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

What is the most fun thing in the world?

Of course, it’s eating melons.

What’s more fun?

Eat melon at close range.

What’s more fun than eating melons up close is, of course, watching handsome men and beautiful women broadcast the latest melons online, which is guaranteed to quench your thirst (and make you feel refreshed).

If we add the buff of the "domineering president" asking his stand-in to get back together, this melon will become even more interesting.

The night enveloped the bustling city, and the bright lights reflected everything in the house on the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mr. Qi is worthy of being the CEO of a certain company. His execution ability to get back his substitute ex-girlfriend is extremely strong. He was rejected by Bai Yueguang one foot and he ran to Yang Tao the next foot.

The switch is faster than some companies switch from Plan A to Plan B.

Song Pingqing seriously suspected that there were C and D behind them.

Mr. Qi walked up to Yang Tao holding his bouquet of second-hand roses, cleared his throat, and spoke in a greasy tone:

"Taozi, I know I hurt you before, but I know I was wrong."

"I am willing to spend my whole life to make amends. Can you please give me a chance to love you again?"

This tone was totally inconsistent with the look of deep affection he could create even for a dog.

Hearing what he said, even Song Pingqing, who always claimed that he was used to seeing bloody plots in novels, couldn't help but grin.

I thought I was going to see some exciting plot, but it turns out that the CEO of the number one novel website in the industry has such poor literary literacy.

Song Pingqing: Even if you read a few books of substitute literature, the lines wouldn't be so awkward.

Song Pingqing thought there was nothing fun to watch, but unexpectedly, Yang Tao's first words were a critical hit.

Yang Tao looked at this handsome but hateful ex-lover with a half-smile, and spoke in a gentle and playful tone, as if she had designed a trap and was waiting for the other party to fall into it: "Boss Qi, do you know the formula for summing the difference ratio?"

What the hell?

When Yang Tao said this, everyone present was stunned.

What is the difference sum formula?

Such a strange thing.

Song Pingqing: My goodness, if the math teacher hadn’t happened to expand on this when he was explaining a problem in class last semester, I would have no idea what you were talking about.

The full name of the difference ratio sum formula is the difference ratio series sum formula. It is a new series obtained by multiplying an arithmetic series and a geometric series.

This is something that is only taught in high schools, but in Baihua Academy it has to be learned in the first grade of junior high school, so the sixth grade math teacher will mention it more.

But this is not important. What is important is that Song Pingqing could hear that Yang Tao was cursing.

"What is that?" Mr. Qi was confused by the question. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

"What I mean is," Yang Tao cleared her throat, imitating what Mr. Qi had done just now, "You don't even know the formula for summing up a difference like yours, so how can you be qualified to do so?"

The office was already quiet at this time, and everyone was working overtime. After Yang Tao said this, the atmosphere inside and outside the room became stagnant, as if a needle falling on the ground would be discovered.

The bodyguards standing by still looked serious and stern, but their hearts were already filled with turmoil: "Okay, okay, is it popular to curse like this now? It seems that you are relying on us being here, and you are really not afraid of a fight."

Song Pingqing showed a very playful expression, and looked at Yang Tao with a little more appreciation.

Song Pingqing: It's no wonder that I dug up the star fruit. I can curse people in my own style!

"Are you cursing?" Mr. Qi finally reacted and activated his Dragon Roar skill, "I pay you a salary! I support you! How dare you curse me?"

"You paid me a salary because I worked for you. If you don't pay me, you're violating the Labor Law!" Yang Tao retorted. Although he was ten centimeters shorter, he was much more imposing.

"Besides, it's not you who is paying me now. I'm working for Duoyi Company now."

"Taozi, when did you become so powerful?" Mr. Qi's expression seemed as if Yang Tao had done something extremely dirty. "We had an old relationship after all."

Yang Tao was speechless and smiled, "Boss Qi, does your childhood sweetheart know you are here?"

Yang Tao: I won’t prove myself. I met him just to vent my anger.

"Does your little childhood sweetheart know that you gave the flowers you intended for her to someone else?"

Mr. Qi's face turned pale, and he couldn't even maintain his outward warmth.

His expression darkened: "Are you provoking me?"

However, he soon smiled again, leaning back on the guest sofa in a very casual posture, with his arms outstretched and his legs crossed:

"Taozi, since you know who this flower was originally given to, it seems that you have been paying attention to me silently."

"I'll give you a chance. How about it? Do you want to make peace with me?"

Song Pingqing: The sofa is dirty.

Zhao Lei: When will the boss let me throw this thing away? It’s so annoying to look at it.

"I thought today is Chinese Valentine's Day, not Ghost Festival, so why did they let something like you out?" Yang Tao heard the sound of water boiling and walked over to make tea.

Mr. Qi thought that the tea was for him, but he saw that Yang Tao, holding the teacup, did not come towards him at all, but walked towards the darker half of the office where the lights were not turned on.

He suddenly noticed a familiar-looking girl sitting on the chairman's office chair. She was dressed in a slightly rebellious but not overly ostentatious black outfit. She had her elbows resting on the spotless desk, her hands supporting her head with her fingers crossed, and was looking at him with a lazy but cold gaze.

The moment the two looked at each other, Song Pingqing smiled provocatively.

"who are you?"

As soon as he said this, Song Pingqing immediately smiled with a strong sense of sarcasm, and even Yang Tao looked at him in disbelief.

Does this guy still remember that it was him who asked Yang Tao to poach Song Pingqing?

"Oh... So you don't know me." Song Pingqing picked up the teacup, "Then what are you doing in my office?"

Mr. Qi's expression suddenly turned ugly, and it was obvious that he finally remembered who was sitting in front of him.

So he smiled awkwardly and tried to explain, "Of course I know you, Screenwriter Song. We met before at the Wu family's cocktail party. Have you forgotten?"

Song Pingqing didn't intend to save his face at all, and turned to Yang Tao and said, "Look, even the Sichuan Opera's face-changing is not as fast as his."

"Mr. Qi has always been an expert in this." Yang Tao immediately agreed.

"Is this Duoyi Company owned by Mr. Song?" Mr. Qi flattered, "You are really young and promising."

Song Pingqing put down the teacup in his hand, looked at him indifferently, and said in a flat tone: "Boss Qi, instead of pursuing your girlfriend on Chinese Valentine's Day, you came to my company to harass my employees, disturbed my bodyguards, and even went to my office. What's going on?"