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

After his lofty ambitions, Song Pingqing immediately fell into a very embarrassing situation.

She is rich, she is really rich. In this situation, what Song Pingqing lacks is not money but people.

Song Pingqing held the information in his left hand and covered his face helplessly with his right hand.

The slender, bony fingers gently rubbed his forehead.

No wonder RMB players spend money to buy calipers to stack up characters, because when they need them, they really feel that they don’t have enough.

Song Pingqing's gaze involuntarily fell on Zhao Lei, as if he was thinking about whether it was feasible to let him do this matter.

If it were in the past, Song Pingqing would never dare to transfer his personal bodyguard from his original position without permission.

But now she has the black card in her hand, and all she needs to become the real adopted daughter of the Murong family is the banquet next week.

It's just a transfer of a bodyguard, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

The idea of ​​transferring Zhao Lei away was about to come out, but when the words came to his lips, Song Pingqing hesitated again.

"You go back first, I'll think about it."

Song Pingqing is definitely a conservative. When faced with this situation, the first solution she thought of was to ask for advice from someone more experienced.

Who has more experience?

Of course it’s Murong Xue.

When it comes to being Mr. Murong's daughter, who could be more skilled than Murong Xue?

At this critical moment when there is money to be made and projects to be discussed, Song Pingqing has no interest in playing games at all.

He hurriedly put on his headphones and said to Gu Zongnian, who was already tired of waiting, "I have something to do. I'll go to the dungeon with you guys tomorrow."

Then he hurriedly exited the voice room and logged off the game.

Only Gu Zongnan was left as a meat shield, standing in front of the quest monster.

I can’t kill him by beating him, and I can’t die by dying.

Gu Zongnan: There is definitely something wrong with this game mechanism.

It’s still good for the squad leader Zheng Jiu who played World of Warcraft together. He quickly finished his dinner and went online, running over to help Gu Zongnan kill the monster.

Zheng Jiu: A person who is usually so rebellious that he can smash the windows of the teacher's office. However, when choosing a gaming profession, he did not choose a cool and free-spirited high-damage melee fighter, but instead chose a big meat shield.

Gu Zongnian's thoughts are really extraordinary~

Song Pingqing didn't care at all about how Gu Zongnan escaped from the clutches of the mission monster. She was now thinking about how to ask Murong Xue for advice.

Or... go there in person? I don't seem to have anything to do at home anyway.

With such a wealthy family, it is definitely not Song Pingqing's turn to take care of Xiuxiu.

So Zhao Lei had just driven out for less than ten minutes when he received a call from Song Pingqing: "Please take me to the villa."

"Okay." Zhao Lei was not at all displeased that his boss was so fickle, and immediately turned around to pick up Song Pingqing.

Watching Song Pingqing carrying the icy cold milk tea upstairs, which even had a thin layer of water droplets on the wall of the cup, Murong Xue snorted softly:

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

Oops, it was predicted.

Song Pingqing stood beside Murong Xue's desk and smiled awkwardly.

Seeing Song Pingqing looking a little embarrassed and his eyes starting to wander, Murong Xue reached out and took the orange stick from Song Pingqing without hesitation:

"What are you still standing there for? Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's not like you're short of money right after I gave you the black card, right?"

"That's not it." Facing Murong Xue's gaze, Song Pingqing took a deep breath, "I want to transfer Zhao Lei away."

This sentence shocked Murong Xue so much that she even said Wu Qiming's words:

"How rare."

"When I said I wanted to transfer him away, you didn't want to and insisted on keeping him. Why do you suddenly want to transfer him away now?"

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing, but in her heart she was wondering if Zhao Lei was restless and that was why Song Pingqing couldn't tolerate it anymore.

In short, no matter whose fault it is, it will never be Song Pingqing's fault.

"That's not the case. Mainly, I want him to be my full-time assistant instead of a bodyguard."

Song Pingqing sat down next to Murong Xue and told her everything that happened at Duoyi Video the past two days and his plan to acquire Lujiang today.

After a pause, Song Pingqing added some information about how Zhao Lei took the initiative to volunteer to poach people when Weika was being prepared.

“He’s got great abilities.”

Murong Xue drank orange juice while listening to Song Pingqing quietly.

Murong Xue waited until Song Pingqing thought he had made himself clear before she put down the orange juice and said, "I understand. So it's not that you don't like him and want to transfer him away, but that you think he is more suitable for the position of assistant."

Song Pingqing nodded.

He had no idea that Murong Xue had silently retracted the forty-meter-long sword.

Murong Xue, a young lady who appears to be arrogant on the surface, can secretly come up with countless legal means to achieve her goals.

"You can transfer if you think it's appropriate." Murong Xue picked up the orange juice cup again, "Why did you come to tell me? Do you want me to find you another captain of your personal bodyguards?"

It's not impossible. After all, when Murong Xue was planning to transfer Zhao Lei, she had already asked people to pay attention to his successor.

"I don't know if this is appropriate, so I came to ask you."

Murong Xue stroked the cup with her slender white fingertips, looking at Song Pingqing with a half-smile: "I was wondering why you came all the way here to make orange juice for me."

"So you really have something to ask for, so you come here to show your courtesy."

"This is an attempt to steal someone from the security company."

......Song Pingqing was slightly embarrassed: "I just missed you and found an excuse to come and see you."

Knowing that Song Pingqing was just forcing herself to save face, Murong Xue still chose to let her go: "Just quit while you're ahead."

Hearing Murongxue say this, Song Pingqing knew that there was no big problem with this matter, and smiled awkwardly: "Do you want to go to my house for a clay pot stew? I'll cook."

Murong Xue: Who did she learn this way of being attentive from?

"I don't want to eat what you cook. Your clay pot stew is not as delicious as your grandma's." Murong Xue picked up.

Song Pingqing had no reason to be unhappy that Murong Xue was willing to patronize her family's small restaurant. She didn't care at all whether the young lady disliked her cooking skills, and agreed without hesitation:

"Then let's go to the restaurant to eat. Zhao Lei is still waiting at the door."

After all, the clay pot stew made by Old Lady Song is indeed the most delicious. Song Pingqing can only learn the appearance but cannot make the most essential taste.

In fact, Old Lady Song also liked this down-to-earth eldest daughter, but because the gap between her family and the Murong family was too big, it was difficult for her to express it.

Otherwise, I would have started the "invite your friends to my home" mode a long time ago.

Song Pingqing called the hotel. When Old Mrs. Song heard the call, she was delighted and immediately clamored to kill the newly arrived boss.

The big goose couldn't figure out why it died inexplicably: I thought I was also biting someone!