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

Murong Xue: That sounds nice, but it’s not what I want.

Song Pingqing looked at her, who was somewhat tempted but still resisted touching the guava lemon tea, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

This child is so hard to comfort.

Song Pingqing brought the cup of lemon tea to her and said, "I'm not rejecting your black card. I just don't want you to bear such great pressure alone."

Murong Xue's gaze finally shifted from the lemon tea to Song Pingqing's face.

She reached out to take the drink, put the straw in her mouth, and after taking two sips, she said "Hmm?" softly, motioning Song Pingqing to continue.

"After all, you will have to manage such a large family business at that time."

Song Pingqing argued with her seriously: "It must be harder for you to take over your family's business than for me to hold on to my own things."

"If you're still thinking about getting a black card for me at a time like this, wouldn't that put even more pressure on me?"

"Besides, it's not like I don't have money in my pocket." Song Pingqing added, "After all, with my current annual income, it's more than enough to pay the property fees for 100 units of Yipin Mingju."

What's more, by that time, Xingyao Group will definitely have developed what it needs to develop, and she, Song Pingqing, will only be richer than she is now.

Song Pingqing couldn't even imagine how much money that would be.

"It's not as difficult for me to apply for a black card as you think." Murong Xue's mouth corners slightly raised with an imperceptible arc, about only one pixel.

"But sometimes you can grow up slowly." Song Pingqing always felt it was very awkward to hear a thirteen-year-old child say such things.

Whose child who just turned thirteen would always say things like “I’ll get you a black card”?

Murong Xue suddenly smelled the bitter aroma of lemon. Even though Song Pingqing had removed all the lemon seeds, Murong Xue still felt that the aroma was a bit strong:

"But you should know that this kind of environment and this kind of family fortune won't give me the opportunity to grow up slowly."

"I'm not Gu Zongnian. His parents are still alive, and he has the support of his uncles."

“No matter how good Uncle Song is, we are not related by blood.”

Song Pingqing smoothed Murongxue's long hair and said, "I don't know what the relationship between my godfather and Uncle Song is like, but I think the relationship between you and me is pretty good?"

"Of course." Murong Xue answered immediately, "You are my best friend."

none of them.

"I don't know when I can help you, but I hope you don't have to grow up for me."

When Song Pingqing said this, her eyes and tone were gentle. This gentleness, like her current state, possessed a very strange power. Murong Xue held the lemon tea, and although it was still the same thing as before, she felt that the bitter smell around her faded rapidly.

Murong Xue lowered her eyes and stopped looking, fearing that she would lose the strength to continue striving and growing because of Song Pingqing's gentleness and pampering.

The discomfort that dream brought her was even stronger than many of the pains she experienced growing up in reality.

She would never allow herself to retreat because of her greed for warmth, nor would she allow herself to fall into the same embarrassing situation as in her dream.

What's more...

Murong Xue's gaze drifted to the picture of sleeping companion Papa on the computer screen.

Dream keeper. Murong Xue repeated these three words in her heart, remembering what Song Pingqing said that day: "Inside every soft doll is actually the wish of the giver to protect it."

In fact, it is never just the person who gives the gift who has the desire to protect.

The person who receives the gift also has the same intention.

Murong Xue took a few more sips of lemon tea, and the refreshing aroma dispelled her sensitivity and uneasiness.

She raised her head and slightly raised her chin to look at Song Pingqing: "I will go with you to inspect the Dream Keeper's factory."

"Do you have time?" Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows. "Zhao Lei will be here soon."

"Go pack my luggage."

It's really like going wherever you want.

If Murong Ba had not arranged any special homework for the children during the summer vacation between primary school and junior high school, this improvised action might not have been possible.

However, there is really no need for President Murong Ba to arrange extra homework for them during the summer vacation. After all, these children start to work frantically for their careers as soon as the summer vacation comes.

Gu Zongnian went to Xingyao Group to urge the progress. Wu Qiming was filming everywhere. With the help of Murong Ba, Shen Ci took an old criminal policeman who was rehired after retirement as his master and learned from him every day.

Song Pingqing continued to market the large number of industries that she had, which seemed to have nothing to do with each other but she could always connect them together.

They say there is no work assigned, but in fact, everyone is busy.

On the way to Urumqi, Song Pingqing was still looking at the anniversary celebration plan sent by Chen Pu.

Although there is an airport in Urumqi, the two did not want to fly there. After all, this was just a small business worth less than 10 million yuan for them, and they could just have fun while traveling.

The happiest people were the twenty or so bodyguards who followed them out.

What is this? This is paid travel.

We drove to Gusu first, and had a great time there for four or five days.

Song Pingqing has a strong passion for intangible cultural heritage and spent 12 million yuan just on buying Suzhou embroidery products.

The most expensive one was a huanghuali wood frame screen, the carving and embroidery were all top-notch (Murongxue didn't think so, she had seen better ones). Although Song Pingqing didn't know where to put it after she bought it, she was really tempted after looking at it for many times.

Murong Xue looked at her with eyes that were almost glued to her, and couldn't help asking, "Are you still short of the 18 million?"

She is not bad if she is worth 1,800, but she is really bad if she is worth 1,800,000.

Even if you have money you can't build it like this.

She also wants to increase her game coins to nine figures as soon as possible and become a billionaire with a small goal!

Murong Xue was familiar with Song Pingqing's character, and she knew what she wanted to say just by looking at her expression.

The result was that without waiting for Song Pingqing to answer, Murong Xue reached into Song Pingqing's bag and found the black card, and threw the card over to pay without hesitation.

You wouldn't have thought that the first transaction using the black card that President Murong gave to Song Pingqing was made by his own daughter Murong Xue.

Murong Bazong looked at the bill of tens of millions of dollars that was swiped out with one swipe, and said inwardly with a blank expression: You're welcome. You're welcome, it's good, you're welcome like a real daughter.

Song Pingqing watched Murong Xue throw out the black card without hesitation, and his pupils suddenly shook.

See it.

Real rich people don’t take things like black cards seriously at all.

When they really want something luxury, it's something money can't buy.

After Murong Xue threw the black card, she turned around and said to Song Pingqing: "Do you understand? This is how you swipe the card."

Song Pingqing was speechless and couldn't help laughing: "Every time I think I have a lot of money, you always tell me with your actions that the money is not enough."