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

Song Pingqing was not surprised that what Baimao said was still related to cause and effect.

There was no way. No matter what standpoint she came from, no matter what reasons she used to convince herself that "this might reduce the risk of contamination", the course of events was ultimately greatly deviated by her words and deeds.

It is normal to be affected by cause and effect.

But some things have nothing to do with courage or not, it’s mainly because of one’s conscience.

When I got up this morning, Wu Lide had already sent me a message saying that Shang Qingyun was not drunk, but had been drugged without his knowledge.

But even if he wasn't drugged and was just drunk, so what?

After all, everyone knows more or less what it means when a woman gets drunk and is taken away by someone who has bad intentions towards her.

Song Pingqing really didn't want to be involved in other people's karma for no reason, but if she wanted to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear just based on the word "cause and effect", turning her into a numb spectator, indifferent to everything that happened, the fruit that would have a heavier impact on Song Pingqing's heart might be even heavier.

Instead of becoming the person you least want to be, it is better to simply accept this cause and effect.

Song Pingqing quickly replied to Wen Zhuo with a [1], and then went to reply to Bai Mao's message.

[I didn't intend to get involved, but I couldn't bear to see it happen.]

After thinking for a while, Song Pingqing added another question to the end of this message: [So do I need to avoid something recently? ]

Wen Zhuo didn't reply, but Baimao replied quickly: [That's not necessary. ]

This reply surprised Song Pingqing: [What? Am I a god? I don't have to avoid these things like before? ]

[It’s a nice thought. ]

Baimao likes to send messages in batches and send several messages in a row.

[You want to protect others, and of course there are people who want to protect you. ]

Seeing the second message from Baimao, Song Pingqing was stunned for a moment, and replied after a moment of confusion: [Is it Xiuxiu? ]

At the same time as she sent the message, Baimao's third message came in: [After all, you are not the only one who came with the merits of another world. ]

The case is solved. Who else could this be but Xiuxiu?

【Oh, it seems you are not stupid. 】

Seeing Murong Xue coming back from not far away with a tray of food, Song Pingqing muted his phone.

No matter what message Baimao sends, the person in front of me is more important.

"Didn't you say you wanted to come to the cafeteria for breakfast? Why don't you go get something to eat?" Seeing that she was still standing there, Murong Xue sat down on her own, "What are you daydreaming about here?"

"I saw the message from the bodyguard. Shang Qingyun was not drunk yesterday, but drugged."

Song Pingqing told Murong Xue the news that he hadn't had time to tell her in the morning: "But fortunately, everything is fine now."

Murong Xue nodded: "Let's eat quickly."

Although he appeared to be unconcerned, he had already decided in his heart to privately investigate what exactly happened.

But in the final analysis, these are other people's business, and you shouldn't let it affect your normal life.

"Did you see the potato cakes when you were picking up something just now?" Song Pingqing asked casually.

Murong Xue immediately stretched out her hand and pointed her in a direction: "Over there."

Song Pingqing did not go to the hospital to see Shang Qingyun as she had other things to do.

Zheng Yuan called her shortly after breakfast and told her that the paint had passed the test and that he was going to acquire and relocate Qian Cheng's factory.

The workers woke up one day and were collectively recruited because their boss was so awesome, and they got a stable job.

This was a good thing, and Song Pingqing felt extremely happy just thinking about it.

Even pie falling from the sky is not as good as this.

"It's our turn to take over next. It just so happens that you are holding an alumni meeting recently, and it's very noisy and suitable to pick up people."

"Yes." Song Pingqing agreed, and suddenly asked Zheng Yuan another question, "Do you know if there are any policies that will be released soon in the photovoltaic market?"

This made Zheng Yuan on the other end of the phone silent for three seconds: "I really don't know."

It's not just because of confidentiality. After all, she is responsible for security, and it's normal that she doesn't know much about this aspect of the market.

But Zheng Yuan still showed his sincerity: "I'll go ask now. You wait for my news."

What did they ask? First, whether there were any policies that would be released in the photovoltaic market, and second, if there were any, whether this news could be disclosed to Song Pingqing.

Of course, judging from the second half of her sentence, "Wait for my news," the answer to the second question is most likely yes.

Zheng Yuan and Bai Mao's calls were the few times that Song Pingqing had to answer without Murong Xue's knowledge.

After hanging up, I looked at the messages sent by Baimao.

Although Baimao did not clearly state the date of the transaction, it was true that Xiuxiu used up her remaining merits to make a deal with Baimao, in exchange for the fact that the two sisters would not suffer backlash when they interfered with the cause and effect of others.

[Her situation is different from yours. She signed an agreement in her previous life. Although people have passed away, new merits will continue to be generated.]

What kind of agreement would achieve this result?

It's nothing more than body donation, cadaver teacher.

Song Pingqing let out a long sigh and then stopped caring about it.

Are you moved? Of course I am.

But Xiuxiu didn't tell him actively, which meant that she didn't want Song Pingqing to bear such a psychological burden, so Song Pingqing could only pretend not to know.

Walking out of the bedroom, Song Pingqing couldn't help but smile with relief when he saw Murong Xue working with her back to the window while sunbathing.

This world is indeed a huge cycle.

That year, Song Pingqing was worried that Murong Xue was too young to bear such a psychological burden, so he did not mention a word about the price of changing Murong Xue's fate.

Now, there are people who treat me like this.

It was hard for Murong Xue to ignore her gentle gaze, and she quickly looked up from her work: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song Pingqing walked over and hugged Murong Xue, who was warmed by the sun, from behind. "I was thinking about the band last night."

"Xiu Xiu wants to enter Baihua College, but her resume is still too thin."

"It might be more effective if she could plan a talent show to enrich her resume."

After all, there are less than forty days left before the resume of Baihua College is submitted. Although such a short time is not enough to implement the program, it is enough to establish the project, come up with a plan, and shoot some basic materials.

This is also based on the method used by President Murong back then.

"You decide for yourself about this matter."

Murong Xue leaned back slightly, her back completely pressed against Song Pingqing's arms, her hand resting on Song Pingqing's arm that was around her: "I still support appropriate support between family members."

The subtext is: as long as you don't raise a tiger to cause trouble.

"Yeah." Song Pingqing kissed her lightly on the cheek.

The sudden fragrance and warmth made Murong Xue's face turn red: "What are you doing, so cheesy so early in the morning?"

"Oh? So that means it's okay at night?" Song Pingqing immediately got aggressive.

The result was that the arm was lightly bitten the next second.

Why are you biting again?!