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

After Huangmao apologized to Song Pingqing awkwardly, the matter was temporarily dropped on the surface.

There was no factual evidence for what the others said, and the only one who was caught in the act, Song Pingqing, just "let it go."

"From the way he rushed out of the counselor's office with gritted teeth, he must have known who was plotting against him behind his back."

Song Pingqing chewed slowly and said, "It doesn't matter whether he is willing to speak or not. I have plenty of ways to find out what I want to know."

The incident involved Song Pingqing beating someone up. Someone on the surveillance side had already been involved. Anyone who wanted to secretly adjust the surveillance would only be walking into a trap.

"That's too low-level." Murong Xue didn't hesitate and put the last pork chop on the plate into Song Pingqing's bowl.

Song Pingqing quickly moved the bowl over to catch it: "Who says it's not true? There are always people who think they are very smart and are so confident that they dare to use everyone around them as knives."

Murong Xue raised her eyes and looked at her: "What are you going to do after you find out?"

"I've been playing dirty tricks on you, so I'll give you a taste of your own medicine. Isn't that too much?" Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "Of course, if I can stimulate the yellow hair to bite back, that would be the best effect."

Those who can trap people without any warning are all “our own people”.

Once we have determined who it is, we can arrange some small moves to make the yellow-haired guy turn against us, so that the dog-eat-dog drama will be more exciting.

"Yeah. As long as you don't get soft-hearted." Murong Xue continued to eat, "I have classes in the afternoon."

Song Pingqing did not choose many professional courses. Together with professional courses, there were no more than nine classes a week. He often had no classes in the morning or afternoon, or even the whole day.

On the other hand, Murong Xue...had almost no time to rest from morning to night.

However, whether it is work or study, I can do everything perfectly, and even find time to fall in love.

Even if Song Pingqing lived another lifetime, it would be difficult for him to catch up with this level of effort.

When I was raising children, I always heard people say that XXX’s child was very talented, but just didn’t study hard.

In fact, the greatest talent is to be able to calm down and study hard.

It’s not fake effort, but real dedication to doing and learning something.

Song Pingqing understood: "Then I'll make you some snacks at noon and bring them to you in the afternoon."

Murong Xue nodded.

Fortunately, her milk tea ban has finally been lifted.

While he was still busy in the kitchen, Wu Lide appeared silently at the kitchen door: "I've found out everything."

"So fast?"

"Yes. The person you asked us to investigate is easy to investigate. Following the clues, the rest of the people will be revealed as well."

Song Pingqing put the snacks into the oven, walked to the side to wash his hands, and then reached out to take the information handed to him by Wu Lide.

Although she had simply rinsed her hands, the sweet scent of baking was still stained on her hands, which formed a sharp contrast with the coldness that flashed across her eyes as she looked at the information.

"Lai Zhongqi." Song Pingqing looked at the information on the file, "He has a rough life."

At this time, in a small duplex in a high-end community next to the school, another dispute that Song Pingqing had expected was taking place.

Facing the red-eared and furious Lai Zhongqi, Fu Er smiled disdainfully: "I paid you 500,000 yuan to let you finish high school in the International Department. I have already done you a great favor."

The table was littered with unfinished, still warm takeout food, and the ashtray next to it was full of unsmoked cigarette butts.

Fu Er leaned back on the sofa with his legs apart and a cigarette in his mouth. "Now I'm tired of playing with you and don't want you as a dog anymore. You should just leave. You still dare to stick to me and ask the Fu family to pay for your study abroad."

The words were full of insults.

Lai Zhongqi's face turned pale and blue as he heard this. He growled, "How much have I done for you in the past two years? Only you know it in your heart!"

"Would it be good for you to break up with me? I'm already being very generous by letting you live."

Fu Er reached into his bag, took out two stacks of bills, tore open the note, and scattered it around the room: "Take the money and get out. Don't let me see you in school again. Otherwise, you know my methods very well."

Lai Zhongqi wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the two bodyguards behind him.

"The master asked you to take the money before leaving." The bodyguard's cold voice sounded.

Lai Zhongqi lowered his head, his long yellow hair covering his eyes and hiding the fierce look on his face.

He turned his back and bent down to pick up the scattered banknotes on the ground.

"Oh, that's all you have." Fu Er sneered, "Since you've been my lackey, I won't ask you to kneel down and pick up the money."

Lai Zhongqi clenched the banknotes tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his voice trembled slightly. He tried his best to suppress the resentment and unwillingness in his heart: "Yes."

Fu Er's cell phone rang, and he answered the call. Although his voice was still arrogant, his attitude was much gentler: "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely send them all away..."

As soon as Lai Zhongqi walked downstairs, he was bumped by a man in a suit who was coming towards him.

He was bumped once when he was going upstairs, and now he was bumped again when he just came out. Lai Zhongqi, who was already in a bad mood, said angrily: "You have no eyes."

The man in the suit ignored him and just walked away.

"Keep sticking to me and ask the Fu family to pay for your study abroad."

"You are the only one who knows how much I have done for you in the past two years."

"Will it be good for you to tear your face apart?"

Song Pingqing listened to the entire content silently and turned off the recording: "You are really something, you even use such means."

The bodyguard immediately smiled and replied, "We just accidentally dropped the recording equipment on him, so we hurried to get it back."

Song Pingqing ignored him and tapped lightly on the armrest of the wooden sofa with his fingertips.

Lai Zhongqi's family originally ran a building materials business. Although the materials they produced were relatively simple, they still accumulated a lot of wealth during the decades of crazy infrastructure development.

Just two years ago, a reporter suddenly showed up at a construction site, and it was subsequently revealed that a batch of construction materials at the site were substandard.

After further investigation, it was found that all these materials were provided by Lai Zhongqi's parents.

Lai Zhongqi's parents have already been imprisoned, and the family's money has either been used to pay fines or to compensate for losses, leaving Lai Zhongqi alone to survive by relying on Fu's connections.

Coincidentally, Song Pingqing reached out and flipped through the documents on the table again, and confirmed that the developer of the construction site where the accident occurred two years ago was Fu.

Even a fool could see who Lai Zhongqi's parents were taking the blame for.

Treating Song Pingqing as a knife was probably just Fu Er's personal behavior, but who said that such things couldn't be taken out on his family?

At this moment, Wu Lide suddenly spoke: "Ms. Song..."