it has never been affected by the express train of demolition.

On such a hot night, Murong Xue was sweating all over her back after getting off the car and walking just a few steps.

Song Pingqing picked and chose, and chose a stall selling Suzhou-style mung bean water that was very clean from the clothes to the dining cart, and bought a cup of mung bean water.

The clear, iced mung bean water quickly formed a circle of moist water droplets on the outer edge of the plastic cup. After taking a sip, the refreshing aroma of mint mixed with glutinous rice and mung beans rushed straight into the mouth.

It immediately dispelled the faint smell of alcohol on Song Pingqing's body.

Zhang Ma used to make this kind of mung bean water often, but unexpectedly there was a master among the people who made it. A cup of mung bean water bought from the roadside tastes much better than the one Zhang Ma makes.

After the two of them shared a cup, Murong Xue's reluctant eyes moved around the cup for a while longer, and she quickly looked at Song Pingqing: "Buy another cup."

Looking at Baba's expression, Meiqiu must have learned how to act like a spoiled child from her.

Now that we are here, how can we let the children down?

Song Pingqing took out two dollars in change from his wallet, bought another cup and handed it to her.

Because tips are required when staying here, Song Pingqing always carries more than twenty hundred-dollar bills with him, and exchanges them for change with the bodyguards around him before coming to the night market.

Murong Xue succeeded in her coquettishness, and very satisfiedly held the mung bean water to Song Pingqing's mouth: "You should drink some too."

No one can match this treatment. If President Murong Ba saw it, he would probably be very jealous.

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, who was taking care of him for a rare occasion, and reached out to rub her head.

The sirens of fire trucks rang through the busy streets, and the "wow wow wow" sounds went straight into the ears of the people passing by.

"Is there a fire somewhere? The weather is so dry." Song Pingqing was attracted by the voice for a moment.

Murong Xue didn't care about other people's affairs. She pushed the straw of mung bean water towards Song Pingqing's lips, and her tone was a little more urgent: "Drink it quickly."

If Song Pingqing didn't take a sip first, how could she have the nerve to take the rest of the cup alone?