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

When Song Pingqing and Song Wen arrived, some of the specially invited guests had already arrived.

Although Song Pingqing is young, he is two centimeters taller than Song Wen, but his cheeks still look very tender.

When Song Dashan saw the two tufts of red hair from afar, he knew it was his daughter, and he immediately shouted, "Daughter!"

Song Pingqing: ...This is a suffocating feeling that makes me desperate.

Song Pingqing: I really don’t know who is more rebellious, me or my dad.

Song Wen smiled and called Song Dashan "Third Uncle". This was the identity that had been arranged long ago. Song Dashan knew who it was as soon as he heard it and greeted him warmly.

Song Pingqing did not gather with other children of his age to discuss car models and games, nor did he play the board games prepared by Song Dashan in advance.

She whispered to Song Wen: "I'll introduce you to a few people later."

Unlike her peers present, Song Pingqing was actually able to sit at the table and speak thanks to the various shares in her hands, the fact that she was Murong Xue's study partner, and the identity of the future adopted daughter that was implicitly recognized by President Murong Ba.

Song Pingqing had basically met everyone here, especially those with good family background and status, at banquets organized by the Murong or Gu families.

So he took Song Wen there and introduced her to several ladies and gentlemen who might be able to help her career.

Ribbon-cutting ceremonies are also social occasions, and such introductions are common.

In fact, most of these people look down on Song Wen's identity as an actor. Not to mention Song Wen's grassroots background, even someone like Wu Qiming, who has a good family background, would occasionally be muttered to when he appeared in these social occasions.

But in order to get the benefits they want, people always have to be thick-skinned.

Song Pingqing has been in the limelight recently.

Whether it was the previous excellent marketing or the recent acquisition of Xingyao Group, her name was indispensable, so everyone was willing to give a little face to the people she brought in.

In addition, some of the ladies had indeed watched The Legend of Empress Zhen, and Song Wen's image of the little foodie Chun'er was really likable, so they did chat with Song Wen a little, but not so enthusiastically.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not warm, as long as you can strike up a conversation.

While they were talking, Zhao Lei walked up to Song Pingqing and leaned over to say, "He...'s car has already entered the courtyard."

Song Pingqing nodded, pretending nothing happened and said to Song Wen: "Sister, I'm going to the bathroom first."

If you want to punish someone, you must give them a chance to make mistakes.

Everyone knows how to conduct fishing expeditions.

I went to the bathroom on purpose, stayed there for two more minutes, sent a text message, and then Song Pingqing came out.

He Wushou had indeed walked in front of Song Wen.

As for Song Wen, he was worried that his bad reputation would be spread due to gossip, so he had already distanced himself from the crowd.

Song Pingqing subconsciously glanced at the surveillance camera above her head.

This sister really knows how to choose a place, the surveillance camera is silent.

It seemed that He Wushou had said something and was trying to make a move on Song Wen.

Seeing that she was about to succeed, Song Pingqing ran over quickly. It seemed that she was hugging Song Wen and acting like a spoiled child, but in fact, she was keeping some distance away from He Wushou:

"Sister~ I'm back, who is this grandpa?"

She knew how to annoy people. He Wushou was over fifty years old, and because of years of indulgence, he looked two points older. Song Pingqing's address of "grandfather" seemed to be a disadvantage, but in fact it made this man so angry that he almost smoked.

He Wushou's face turned dark at that moment.

Children speak without restraint. Can you really argue with a twelve-year-old child about this?

Song Pingqing had never met He Wushou before, so He Wushou certainly would not have thought that the two red-haired girls in front of him would be Murong's study companions. He thought she was just an ordinary child brought by Song Wen.

"Wenwen, your brother is quite cute." He Wushou gritted his teeth, "I wonder where he is studying?"

Song Wen found this really disgusting, and before she could say anything, Song Pingqing pulled her behind him.

"Grandpa, your eyesight is not good, I am a girl." Song Pingqing's smile is very signature, "I study in Baihua Academy."

Song Pingqing deliberately emphasized the four words "Baihua College".

He Wushou was originally horny, with his eyes and mind completely on Song Wen. But when he heard the kid in front of him emphasize word by word that he was studying at Baihua College, he really took Song Pingqing seriously.

After all, that place is not something a little star like Song Wen can afford.

Although she was only twelve years old, the look in her eyes when she looked at him was extremely fierce, as if she wanted to cut him with a knife.

Such a look made He Wushou slightly suspicious, as if there was some irreconcilable hatred between him and this twelve-year-old child. No, more importantly, such a look should not appear on an ordinary child.

So He Wushou stretched out his hand: "Hehan Group, He Wushou."

This was a test to see if Song Pingqing knew his identity.

Song Pingqing had no intention of shaking hands with him at all, and said lightly: "Xingyao Group shareholder, Hengtong Logistics Group, Song Pingqing."

Although she doesn't have physical cleanliness, she has a strong psychological cleanliness.

He Wushou's face had already darkened when he saw that Song Pingqing didn't give him the face to shake hands. When he heard her reveal her identity, which seemed to be fearless, his face became even darker.

"The young are to be feared; a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." He Wushou's eyes swept over Song Wen, not knowing whether he was talking to Song Wen or Song Pingqing.

"You're nothing but a tiger. You're more like a sick cat."

Song Pingqing directly approached He Wushou's face and opened his mouth. He Wushou's face immediately turned bad. He pointed at Song Pingqing and said, "You...what did you say?"

"I said you are a sick cat, and you have kidney disease, Mr. He."

"You're buried up to your neck in the dirt, and you still have the nerve to think about my sister?"

"It's fine if you don't have a wife or a daughter, but do you even have a mother?"

"Oh, considering your age, your mother is indeed gone."

This curse is too harsh.

He Wushou held it in for a long time before finally saying, "Do you really think that your Song family is so powerful that no one can take care of it?"

"It's so funny. How could anyone in this world think that I rely on the Song family?"

Song Pingqing said nonchalantly, "Listen carefully, you old man. I am a damsel in distress. I rely on my father and the support of the people. I am not afraid of you."

Boss Murong: Godfather is also father, and father is like a mountain.

Song Dashan:?

"Oh, I remember you also made your fortune in the stock market, right?"

"I am a humble person, but my teacher is Dongfang Wubai. Yes, the same Dongfang Wubai who made you lose 200 million in three days."

"Although I haven't studied for a long time, I have achieved a lot. At worst, I can ask Murong Xue to borrow a few hundred million. Anyway, I am young and can afford it. I will fight against you and see who dies first."

"If you have a brain problem, go see a doctor. If you have a heart problem, go see a doctor. Don't accuse me of being disrespectful to the elderly. It's because you are a disrespectful jerk."

Song Wen was stunned after hearing this, feeling that it was absurd that this world was so crazy.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today on behalf of your father!" He Wushou was furious and raised his hand to hit someone.

Ding—your personal bodyguard Zhao Lei suddenly appears.

Zhao Lei jumped out from nowhere and controlled the old pervert with one hand: "Mr. He, please respect yourself."

Song Pingqing stood behind Zhao Lei and made a vague expression.

Stupid X, your grandma not only has a good mouth, but also has bad legs.

No matter how I deal with you later, just curse you to your heart's content first.