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

Chapter 657 Seeing an Old Friend Again

By the time the last scoop of ice cream was eaten, the ground was a mess.

The fragrance of lemon plums diffused between their lips and teeth. If they put aside those wonderful joys, the only word that could come to Murong Xue's mind was "absurd".

"Why are there still more?!"

"You packed it in the suitcase yourself. You can't bring it here for nothing, right?"

"No, I didn't pretend this, you pretended this."

"Rake it down?"

"you are annoying."

Perhaps because the scene was too ambiguous and confusing, for a long time afterwards, whenever Murong Xue saw something like ice cream, the scene at that time would involuntarily emerge in her mind.

Eating alone?

I'm afraid it won't happen again.

Such "punishment" is really a lesson for people.

Wen Zhuo's marriage was not in vain. Because of his stepmother's unreliable behavior at the engagement party, Wen's father seemed to be a little dissatisfied with this "little wife" and thought that she was not capable of taking on the responsibility.

Although this dissatisfaction is only temporary and can be blown away by a few pillow talks, it is still a good opportunity for Wen Zhuo.

No matter how much Wen's father loved this youngest son who suddenly appeared in his middle age, his eyes inevitably fell on his eldest son Wen Zhuo again.

Taking this opportunity, several cousins ​​in the family strongly instilled in Wen's father the idea that "once you're engaged you're an adult."

At first, he could pretend not to hear his father, but after a while, he couldn't help but become weary - after all, he was his eldest son.

So before the summer vacation was over, Wen Zhuo already had the first core industry of the family under his name.

The matter was done in secret, and by the time Song Pingqing and Murong Xue received the news, the equity change of the Wen company had been completed.

After hearing the news, Song Pingqing took out his phone and sent a message to Wen Zhuo to congratulate him. He then said to Murong Xue, "Children's conflicts are mostly due to the lack of moral integrity of the elders. The Wen family will have a lot of troubles in the future."

However, after going through many trials and tribulations of infinite flow games, Wen Zhuo has finally gained a firm foothold and will only get better and better in the future.

After experiencing life and death tests again and again, Wen Zhuo finally let it go.

It is destined that there is no family affection.

Rare friendship is more than just icing on the cake.

When his eyes are no longer fixed on the family affections that he can never obtain, and he lets go of his indecision, there will be a new world for him to roam freely.

The heart has already gotten out of the predicament, and it is only a matter of time before the action follows.

"People choose their own destiny."

Murong Xue was feeding biscuits to Meiqiu, and her emotions were not affected by these things:

“Although accidents are not under people’s subjective control, the attitude and response to difficulties are the result of careful consideration.”

Song Pingqing stared at her movements and felt that something seemed wrong. After a moment, he suddenly said, "The biscuits you fed to Meiqiu look a little familiar."

"Yes, you baked it yesterday." Murong Xue admitted.

Song Pingqing instantly jumped up from the chaise longue: "You used the cookies I made for you to feed the coal briquettes???"

"..." Murong Xue felt guilty for only three seconds before she became confident again, "Whole wheat without sugar tastes too bad!"

Song Pingqing took a deep breath and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Don't bother with her, don't bother with her, she is still young.

After a busy summer vacation, when school started again, Song Pingqing chose to take sophomore and junior courses at the same time, in an effort to graduate a year earlier.

The major she chose was not that difficult for her; it was just a way to relax in her spare time.

The workload after the establishment of Kechengfeng Group far exceeded Song Pingqing's imagination.

The current market momentum is good, and various businesses are waiting for her to develop, and various projects are waiting for her to invest.

Song Pingqing had to make new plans so that he could finish his studies early and devote himself to his work.

As for internships related to your major, that’s really not a big problem.

Whether opening a high-end jewelry company or a trendy brand studio, it is just a very easy thing for Song Pingqing today.

If it really doesn't work, you can go to Wei Ni and register your name there.

Knowing that Song Pingqing had already submitted the application, Murong Xue couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, you are the only one who is in a hurry."

Her professional courses are almost twice as many as Song Pingqing's. It is impossible for her to take care of both the company and school at the same time, so she can only continue according to the original plan.

"Oh." Song Pingqing kissed her cheek again and again, "I graduated only one year earlier than you. When you are a junior, I can still take you to school every day."

After hearing her say this, the displeasure on Murong Xue's brows slowly eased away.

Song Pingqing's application was treated as a special case and was quickly approved, allowing him to enter a new stage of study.

But this year she also has to participate in the school's innovation and entrepreneurship competition.

Not the contestants, but the judges.

Murong Xue, Gu Zongnan and Wen Zhuo will also attend.

This is a good time to discover projects and train new talents, and of course no one will miss it.

You have to go even if you don’t have classes, and you have to go even if you have to take leave.

If there is no work, go. If there is work, go if you can do the work on site.

And it was in the midst of this busy process that they met an old friend again.

Perhaps it was because Futong’s campus was too large and there were too many majors, so they spent a year in the school and had no idea that Xie Jianguo was also in the school.

This real young master who was "driven out of the house" by the Xie family, after receiving brief help from everyone, finally returned to their sight with his own efforts.

Song Pingqing was the mastermind behind the "bad idea".

Gu Zongnan was the executor of the "bad idea" at the time.

As for Murong Xue...although she didn't have any special feelings about such things, she was deeply impressed by Xie Jianguo's efforts back then.

After all, that was the first time Murong Xue came into close contact with someone who worked almost like a madman.

Song Pingqing once jokingly called him the "Liver Emperor".

When they saw Xie Jianguo, who had grown up like them, walk up to the podium in a well-fitting suit and begin to explain his project, the three of them straightened their backs at the same time.

Wen Zhuo looked at the people on the stage, at the information in his hand, his eyes wandering back and forth, he couldn't understand why they were so excited.

For this biosensor brain-computer interface project?

Before Wen Zhuo could figure out what was going on, Song Pingqing was the first to speak up: "This project must belong to us."

No one understands better than her what it means when half of a team is made up of purple arrows.

"No?? You're starting to snatch it now???" Wen Zhuo looked at the information in front of Song Pingqing, "You haven't even opened their project book yet!"

Gu Zongnian let out a long hiss: "I want 20%. Gu Technology can help."

Wen Zhuo was even more confused.

Murongxue thought for a moment and said, "Wanmu Commercial will not invest in such a project, but Wanmu Medical can."

This is the first time she has put Wanmu Medical in the open.

Murongxue took Song Pingqing's hand, playing with Song Pingqing's fingers one by one, and said to Gu Zongnian: "I will set up the bureau, and you can only take 15% at most."

Gu Zongnan: ...You two really work in perfect harmony!

One is responsible for "robbery" and the other is responsible for "dividing the spoils".