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

When Song Pingqing and Oliver attended the dinner together, they appropriately expressed some of their "vanity" and asked to take a photo together.

Of course, Oliver also appropriately demonstrated the demeanor of the Patrick family.

If the female companion wants to take photos, of course she should. After all, if you can't even take photos, how can you win people's hearts? ?

In this way, Song Pingqing counted down the days while fishing for the biggest black fish in his two lifetimes.

The original plan was to prepare for ten days, but on the seventh day Murong Xue arranged for Song Pingqing to return home.

"Why let me leave now?" Song Pingqing was no longer just a little dissatisfied, he was quite dissatisfied.

The words "I don't want to follow orders" are written all over his body.

The charge hasn't even started yet, and you want me to retreat now?

"Your mission is accomplished. Returning home honestly is your next mission."

Murong Xue didn't even raise her head, and said with a hint of meaning: "Remember, you are returning home in a hurry this time. You are not qualified to take a special plane, and you can't buy a first-class or business-class ticket. You can only go back in economy class."

Economy class?!

Sitting in that crappy seat for more than ten hours?!

As expected, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

"I see." Song Pingqing held his forehead and took a deep breath. "Are you trying to create a scenario where you or someone else discovered Oliver's plan?"

"That's about right. It's okay if you understand it this way." Murong Xue finally looked up at her, "After you go back, you can't go to the Murong family, and it's best not to go back to the Song family. Go live in your own house."

Song Pingqing muttered to himself: I have too many houses.

It is either a first-class residence or an old villa.

"You have to act as if someone is maliciously trying to snatch your shares of Xingyao." Murong Xue paused, "Of course, this is also to protect you."

Song Pingqing nodded and asked again: "When should I leave?"

"Now."

"Uh?"

It is indeed swift and resolute.

But this kind of thing really catches people off guard.

After Song Pingqing agreed, Wu Lide immediately took action and bought Song Pingqing a ticket for the next return flight.

"The remaining tickets are limited, you can only bring three bodyguards." Wu Lide said seriously, "Please do not leave our sight easily, even if you go to the bathroom, please do not exceed two minutes."

Song Pingqing: ...I understand the truth, but I feel really uncomfortable when you do this.

"Go ahead." Murongxue hugged Song Pingqing, "Wait for me to come home."

"Are you a little nervous?" Song Pingqing felt that Murong Xue was a little too excited.

Of course it’s time to deal with people. How can Murong Xue not be excited?

"Well, after all, this is my first time officially doing this kind of...business." Murong Xue considered her words.

Murong Xue thought to herself: The feud between Oliver and I had already been formed without you knowing.

Song Pingqing thought that the business Murongxue was talking about was "the first time to directly cooperate with the motherland", and patted her on the back: "It doesn't matter, the first time is new, the second time is familiar."

Murongxue was already used to Song Pingqing's incoherent behavior, so she pushed her and said, "Okay, let's go. You can go back and visit grandma often."

This requires Song Pingqing to act out the feeling of wanting to cling to someone powerful again.

Song Pingqing thus embarked on his journey back home, leaving behind Murong Xue who was secretly sharpening her claws to start the harvest, and a black panther who thought he was sneaking in the dark, but in fact his every move was being monitored.

Having long been accustomed to the favorable material conditions provided by the Murong family, Song Pingqing felt quite uncomfortable in the narrow and crowded economy class seat.

Not to mention the surrounding noise, in public places, this thing will never stop.

Wu Lide was very considerate and prepared a pair of noise-canceling headphones for Song Pingqing.

"Thank you, this is really the most satisfying thing this quarter." Song Pingqing put it on while mumbling, and finally felt much more peaceful.

Because I bought the ticket at the last minute and there were no direct flights, I had to transfer in the Desert El Dorado, stay for seven and a half hours, and then fly back.

There are actually a lot of things to do when you transit in the Desert Golden Kingdom.

In addition to the most basic airport facilities and services, you can also take a brief tour of the Desert Gold Mall, Burj Khalifa, fountain show, etc.

The bodyguards around Song Pingqing were all personally selected by President Murong Ba, and they have all accompanied him on business trips to some extent.

For example, Wu Lide had been here with President Murong Ba before. Now he was accompanying Song Pingqing here for a transfer, so it was natural for him to introduce the local customs and practices to her.

But... you have to do the whole thing. Song Pingqing, who was on a mission, did not have the conditions to visit the city. Exhausted physically and mentally by the economy class, Song Pingqing could only get a massage at the airport's spa center.

Well...after all, this behavior is consistent with the "enjoyment-loving" image she left for Oliver.

The person who came to pick us up this time was Gu Zongnan.

"Why are you here?" The moment Song Pingqing saw Gu Zongnan, he thought he was hallucinating.

"Of course I'm here to pick you up." Gu Zongnan had a stern face, still looking like he was in the company.

"I mean, why did you come to Jincheng?"

"Why did you come back? That's why I came to Jincheng." Gu Zongnian said with a wooden face. He stretched out his hand and pulled Song Pingqing's arm and walked forward. "We can talk about it when we get back."

Gu Zongnan didn't really use any force, but he made as if he was pulling.

Song Pingqing understood immediately that this was for the people in secret to see.

As soon as they got in the car, Gu Zongnan immediately let go of Song Pingqing's hand.

"A senior high school student is actually asked to use up his precious summer vacation to pick someone up." Gu Zongnan muttered.

"Summer vacation is like going from school to work for you. It has no meaning at all." Song Pingqing responded decisively.

"At least the name sounds nice."

The car started, and Song Pingqing asked casually, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to the Wanmu Center for a meeting first." Gu Zongnian suddenly sighed, "Hold your... uh... criticism meeting, criticizing you for wanting to sell shares of such an important domestic industry to politicians from the United States."

Song Pingqing: ...The truth is not yet known, grandma, and I have to serve as a negative example.

"Be prepared." Gu Zongnian was reluctant, "What those people say might be very unpleasant."

"Don't worry, I'm in a good mood. Besides, I won't take the blame for nothing." Song Pingqing leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off. "Xue'er won't let me take the blame for nothing either."

"This kind of reputation is very bad, don't you have any concerns at all?" Gu Zongnan felt uncomfortable when he thought of the way those old bones scolded people.

Who dares to curse at someone with unstable blood pressure?

"What are you worried about? It's just the necessary path for exploiting capitalists to become red entrepreneurs."

Song Pingqing fell asleep after he finished speaking.