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

Song Pingqing threw the car keys to a bodyguard at random, and asked the bodyguard to drive her beloved car back from Su City.

After walking a few steps, I saw Shang Qingyun's assistant rushing over.

"Mr. Song, this is the wine that Mr. Shang asked me to give you." The young assistant was probably a recent college graduate and looked a little green.

"Okay, thank Mr. Shang for me."

Song Pingqing asked someone to accept it, answered casually and got in the car, all he was thinking about was how long it would take to get home.

When Song Pingqing returned home, most of the servants had gone to rest, only Murong Xue was still waiting for her in the living room.

Most of the lights in the old house were off, but the light in the living room was still on, obviously left on intentionally.

Song Pingqing thought Murong Xue had gone back to her room to rest, but as soon as he entered the room and changed his shoes, he heard the rustling sound of pages turning.

When she turned around, she saw Murong Xue half lying on the sofa reading a book. She immediately looked at her when she heard the noise.

Song Pingqing was struck by this look.

It’s not like there’s no one who would leave a light on for her when she comes home late.

But what the naughty kid left behind was not only the lamp, but also some unfinished or messy homework.

Although the children are sensible and will clean the house thoroughly so that Song Pingqing doesn't have to do housework when he comes back, the feeling is still different.

So this is what it feels like to be waited for by your loved one.

The feeling was strange and new. Song Pingqing walked over, put down the wine in his hand, and hugged Murong Xue tightly.

Automatically blocked out Murong Xue's snort and the rebuke of "You still know how to come back",

"What's wrong with you?" Murong Xue felt strange.

Song Pingqing hugged her tightly: "Nothing, I just missed you."

Hearing her express her longing so frankly, Murong Xue muttered quietly: "You've only been away for two days, how come you've suddenly become so clingy and mushy."

"What's wrong? You don't want to listen?" Song Pingqing picked her up directly, turned her around a few times amid Murong Xue's exclamations, and sat on the sofa, letting Murong Xue sit on his lap.

Murong Xue had never been held and played with like this before. The most intimate contact she had with other people was when she sat on the shoulders of Murong Bazong when they went to the amusement park that year.

He immediately hugged Song Pingqing's neck tightly, and his appearance was quite similar to that of a koala.

Murong Xue didn't let go of Song Pingqing until she was firmly seated. She looked at Song Pingqing with a flickering look in her eyes: "Song Pingqing?!"

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in the voice, but more of it was excitement and anticipation.

"Is it fun?" Song Pingqing looked up at her.

Murong Xue stared at her eyes for a while before speaking: "It's fun."

"Well, let's play again next time." Song Pingqing raised his chin towards the red wine on the table, "The red wine at today's celebration banquet is good. Do you want to drink it?"

Wanna pretend to be drunk?

After so much time had passed, Murong Xue had gotten over the fact that she had pretended to be drunk and had gotten into trouble a few times.

Hearing Song Pingqing's words, he just shook his head and said, "You've already drunk once at the celebration banquet, so don't drink again. Alcohol is not a good thing, and you said that."

"Okay." Song Pingqing put his hands behind his head, leaned back slightly, and just looked at Murong Xue.

"But I'm quite curious about what kind of wine you can agree to." Murong Xue couldn't stand her burning gaze, so she stood up and reached out to open the box on the table.

Even when Murong Xue turned her back to Song Pingqing, she could still feel her burning gaze. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and then began to read the contents carefully.

The two bottles of red wine that Shang Qingyun gave to Song Pingqing were packaged in separate gift boxes.

The surface of the wooden gift box is printed with the winery logo and year.

"Lafite from 82. No wonder you said it tastes good." Murong Xue took a quick look and put it down. "Although it's not the top-quality one, it's becoming less and less available in the market."

Song Pingqing: ...At the dinner table, I was still thinking that this thing had the same origin as the 82 Lafite. Who could have expected that this was really the 82 Lafite.

"It seems that Shang Qingyun is quite sincere." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing, "This wine must have been paid for by her own money."

Given the current situation of Shangshi Photovoltaic, there is no way that the bottle of Lafite on the table can go through the reimbursement process, not to mention that it was given to Song Pingqing to take away two bottles.

"Well, let's find a chance to drink it later."

I can't lose anything but this mouth.

As soon as Song Pingqing finished speaking, his cell phone vibrated.

"It's so late. Who is it?" Murong Xue was dissatisfied and walked over to see.

"Shang Qingyun." Song Pingqing showed her the content of the text message.

Very concise, only ten words: [Thank you Mr. Song, we will work hard. ]

"Sending this now?"

"Maybe he knows that I paid for the celebration banquet." Song Pingqing replied with his mobile phone.

【Money should be spent where it counts.】

Murong Xue looked at the responses going back and forth and felt that Song Pingqing had some luck in meeting people.

pretty good.

Murong Xue looked up and kissed Song Pingqing on the cheek.

It’s great that Song Pingqing can work comfortably in the field he wants to do.

The rest can be left to her.

When a dog is desperate, it will jump over the wall; when a rabbit is desperate, it will bite people; when a person is desperate, he will hang himself from the beam; and when he is desperate, he will become a parasite.

Lai Zhongqi hasn't found a job for half a month.

Fifteen thousand out of the twenty thousand was spent on renting a house. The young master didn't know how to bargain. The location of the house was not good, but the rent was ridiculously high.

Although it was a bit off the beaten track, the neighborhood was not bad. However, Lai Zhongqi was still very dissatisfied and kept muttering: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't despise the young and poor."

Or they comfort themselves with statements like “there’s no telling if they will make a comeback.”

As someone who had done a lot of dirty things for Fu Er in the past, Lai Zhongqi knew Fu Er's methods very well, so after being humiliated by Fu Er that day, he dared not go to school again.

I thought that with his abilities, he could easily find a job, but he has been running into obstacles everywhere these days.

"Judging from the frequency with which he has been buying food recently, he is running out of money."

In fact, from this perspective, Lai Zhongqi is quite frugal.

With 5,000 yuan, he furnished the rented house with daily necessities, including a mattress, sheets, quilt, pillow, toothbrush, toothpaste and a whole bunch of other things. It was enough for him to live on for half a month. He was definitely one of the best among those who had fallen on hard times.

"Maybe his parents left him some money."

After hearing his subordinates' report, Wu Lide thought for a moment and nodded: "Go and make the arrangements. Don't make it too easy for him, but you have to give him some sweet treats so that he feels he can survive."

The action against the Fu family has already begun, and Lai Zhongqi cannot be allowed to cause trouble at this critical juncture.

At least it will take half a year until the main structure of the house is completed, and then there will be other people willing to take over the rest of the work.

There is no way to make people go bankrupt just by saying so.

If you want to kill the enemy but not let his blood spill on you, the key lies in the four words "patient planning".

At present, this battle line is already short.

Watching his subordinates leave, Wu Lide began to call Song Pingqing to report on his work.