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

Seeing Song Pingqing stand up, the most excited person among the onlookers was Zhao Lei, and the most moved person was Yang Tao.

What made Zhao Lei excited was that his boss finally showed the courage of a superior.

Zhao Lei: If you could show this enthusiasm at the beginning, I would have to worry less!

Among the five major professions of wealthy families, bodyguard, driver, assistant, nanny and follower, the person who works most sincerely will definitely be promoted the fastest.

Someone was paid as a bodyguard but worked the first three jobs part-time, and acted like an older brother, taking good care of Song Pingqing.

Hearing Song Pingqing's words, Zhao Lei walked directly in front of Mr. Qi. He was already strong and muscular, and with a height of 1.9 meters, he looked even more oppressive than Song Pingqing, who was 1.7 meters tall.

Zhao Lei's figure was as big as a small mountain. When he stood with his back to the light, blocking Mr. Qi's view, Mr. Qi felt as if a dark shadow was covering him. He looked up and saw that it was the bodyguard who had stopped him from entering the company.

"Mr. Qi, President Song said, please leave." Zhao Lei said, and directly reached out and grabbed Mr. Qi's collar, and easily lifted him up from the sofa.

Song Pingqing seemed expressionless, but actually his heart was filled with turmoil.

Is the power of a personal bodyguard so terrifying?

No wonder all the employees that Zhao Lei has interviewed have become extremely honest.

Ah, I wonder how the super strength inherited from the Song family will compare to Zhao Lei. Song Pingqing wants to arm wrestle with Zhao Lei, and she also wants her dear biological father to arm wrestle with Zhao Lei.

Song Pingqing felt great complaining in her heart, but President Qi was not as relaxed as she was.

"You are such an obedient dog."

Even at this point, Mr. Qi is still being harsh.

However, no one paid any attention to him, except Zhao Lei, who tightened his fist around his collar.

Zhao Lei held Mr. Qi in one hand and his huge bouquet of second-hand roses in the other, and threw him out.

Song Pingqing watched this and exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my God."

It seems that there is no necessary connection between this super strong arm strength and the personality of a domineering president. Otherwise, with Zhao Lei's strength, he should be the most domineering president.

Zhao Lei went out with the garbage and came back with a huge takeaway bag.

How big is it? Song Pingqing stared at the bag for a while and conservatively estimated that there were eight vegetables in it.

The catering industry was still pretty good at that time. At least there were no ubiquitous pre-prepared meals, let alone any take-out software. Ordering food depended entirely on the trust between buyers and sellers.

Song Pingqing said that he would order some delicious food as a reward for the Lone Wolf Team who were working overtime, so Zhao Lei made a special call to the restaurant under Mo Ruanruan's name. Now this big bag of delicious food was the product of backdoor transactions.

The boss had specifically asked for the VIP guests, so the restaurant didn't dare to be perfunctory and prepared eight dishes and one soup.

Two cold and six hot, three vegetarian and five meat, the meat dishes are tougher than each other. The traditional steamed grouper makes people drool just by looking at it.

When the Lone Wolf Group smelled the aroma of food, they instantly transformed into the Evil (Hungry) Wolf Group.

The cute looking female employee sighed while eating: "If overtime work is treated like this, I am willing to work for the boss for the rest of my life."

Song Pingqing looked at the pile of rice in her small bowl, which was about half a pound, and secretly felt that an ordinary boss might not be able to support her.

When her two colleagues heard this, they looked at her in tacit understanding, as if their eyes were saying: When it comes to boot-licking, you are the best in the world. Such delicious food can't stop your flattering mouth.

"Okay, you guys eat. I'm going back."

Song Pingqing knew very well that his boss was the least appetizing thing in the world. Seeing that their takeaway had arrived, he didn't linger any longer and was about to walk out.

"Mr. Song, wait a minute." Yang Tao didn't rush to eat, but caught up with Song Pingqing's pace, "What Mr. Qi said just now about not cooperating..."

There was a hint of confusion and uneasiness in Yang Tao's tone.

It seemed that Song Pingqing's attack on General Qi just now did not succeed in comforting her.

"It's okay, he's just pretending to be smart." Song Pingqing cursed.

Zhao Lei glanced at her inconspicuously and said nothing.

Zhao Lei: It's better for her to be able to stand up and curse people than for her to be unable to stand up and run off to play in places she shouldn't go.

Song Pingqing patted Yang Tao on the shoulder and said, "What businessman would go against money? Don't bother with him. If it doesn't work, we can bypass him and talk to the directors of a certain company."

After all, the identity of the president is not a very high-ranking role in a company, but many romance novels have "mythologized" the identity of the president.

"You should think more from different angles in the future." Song Pingqing looked at Yang Tao, who was still a little uneasy, and said a few more words.

"Yang Tao, many things require following the flow."

"The market and consumers have demand, so something will develop. This is the same as the saying that heroes are made by the times. You should study the materialist conception of history carefully."

“Similarly, the operation of impact assets is the demand of the future market. If someone insists on going against this trend, he will only be crushed by the wave.”

When he finished saying these words, the elevator arrived. Song Pingqing took his bodyguards downstairs directly, leaving Yang Tao standing in the empty elevator room thinking about life.

If Yang Tao was not a purple arrow, not a very useful worker, Song Pingqing would not even bother to say these words.

Who would waste time talking to someone who has no value?

Zhao Lei sensed the dull atmosphere and asked Song Pingqing, "Are you still studying historical materialism?"

"Thank you, this is a compulsory course." Song Pingqing didn't understand why he had to start learning Marxism-Leninism in elementary school.

Zhao Lei: ...As expected of you who got first place in the entrance examination, you have the ability to apply what you have learned.

When I got home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Xiuxiu was a child who slept a lot, so she had been taken away by the night shift nanny and coaxed to sleep. Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan went out to enjoy some time alone, while Old Lady Song and Old Man Song were still in the hotel and had not returned yet.

In the entire Song family, Song Pingqing was the only one who was still awake. For a moment, it felt a little too empty and lonely.

No wonder the young lady in the TV series could be warmed by a bowl of porridge cooked by the hero himself, what a cold and deserted big villa.

Song Pingqing took out his cell phone and sent a message to Murong Xue: "What are you doing?"

Song Pingqing: My house is not even one tenth the size of Murong family's villa. The eldest lady must be even more lonely at this moment.

At the same time as the message was sent, new message came in.

Penguin couldn't send photos at that time, so Song Pingqing received a MMS message.

Sent by Murong Xue, a needle is floating on a bowl of water.

The eldest lady’s text message followed closely: After trying for more than half an hour, I finally succeeded in begging for cleverness!