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

Secretary Li had a complicated expression on his face, which eventually turned into a sentence: "Ms. Song, how could you have such an experience?"

Secretary Li was truly moved. If Song Pingqing hadn't brought it out, the relationship between his father and son would have been in jeopardy in the near future.

Why is it in the near future? Of course, it is because his son is still in his infancy at this moment.

Song Pingqing didn't stop beating Lemon at all, and he said, "I'm so ashamed. When I was a kid in the countryside, I saw a lot of left-behind children, and I also saw a lot of left-behind children who didn't have a good relationship with their parents."

There was another thing Song Pingqing didn't dare to say, which was that some migrant workers have been working like beasts of burden for too long, and when they return home and see their children left behind, their fatherly side suddenly comes up, and they immediately feel that they can also scold people to experience the style of being a leader.

But Song Pingqing couldn't say this at all, for fear that someone would take the opportunity to cause trouble and then the news would reach the ears of President Murong Ba. It was better not to say it.

Although Song Pingqing had no intention of making indirect accusations, and he also felt that Murong Ba would not think too much about it, but being on guard against villains is like breathing, it is always necessary.

In fact, then again, how can Murong Xue not be considered a high-end version of a left-behind child?

It's just that the material life is relatively rich.

Some of the children who stayed in their hometowns in the countryside were cared for by their grandparents, but Murong Xue was surrounded by nannies, bodyguards and followers, and she didn't even have a decent and equal playmate.

If it weren't for Song Pingqing, and Gu Zongnan who automatically came over to her after Song Pingqing convinced people with his martial virtues, then from a spiritual point of view, the eldest lady's spiritual life might be worse than that of left-behind children.

At least when Gu Zongnan got angry, he still dared to argue with Murong Xue. For Murong Xue, it might not be a bad thing to have someone argue with her.

Grandma Song felt sorry for the child and dared not think about it anymore.

So he opened his mouth and put a high hat on Mr. Murong's head: "My godfather is such a smart man, of course he knows what I mean, he won't blame me."

"I am just helping my foster father solve the problem in my own way."

As for the tone? What tone? Isn't Song Pingqing a generous person?

There was absolutely no ulterior motive in her tone.

After Murong Ba hung up the phone, he finally found a chance to change the subject and looked at Murong Xue: "Why did you come to see me?"

"Oh, I just came to tell you that I gave the tennis racket you asked Uncle Li to give me yesterday to Song Pingqing."

Murong Ba always wanted to scold, "Your father specially brought back a gift for you, and you just gave it to someone else?"

But I dare not curse.

After all, he knew very well that Song Pingqing would not release a second interrupting skill in a short period of time.

Song Pingqing: Thank you for the invitation. The interruption skill is on CD.

Murong Ba's eyes were dark: "Do you know how good that racket is?"

Murong Xue: "No matter how good something is, you have to consider who it is for. And I don't like tennis."

"Tennis is a very important social tool." Boss Murong wanted to scold someone again, and it was hard to tell whether he was jealous or angry.

"Then let Song Pingqing go socialize."

Secretary Li knocked on the door at this moment:

"Sir, Miss Song asked why the eldest lady hasn't gone down yet."

The second interruption technique was performed by Secretary Li under the guidance of Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing seemed to be a game plug-in in this world. He could accurately use interrupting skills or command others to use interrupting skills when the big boss Murong Ba read out the reading bar that he shouldn't read.

In the Murong family villa, it was rare that only the big and small bosses and Song Pingqing were at home, so of course the three of them had to sit together and have a family dinner.

The chef in the villa was very good at reading people's expressions, and the dishes that Mr. Murong Ba liked were served one by one.

Song Pingqing looked at the dishes on the table, chuckled, and looked at the waitress with a subtle look.

The waitress had a strong desire to survive: "There is another clay pot chicken that the young lady likes, which is being cooked. It will be ready soon."

Waitress: Lao Deng, you please the gentleman, and let me take the pressure!

Only then did Song Pingqing look away.

Murong Ba looked at Murong Xue and said, "Don't you like eating these now?"

"You liked to eat these before because you had never eaten anything else." Murong Xue stabbed her old father's heart with the calmest tone.

When I was a child living at home, I would eat whatever the chef cooked and what the adults wanted to eat.

Later, as she grew older, with Song Pingqing around, who could cook and would often go to Michelin restaurants to "gather information", Murong Xue's taste was of course different from that of her childhood.

Mr. Murong Ba originally wanted to say that the taste should be lighter, but Murong Xue's words hit his soft spot.

Forget it, she is still young, still a child, let her eat whatever she wants.

Mr. Murong Ba forced himself to comfort himself not to bother with the child, until Murong Xue gave the last piece of cod fillet to Song Pingqing.

Mr. Murong Ba's chopsticks missed their target and stayed in mid-air in a daze.

Song Pingqing, who was concentrating on eating, suddenly felt something was wrong. Looking at the cod fillet in the bowl, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Murong Ba Zong: Who am I? Where am I? Why is someone trying to steal my things?

Murong Xue: I am unhappy with my dad today.

Song Pingqing felt the death gaze from Murong Bazong. On the surface, he smiled brightly and cutely, but inside he was a mess of classic gibberish:

%￥@&%#￥…A hellish workplace encounter occurred.

Known condition 1: This piece of cod fillet was given to her by the eldest lady.

Known condition two: The boss also wants to eat this cod fillet.

Known condition three: This piece of cod fillet was snatched from under the boss's chopsticks by the eldest lady and given to her.

Solve.

Song Pingqing picked up the serving chopsticks, cut the golden cod fillet in half, and put a piece into Murongxue's bowl: "Come, let's share it."

"Ah."

When Murong Xue picked up the half fish fillet and took a bite, Song Pingqing knew that he had passed this stage safely.

President Murong Ba's death gaze and his chopsticks were retracted from the air.

As we all know, when you can't solve a problem on your own, the best way is to muddy the water.

Song Pingqing gave half of the fish fillet to everyone, successfully transforming his daughter's behavior of "elbow sticking out" into "two children sharing the last piece of delicious food."

If two children share food together, there won't be much for you, an adult, to say.

However, President Murong Ba was not going to let it go. He picked up a piece of broccoli with chopsticks and said to Murong Xue nonchalantly, "Where's the tennis racket I gave you yesterday? Let's take a break after dinner and go to the tennis court to practice."

Murong Xue stared at Mr. Murong Ba expressionlessly with a look that said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You know I already gave the racket away."

However, President Murong Ba didn't even look at his daughter. His eyes fell on Song Pingqing who was eating cod fillet with his head down.

Song Pingqing: What is the difference between today's meal and the Hongmen Banquet?