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

Song Pingqing looked very beautiful like this. Murong Xue took out the Star Generation from her small bag and took a photo of her.

The shutter sound awakened Song Pingqing who was lost in thought.

The moment she turned her head, her soft jawline and slightly raised mouth corners were just right and heroic.

Murong Xue had not yet moved the camera away, and when she saw this scene, she took another picture.

Song Pingqing heard the shutter sound again and chuckled: "Why did you suddenly take out your phone to take pictures? Did you suddenly notice my beauty and couldn't wait to take a picture as a souvenir?"

Murong Xue's face turned cold: "Leave a souvenir, what souvenir? This is called recording life."

It would be unlucky to leave any souvenirs.

"Okay, okay, let's record our lives." Song Pingqing reached out for Murongxue's phone, "Let me see how handsome I am."

Before Murong Xue could react and put the phone away, Song Pingqing's hand had already reached out in front of her and took the phone away.

"Oh my, this composition, this light and shadow, it's amazing." Song Pingqing started by praising, "Not bad, not bad, Miss has a good aesthetic sense, huh? A casual shot can be so beautiful."

Murong Xue blushed immediately and glared at Song Pingqing: "You are so smooth-talking."

"Tsk, I was just telling the truth, why are you being glib?" Song Pingqing turned on Bluetooth and projected the photo onto his phone. "That's great, I'll take it and change my profile picture."

It’s so handsome. If Murong Xue hadn’t taken the photo, Song Pingqing himself would have found it hard to imagine that his profile was so handsome!

Seeing her narcissistic look, Murong Xue raised her hand and took the phone away: "We haven't even finished talking about business yet, and you're already thinking about changing your profile picture?"

"Okay, Miss, is there anything else? I'm all ears." Song Pingqing supported his face with his hands and looked at Murong Xue leisurely.

Murong Xue coughed twice and said, "I still have to talk about the project you invested in. After all, it is related to your future development."

"Well, go ahead and talk. I'm listening." Song Pingqing's casual expression restrained a little.

"Then I'll just say it straight?" Murong Xue observed Song Pingqing's expression, "It won't sound good if I say it straight."

"Murong Xue?" Song Pingqing raised his lips, but his tone was a little cold. "If you and I can't discuss the problem frankly, who else do you want to talk to frankly?"

Seeing her attitude, Murong Xue spoke frankly: "I believe that the projects you invest in will definitely make a lot of money in the future, and will have a high social influence in the right era."

"But these are not industries that can build a country, and they cannot allow your family to develop stably and long-term."

Although the words were spoken directly, Murong Xue's tone when she said them was very familiar, just like the gentle and soft tone that Song Pingqing used when he usually admonished her.

If Shen Ci or Wen Zhuo, two super sensitive people, were present, they would definitely be able to see this.

It turns out that children look like the person they are raised by.

Song Pingqing didn't expect Murong Xue to say this, and he never thought that Murong Xue would settle down with the Song family. He was slightly surprised for a moment: "Ah?"

Murong Xue thought Song Pingqing didn't understand, so she softened her tone: "Real industry is the foundation of those cultural industries. If you want a family to develop stably and for a long time, you can't just focus on those cultural industries."

The heir of a wealthy family always thinks about the rise and fall of a family, but Song Pingqing thinks, "I came to this world to enjoy happiness!"

"Although I don't quite understand why you wanted to invest in Xingyao Group with Gu Zongnian, it was the first time you wanted to spend a large sum of money to do business, so I lent you the money and invested with you."

Murong Xue directly exposed her original intention of lending Song Pingqing 1 billion yuan: "If Xingyao Group's project is successful, it will be your first real industry with technological content."

Song Pingqing thought that Murong Xue invested in the company because she saw the potential for the development of smartphones, but he never expected that she invested just because of him?!

"I actually want to invest money in this field, but I don't have enough resources."

Murong Xue spoke frankly, and Song Pingqing also spoke frankly.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to do many things, but that she really doesn’t know what to do.

The industry that Murong Xue talked about is essentially something related to the field of scientific research.

Xiuxiu held a full-month banquet, and all the relatives of the Song family who were on good terms with her and those within the fifth degree of mourning came. Among the large crowd, only four college students were barely found.

The quality of college students at that time was very good. Song Pingqing also wanted to take advantage of his proximity to the students and recruit them to his company.

When I asked them closely, it turned out that they were all liberal arts majors, and each one was a good major for the civil service exam.

"Since you have this idea, I will share with you any projects I like in the future."

Compared to Murong Xue's extensive social circle among people of the same class, Song Pingqing's main social circle really only consists of a few of them.

Shen Ci is really completely unreliable. All his energy is now focused on getting into the police force.

Wu Qiming's family is also in the cultural industry. It would be a miracle if we could build a real business by working together with him.

Gu Zongnian was okay, wasn't he the one who led the Starry Group? But such opportunities were limited after all, and it was not known whether the smartphone project would succeed.

Wen Zhuo? He's a newcomer. If you can pass on some information, Xiangming would be very kind. Don't even think about digging for resources from him in the short term.

Murong Xue thought that Song Pingqing could only rely on herself in this regard.

But it was true what she thought.

As for thighs, just hold on to one.

There were already a lot of people at the Golden September Indoor Ski Resort on Friday night. It is said that on Saturday and Sunday, there are so many people that it is difficult to get a ticket.

Looking at Song Pingqing, who was dressed in a smart and cool ski suit, ready to go, and about to rush into the venue with great enthusiasm, Murong Xue was helpless.

When it comes to sports, Song Pingqing is always full of energy.

I don't know where all this strength comes from.

Song Pingqing was full of confidence before going on stage, but after going on stage he started to yell "Ouch, oh shit" or "Ouch, oh shit——"

How long the sound lasts depends entirely on where the board slides uncontrollably.

The fall was so spectacular.

At the end of the training, Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing with a complicated expression: "There are actually projects that are difficult for you to master."

"I'm a complete novice, so of course I can't compete with you." Song Pingqing had a scratch on his cheek, but he was still optimistic. "As for skiing, you'll learn it eventually if you fall more often."

"If it really doesn't work, forget it." Murong Xue thought about the various ways Song Pingqing fell just now, and couldn't help but frowned, "It's not something I have to learn."

"There is no reason to give up halfway. If you learn something, you must learn it well."

Seeing her stubborn look, Murong Xue regretted it.

Really, she shouldn't have given Song Pingqing the opportunity to engage in such a dangerous sport!

The eldest lady was so angry that she ignored Song Pingqing for the whole day.