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

Seeing Murong Xue suddenly come in, President Murong Ba coughed uncomfortably:

"Did you know that Song Pingqing went to another company to poach people?"

Automatically ignore Wu Qiming.

"Yes." Murong Xue walked in and sat down. "I knew about their plan to kidnap people the same day."

Unlike you, you only know about it after the company is established.

When Murong Xue said this, there was a hint of childish pride in her tone, a hint that she wanted to hide but failed to do so, as if she was showing off to Murong Bazong that they were in the same group as her.

President Murong Ba's expression suddenly turned cold, and his tone was stern: "Don't show your emotions on your face. How come you can't even hide your little thoughts?"

The little joy and complacency that Murong Xue had just shown disappeared in an instant, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

"Do I need to tell you this? You're going to be thirteen soon..."

Secretary Li didn't dare to listen to the Crown Princess being scolded, so he quietly closed the door and went out.

President Murong Ba's scolding was isolated as the wooden door was closed, and could not be heard at all.

Secretary Li went downstairs and arranged, "Make some desserts for the young lady and send them up later."

It was Song Pingqing's voice that suddenly sounded, with a hint of questioning in his tone: "She is in a bad mood? Why?"

Secretary Li never said anything unnecessary or did anything unnecessary. He asked the kitchen to make dessert for Murong Xue for no reason. In addition, Song Pingqing had argued with Murong Bazong over milk tea before...

Why did he ask someone to make desserts for Murong Xue?

Song Pingqing was deceiving people from the very beginning.

Secretary Li looked back at Song Pingqing and saw a young girl wearing sportswear and exuding the vigor and vitality of a workout, standing there with a tennis racket on her back.

It was a tennis racket with super high technology, limited to five in the world and not sold to the public. Two of the other four were sent to top professional athletes to compete on the court, and the other two were sent to a wealthy man from the United States and a British aristocrat respectively.

The one in Song Pingqing's hand was given to Murong Xue by Murong Bazong after someone else gave it to him. At that time, the tennis racket temporarily passed through Secretary Li's hands.

You know, this tennis racket was handed to Murong Xue by Secretary Li personally on the night of April 30th when Murong Xue just came back from vacation. And now it was delivered to Song Pingqing today?

Does Song Pingqing know what level this racket is?

Secretary Li originally had no intention of revealing to Song Pingqing what happened upstairs. After all, for "Su Peisheng", the most important thing is to be sincere and tight-lipped.

But when Secretary Li saw the tennis racket on Song Pingqing's back, he immediately changed his mind.

Whether "Su Peisheng" tells the truth or not and how much he talks depends on who he is talking to.

No matter how high Mr. Li's emotional intelligence is, it is difficult for him to resolve the conflict between the father and daughter, regardless of his status or age.

"Did Miss Song go to the tennis court to play?"

Every household has swimming pools and private gyms, but for sports like tennis and badminton that the wealthy prefer, they have to go to professional venues managed by the villa area property management.

"Yes, Xue'er gave it to me last night. I went to the tennis hall today and found a coach for a trial lesson to see if it's suitable for me." Seeing that Secretary Li didn't give a direct answer, Song Pingqing knew that it might be difficult for him to answer this question, so he asked, "Is my godfather home?"

"Yes." Hearing Song Pingqing's answer, Secretary Li's mouth twitched. He tried to hold back, but in the end he couldn't help it.

"Miss Song, you should take good care of this racket."

"Huh?" Song Pingqing didn't react.

"There are only five of these rackets in the world. They are not for sale to the public and have no market price." Secretary Li added, "This was a gift they gave to Mr. when I went to discuss business last month. I just brought it back yesterday and gave it to Miss in person."

Song Pingqing: A horseman rides in the dust, and the concubine smiles. No one knows that it is the lychees coming. You are so excited, it turns out that you are that horseman.

Wait a minute? ...No, President Murong Ba is back. Are you here to pass on the gift he gave to Murong Xue?

Huh? ? Is it so troublesome for a father to give his daughter a gift? This is not a Rolls-Royce that the president can't lift with one hand.

Besides, even if you're giving me a Rolls-Royce, you could at least give me the car keys in person, right?

For a moment, Song Pingqing's mind was full of complaints.

"Does Xueer know that this thing was a gift from her father?" Song Pingqing asked.

"know."

Hearing this answer, Song Pingqing turned around and rushed upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Secretary Li asked anxiously.

Miss Song!!! Miss Song!!! I have revealed so much information to you, why don’t you go and ease the precarious relationship between the father and daughter who are quarreling upstairs!

If Song Pingqing knew what Secretary Li was thinking at this moment, he would definitely respond without hesitation: "You know shit."

Song Pingqing: I guessed that the father and daughter upstairs might be arguing, but I think in order to prevent things from getting worse, it would be better not to let President Murong see that the gift he brought back from thousands of miles away was casually given away by his daughter.

Song Pingqing quickly hid the "stolen goods" and went downstairs.

Oh? Why is it "stolen goods"? Of course, it's because this thing is the ironclad evidence of the young lady's partiality~

Five minutes later, Song Pingqing called upstairs.

"Put Xue'er down to drink fruit tea."

The call was made to Murong Xue's cell phone.

But the call was answered by Mr. Murong.

What a coincidence, isn't it? Song Pingqing predicted the behavior of the father and daughter, and pointed directly at Mr. Murong Ba. This was meant for him.

The tone of this sentence was extremely intimidating, even a little cruel.

It's like some families living on the lower floors, with the child playing downstairs and the child's mother screaming and issuing an ultimatum from upstairs, urging the child to go home for dinner, with that cruel feeling that if the child doesn't come home within three minutes, the mother will pick up a rolling pin and go downstairs to beat the child.

The boss in question replied stiffly, "I know," and then hung up the phone in seconds.

Logically speaking, Song Pingqing's phone call was extremely rude both in terms of timing and content.

But what was strange was that Murong and his daughter both inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the call.

Murong Ba Zong: Fortunately, there is a sensible adopted daughter at home who came to rescue me. I felt something was wrong after just a few words. But Secretary Li is usually such a smart person, how could she run away at this time? !

Murong Xue: Wow, not only did she come to rescue me, she also made me fruit tea!

Secretary Li followed Song Pingqing and watched her make drinks. He was shocked. "How dare you call like that? How dare you talk to your husband like that?"

Secretary Li almost fainted just now.

Secretary Li: I’m telling you the news, not for you to rush into it blindly!

"Uncle Li, you've been traveling with your foster father all day, so you probably don't see the children at home very often."

Secretary Li nodded.

"If you finally get home and scold your child as soon as you see him, will he still have a good relationship with you?" Song Pingqing hit the lemon in the cup vigorously. "Or, do you think your child will still want you as a father if you do this?"

Secretary Li was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about these questions.