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

Song Pingqing was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed.

What Murong Xue said was so true.

But you won’t let Song Pingqing work for others?

There is Mixue Yuecha, Jumei Youpin, and the brand new YM. After a series of operations by Murong Xue, Song Pingqing has become a not-so-big boss.

If I really have to force the title of a worker on myself, then being Murong Xue's little follower would be considered working.

Doing a special job in a special world.

When he thought of this, Song Pingqing couldn't help but recall a sentence that the whole Internet was crying out in his previous life: At the command of the eldest lady, this old servant will make a grand appearance.

Looking at Song Pingqing's somewhat subtle smile, Murong Xue raised her eyebrows: "Why? Are you not satisfied?"

"Then I am really satisfied." Song Pingqing twisted his body in front of Murong Xue without any etiquette, and posed in a very coquettish way.

"Give me the order, Miss! I promise I will hit you wherever you point your finger. If you take one step back, I lose!"

"You're such a smooth talker!" Murong Xue scolded loudly!

Really, you don’t mind other people’s loud voices now.

The Feng Group’s headquarters is not in Jincheng City. After all, this is a commercial center and is not suitable for the development of an agricultural company. Their company’s headquarters is in the neighboring Lin City.

So the next day, after class at noon, Song Pingqing got on the bus with his backpack that he had packed early and headed for Lin City.

"You haven't had lunch yet?" Zhao Lei asked the bodyguard in the passenger seat to bring a brown paper bag over. "Since you were in a hurry, I brought you a meal from Mai Men on the way here."

Zhao Lei! You and your brothers and sisters deserve a promotion and a raise!

A qualified bodyguard and driver must have the ability to fully solve problems for the people he serves.

If every time a boss recruits someone, it is like drawing cards in a card-drawing game, then Mr. Murong Ba is undoubtedly the chief player in this card-drawing game.

If you want money, you have money; if you want luck, you have luck; if you want magical cards, you have magical cards.

When Song Pingqing opened the brown paper bag and saw that the staple food inside was her favorite double-layer Angus beef burger with bacon, Song Pingqing's recognition of Zhao Lei increased to a higher level.

Oh my God, although she already has two divine character cards from the Zhao Pin family, Zhao Lei is really a good tool man.

I have to go back and find out if there are any other characters in his house, and I must use my money ability to take them away before others find out.

Zhao Lei: You may not believe it, but I have single-handedly helped all my brothers and sisters get good jobs.

Song Pingqing felt that if Yan Que made a card-drawing game one day, she would definitely let Murong Xue draw a card to try.

The only thing is that I don’t dare to disturb President Murong with such a small matter, but I can still do it for Murong Xue.

...Well, the eldest lady will tolerate her, she will.

Don't doubt the comfort of the nanny car, and don't doubt the driving proficiency of a driver of Zhao Lei's level.

Song Pingqing fell asleep immediately after finishing her lunch in the car. It was not until the car got off the highway and entered Lin City that Zhao Lei woke her up: "Miss Song, we still have 20 minutes to reach our destination."

Song Pingqing got up in a daze, reached out to the button on the side to raise the seat, and soon other bodyguards brought the disposable toiletries placed in the car.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, and fix your hair in front of the mirror. Looking at the refreshed self in the mirror, Song Pingqing was speechless for a moment.

Ah~ In a sense, the series of actions she just performed were really very... well... how should I put it?

It looks too much like someone who is rushing to make an announcement!

Soon Song Pingqing met the man named Wu who had spent half a month preparing the announcement.

When they arrived outside the coffee shop, there was still half an hour before the agreed time. Song Pingqing took out the information about the Feng Group and prepared to read it carefully again. However, as soon as he opened it, he heard the door lock of the nanny car click gently.

As the automatic door slowly opened, Wu Qiming's figure appeared in front of the car door.

Seeing his appearance at this moment, Song Pingqing was horrified: "Why do you smell like a classmate!?"

Wu Qiming climbed into the car and collapsed on the chair that Song Pingqing usually sat on when Murong Xue was around, and fell into a coma.

A bodyguard behind him reached out and helped him adjust the seat down so that Wu Qiming could sleep more comfortably.

Song Pingqing: ?????

Song Pingqing: No? Should I first complain about the good eyesight of this unknown bodyguard, or should I first complain about Wu Qiming's drunk-like tiredness?

Huh? He is so tired that he is snoring.

Song Pingqing looked at Wu Qiming with an expression that was three parts speechless, two parts disgusted, and five parts helpless, then pulled out a blanket from under the chair and threw it on his stomach.

Helping him cover his belly button was love from the bottom of grandma's soul, nothing more, after all, the Wu family didn't pay her a salary.

The bodyguard sitting in the back row couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out and pulled the blanket open a little more.

She seemed to understand a little bit why Wu Qiming wanted to come here. It was okay for this kid to have a sense of class at such a young age.

Song Pingqing picked up his phone and sent a text message to Murong Xue: "Wu Qiming is so miserable."

About two or three minutes later, Murong Xue replied with a simple "?"

Song Pingqing: "He must have been too busy. He rushed into the nanny car and fell asleep immediately. Can you believe that he snores at such a young age?"

Murong Xue: "......"

Murong Xue: "Ignore him, he asked for it."

Murong Xue: "When will you come back?"

Song Pingqing: "I haven't talked to Feng's people yet."

Murong Xue: "......"

Murong Xue: "Come back early after the chat."

Let's be honest, the extent to which this young lady discriminates is beyond measure.

Wu Qiming didn't sleep for long, barely twenty minutes. Before Song Pingqing called him, he jumped up from the chair and started washing up.

He was so aware of this that he felt that Song Pingqing's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of pity when he looked at him.

There is no other reason, it is just that Wu Qiming's behavior makes him look more like a gangster.

Song Pingqing casually sent Murongxue another message: "I sincerely thank you for giving me the right not to work."

(By the way, I sent you an emoticon: I really don’t know how to thank you, so I’ll just kowtow to you.)

This time, Murong Xue replied immediately: (*￣︶￣)

In the cafe, Feng Kerui and a professional tour guide had been waiting for a long time.

Regarding the equity changes in Feng Group, Wu Qiming had already taken time out of his busy schedule to send a message to Song Pingqing.

Therefore, this conversation was much more formal than the last one.

The two sides simply exchanged a few brief greetings and immediately got down to business.