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

The drip was started at two o'clock, and Murong Xue called at two-thirty-three.

Who dares not to accept this?

Song Pingqing felt a little guilty. This feeling was even more panicking than when a naughty child got into trouble and was caught by his parents.

Although panicked, someone still answered the phone honestly.

"Why do you have gastroenteritis?" Murong Xue's clear and cool voice came from the other side. Her tone was flat, but with a concern that only people who were very familiar with her could hear.

Song Pingqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, and Zhao Lei, who was sitting beside the bed, were both shocked.

Zhao Lei was the only one who knew about eating spicy strips, and he kept the matter a secret, not daring to reveal a single detail to anyone.

Seeing Zhao Lei shaking his head into a mosaic, Song Pingqing said calmly, "I ate too much. There are too many delicious foods in Anshi. I couldn't help myself."

How is this not the truth? It just doesn't say that the culprit is spicy noodles.

Murong Xue was silent for a moment, thinking that this was something Song Pingqing could do, so she said, "When will you be back? Then let Aunt Zhang take good care of you."

"I plan to take a rest and visit Yan Que's studio tomorrow afternoon. It will probably be the day after tomorrow before I go back." Song Pingqing reported his itinerary.

"Got it." Murong Xue said these three words and hung up the phone.

Song Pingqing was staring blankly at the disconnected phone.

Song Pingqing: She is so cold. But she cares about me and even asked Aunt Zhang to treat me!

Zhao Lei didn't stay in a daze. He let out a breath with lingering fear.

Fortunately, the boss reacted quickly and nothing was exposed.

Zhao Lei: We are indeed people who have a common secret, but the difference is that I am the only grasshopper.

After the infusion, I went back to the hotel. Yan Que came to visit me and said, "I didn't expect you to get sick at a time like this. I could see from the stage that your complexion was not right."

Yan Que came in a wheelchair, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously he had been staying up late recently.

"You can't eat anything now, so I brought you some documents." Yan Que handed the bag hanging on the wheelchair to Zhao Lei.

Song Pingqing's face was full of questions: ...Are you a devil? You come to visit the patient and bring documents to him? Excuse me, do you still remember that I am your future investor?

Gu Zongnian came in at this time, holding two Anshi specialty roujiamo in his hands: "Brother! Let me tell you! The snacks in their school cafeteria are really delicious! When I came here before, I ate four in one go! Look! I brought two more for you!"

Song Pingqing: I look like I can eat?

Sometimes it's frustrating to have friends like this.

Although this world is not the same as that world, Song Pingqing really empathized with Mr. Shi Tiesheng inexplicably at this moment.

Song Pingqing: You didn’t treat me as a patient, but you didn’t treat me as a human being either!

This can be considered as controlling Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing: Workers can ask for leave to rest when they are unwell, but when a boss is unwell, not only is it difficult for her to rest, but she will also be blocked in the room by people who want to take money out of her pocket.

How absurd! It's really going against the will of Heaven.

However, when Song Pingqing came back to his senses from his "anger", he reluctantly began to look through the more detailed version of the project book brought by Yan Que.

"What do you plan to name your company?" Song Pingqing tapped the project book and pointed at the words on the letterhead and asked, "You can't just call it 'Game Company', right?"

"I want to discuss the name with you." Yan Que was very serious when talking about the name.

"I want to name the company Qingque. Qingque Game Company, what do you think?"

not so good.

This name awakened some of Song Pingqing's more subtle memories, and a big "embarrassment" emerged in his heart.

"You want to name your company Green Bird? What's your idea?"

With this name, aren't you afraid that the workers will just slack off and play mahjong?

Wouldn't that mean bankruptcy in minutes?

Song Pingqing: This Galaxy Baseball Man has deep doubts about the working conditions of the workers under this name.

"Your name is Pingqing, and mine is Yanque. You pay the money, and I work hard. Doesn't it seem there's anything wrong with naming it this way?"

Yan Que didn't know why Song Pingqing was so shocked, and thought that the name he gave was not nice.

Such a pure palace.

However, Song Pingqing still shook his head firmly.

Song Pingqing: I haven't come to Xueqing Company with my eldest daughter yet, why are you here at Qingque? No, no, absolutely not.

Although Murong Xue rarely showed possessiveness towards her friends, the most obvious time was when she threw the watch given to Song Pingqing by Wu Qiming and worn for several years into the trash can.

But as an excellent follower, Song Pingqing knew how strong Murong Xue's possessiveness of friendship was just based on her attitude that time.

Song Pingqing: I, Song Pingqing, will definitely not go dancing in the minefield of a young lady.

"Let's change it. Naming people by their first names always feels weird."

Song Pingqing made up a not-so-convincing reason, but she was the one who paid the money after all, and Yan Que couldn't force her if she refused openly, but he felt a little disappointed.

Gu Zongnian finally raised his head from the meat buns and said, "No, even if you named the company after your name, didn't you forget about me? I also want to invest money in it."

Yan Que looked at the little brat Gu Zongnan in front of him, who had a greasy mouth and looked unremarkable, and pursed his lips slightly.

"Let's change it." Yan Que compromised with Song Pingqing's suggestion before he had time to feel disappointed.

Yan Que: I really don’t want to mix my name with his name, it always feels greasy.

Yan Que: Thank you, Boss Song, for giving me this way out.

After all, compared with the investment of real money, this little thought of wanting to get closer to Song Pingqing is not that important.

Gu Zongnan was quite insensitive sometimes. He continued to gnaw on the roujiamo in his hand, without any awareness that he was being inexplicably disliked.

"Then what name should we give it?" Yan Que looked hesitant.

"Why not just call it Wuming?" Song Pingqing was really bad at naming things. "Wuming Game Company?"

Black Water: I seem to feel like someone is queering me?

"Doesn't that sound like it was invested by that fat guy?" Gu Zongnian was the first to protest, "Wuming, Wu Qiming?"

Although Wu Qiming has successfully lost weight, Gu Zongnan still insists on calling him "little fat boy" behind his back.

Song Pingqing felt like there were countless Liu Xiao Ling Tongs shouting in his head, "I'm so annoyed." Coupled with his physical discomfort, he couldn't help but angrily say, "I'm so annoyed! Then what do you call it?"

"Just call me Honghu." Gu Zongnan threw the plastic bag into the trash can, took a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and finally showed a serious look as if he was talking about business.

"Since Yan Que is the main person in charge and we are just paying the bills, why not just call it Honghu Game Company?"

"Isn't it 'How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan'?"

"Why don't we just open a Honghu Game Company and tell them that Yanque not only understands the ambition of a Honghu, but Yanque also has the ambition of a Honghu!"

The tone of Gu Zongnan when he said this was especially like that of a little brat.

But Yan Que suddenly felt that Gu Zongnan was not as greasy as he had imagined.