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

Which good person eats spicy noodles during the tea break of a college competition?

Have.

Boss Mei.

And there is Boss Song.

There is no Xiao Gu. Because Xiao Gu couldn't get his personal bodyguard to stop complaining.

Song Pingqing, Boss Mei, and his beautiful wife sat in a row eating spicy strips. The delicious smell quickly attracted the attention of a group of capitalists.

Of course, this kind of attention is not a good thing. Most people still look at it with a look of "Why would you eat this kind of thing in public?" or "How can such junk food be allowed to appear here?"

There were people who particularly looked down on the coal boss. Oh no, Song Pingqing felt that it was probably someone that Boss Mei had offended in business before, and they came here specifically to make sarcastic remarks.

"Hey, isn't this Boss Mei? You've been rich for so long, but you still can't change your poor taste of eating garbage?"

The man in the white suit looked sarcastic.

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Song Pingqing pinched a spicy strip and put it in his mouth.

Why attack something else but the spicy strips that your grandmother Song Pingqing loves so much?

"That guy said he would make me a star and film a movie for me, but I ignored him and turned around to marry Lao Mei."

"Oh, the hatred of having your wife taken away." Song Pingqing added.

"Irreconcilable." Gu Zongnan subconsciously didn't want to let his elder brother's words fall to the ground.

"What does it have to do with you?" The man in white suit became angry and rolled up his sleeves to get angry.

"Sir, please respect yourself." Zhao Lei stood up immediately. He was a head taller than the other man. The black-faced man with an expressionless face looked extremely intimidating.

"Where the hell did you come from?" The man in the white suit stiffened his neck and got angry.

Zhao Lei carried the person out like a chicken.

Mei Chaofeng was greatly shocked. He hadn't even opened his mouth yet, but he owed someone a favor for no apparent reason?

Mei Chaofeng wiped his mouth which was covered with spicy noodle oil with a tissue and asked Song Pingqing: "Is that really your bodyguard?"

"Yeah." Song Pingqing also took a piece of paper and wiped his hands clean. "I haven't eaten spicy strips in many years. I heard that there are still those big spicy strips for one cent a piece in my hometown."

As soon as Song Pingqing finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound in front of him. He looked carefully and saw that it was something spicy.

…Tears of the times, an old-fashioned spicy film.

Song Pingqing looked at Mei Chaofeng's wife, took out a business card and handed it to her: "Nice to meet you, Song Pingqing."

The pretty beauty with a round and oriental look paused while eating the spicy strips, looking embarrassed: "My name is Zhu Zhu. I don't have a business card."

"See? Your wife loves to eat. You won't lose out if you invest in an industry your wife likes."

Song Pingqing jokingly said to Mei Chaofeng: "As long as we can apply for a license and do a good job, it won't be a problem to gradually expand it into a regular and good snack."

Mei Chaofeng didn't expect Song Pingqing to say it so bluntly. He was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but exclaimed "Oh shit".

As soon as Zhao Lei came back, he saw a huge bag of spicy strips in front of Song Pingqing.

Zhao Lei: Why is there more?!

However, Song Pingqing also knew the principle of knowing when to stop, so she did not eat the bag of spicy strips, but put it away and planned to share it with Yan Que later.

Just kidding, not to mention the terrifying capacity of the old version of spicy chips, doesn't she know how delicate her stomach has become due to the wealthy environment?

Some stomachs and intestines fight on the battlefield, some stomachs and intestines... hehe.

The price Song Pingqing paid for eating a bag of spicy strips was diarrhea to the point of doubting his life.

Although Zhao Lei had someone send gastrointestinal medicine to her when she decided to eat the bag of spicy strips, Song Pingqing still didn't fully recover even after drinking the montmorillonite powder.

As a result, I almost missed Yan Que's on-stage defense session.

People still need to control their appetite.

Song Pingqing was in tears and rubbed her belly.

Intestines, stomach, you have been having a good life for too long that you have forgotten where you came from.

Stomach: I’m not called stomach, I call you ancestor.

Gu Zongnan's mentality was very subtle. Looking at Song Pingqing who frequently ran to the bathroom, it was difficult for him to connect this unreliable image with his always reliable elder brother.

When Song Pingqing turned pale, Gu Zongnian suddenly said, "Brother, you are too proud."

Song Pingqing: ???

Gu Zongnian shook his head and repeated to Song Pingqing what he had said last night: "Young man, no successful big brother will lack self-control. This is the basic quality of a big brother."

"I don't know if I am floating or not, but I think you are really floating."

After persisting until the morning game was over, Song Pingqing went to deal with Gu Zongnan.

As Gu Zongnian was being chased by Song Pingqing and running around screaming, he shouted at his bodyguard: "Aren't you my bodyguard? Why don't you help me?"

"The gentleman and the lady said that if Miss Song wants to punish you, then you should be punished." The burly man spoke with a sincere and honest tone.

Very good, the longest road that Gu Zongnan has walked is Song Pingqing’s way of training his younger brother.

Song Pingqing: How do you know I am scolding my younger brother and not my grandson?

In this physical condition, Song Pingqing was not suitable to watch the afternoon game, so he was carried directly to the hospital by Zhao Lei for an IV drip.

Clinic doctor: "Are you her family member?"

How come this doesn't look like a good person?

Zhao Lei: "I'm her bodyguard."

Clinic doctor: "??? Where are her family members?"

Song Pingqing: "Don't ask, the answer is working far away."

Song Pingqing was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip, and he sighed dishonestly: "Is my adoptive father not capable enough? Why is there no private hospital here that I can go to?"

Zhao Lei took the hot porridge that the other bodyguards had bought from the school cafeteria, unsealed it and fed it to her, his tone cold:

"Have you figured out how to explain your gastroenteritis?"

...Song Pingqing was silent for a moment, then looked at Zhao Lei: "We are now grasshoppers who also share a secret."

Zhao Lei: I feel helpless to have such a boss.

In the morning, Gu Zongnan implemented the attitude of "I'm just a naughty kid when my big brother is around."

In the afternoon, Gu Zongnan immediately turned into the cold-faced Mr. Gu and began to watch the game seriously.

The contrast in painting styles was so great that Mr. Mei and Ms. Zhu Zhu were dumbfounded.

Zhu Zhu has successfully expanded her circle of friends with Song Pingqing. In this situation, it is hard not to send a message to Song Pingqing to complain.

"You rich kids are such a contrast."

One is a young lady who looks elegant and noble, wearing high-end custom-made clothes but her social status cannot be seen. However, she is willing to eat spicy noodles and even went to the emergency room for infusion.

The other is a young master who is a combination of a naughty kid and a cold-faced elite. Once he shoulders the responsibility alone, the cold-faced way he asks questions is quite intimidating.

Who could have imagined that he was clamoring to grab the spicy strips in the morning.

The contrast between the two successfully shattered the coal mining couple's stereotype of the wealthy family.

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and replied decisively: "I think you are right."

It's neither sarcastic nor perfunctory.

Just like Song Pingqing had never thought that Murong Xue, with her aloof personality, could actually do things like throwing ink all over the people around her and acting like a spoiled child for milk tea.

People are multifaceted.

It just depends on who you are in front of.