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

This is probably the confidence that a genius has in his own strength. With Huang Ruiyuan's ability, as long as he doesn't make any principled mistakes, it will probably take him only a few years to become a technical backbone of the Xingyao Group with an annual salary of one million.

Song Pingqing hung up the phone and sighed.

Murong Xue came out of the bathroom in her room after washing up, and just happened to hear: "Why are you sighing suddenly?"

“I wish I were a genius.”

When Song Pingqing heard Gu Zongnan say that Huang Ruiyuan had signed the IOU, he immediately understood why Baimao Tiandao was so angry when he sent the message.

If a person's talent can lead to unimaginable progress in technology, it is no surprise that it can also change the fate of many people.

Perhaps in the previous "established" track, Huang Ruiyuan lost a lot and embarked on a completely different path.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing who was lost in thought and didn't understand why she made such an expression, but soon, Murong Xue said.

"Actually, if you think about it from another perspective, you are also a person with super powers."

"Hmm?" Song Pingqing's thoughts had not yet been pulled away from Huang Ruiyuan's matter. After hearing Murong Xue's words, he was stunned for a moment and then quickly smiled.

"Are you kidding? What kind of superpowers can I have? I'm just an ordinary person."

Murong Xue sat on the bed, holding a large pink doll that Song Pingqing had made for her. She said in a calm tone with a hint of ridicule, "The ability to make money is also a superpower."

Song Pingqing let out an "ah", then he smiled after realizing what was happening. How come he had never realized that Murong Xue had such a talent for abstract and dry humor?

"Thank you. My money power is nothing compared to yours."

"It's okay, you are my good friend, I allow you to share my money ability."

Murong Xue stretched out her hands and rubbed the doll in her arms. She looked no different from an ordinary girl, but her words still had the flavor of a domineering CEO:

"You can swipe as much as you want, as long as you are happy."

Murong Xue thought that what she said was quite good.

Unexpectedly, Song Pingqing looked at him strangely and asked, "Have you been secretly reading novels online recently?"

"Why do you ask such a weird question? How can I have the time to read novels?" Murong Xue was confused.

Why wasn't Song Pingqing moved? Not only was she not moved, but she also had such a strange expression on her face?

"Then why did you make such confusing remarks?" Song Pingqing almost felt that Murong Xue was possessed by the overbearing CEO in the novel.

"Is there anything wrong with this statement?" Murong Xue also felt that the other party was puzzled. "Are you doubting my sincerity?"

Never mind, maybe this is the style of middle school students.

Song Pingqing immediately shook his head: "Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air. I have no such intention!"

Murong Xue was not satisfied with her reaction. She snorted and fell onto Song Pingqing's bed, as if to say: I will sleep here with you.

I don’t know when it started, but Murong Xue became more and more clingy.

Aunt Zhang seemed to have noticed something and had already replaced the four-piece set in Song Pingqing's room with the same silk set as Murong Xue's, but with a different color and style.

Song Pingqing: I always feel that my independent living space is being squeezed!

At the end of November, the weather was getting colder day by day. Once we put on thick clothes, we felt a little stuffy.

Song Pingqing saw a new hairstyle in some fashion magazine and immediately made an appointment for a stylist to come to her home.

A brand new wolf-tail short hairstyle, the back of the hair is dyed dark brown, and the front bangs are dyed grayish white.

After sitting on the chair for eight hours, Song Pingqing began to twist and turn in front of the mirror, admiring herself crazily.

[Ah, it’s so good to be young. I have the same gray hair color, but why do I look so lively and pretty? ]

Murong Xue came out of the room and happened to see this scene. She took a glass of water and stood quietly aside watching Song Pingqing posing in a messy manner.

After a long while, Murong Xue said, "Actually, I think... well... this is just my personal suggestion..."

It was rare for Murong Xue to be so hesitant. Song Pingqing was surprised to hear this: "What's wrong? Just tell me."

"It's pretty, but it would look even better with earrings." Murong Xue thought for a moment, "But piercing the ears..."

Before Murongxue finished her words, Song Pingqing said, "Then get your ears pierced."

Murong Xue's hand holding the cup froze: "I mean, I can customize some ear clips."

Song Pingqing turned his head and said, "That's too much trouble."

Seeing Song Pingqing eager to try and wish he could get his ears pierced the next day, Murong Xue felt that she had made the most inappropriate suggestion.

So he immediately spoke up, trying to get the situation back on track, with a slightly anxious tone: "No, no trouble, just send a message and it will be customized!"

"Oh...but what I mean is that wearing ear clips is troublesome. Not as convenient as ear studs." Song Pingqing still wanted to pierce her ears.

"No, it's not a problem." Murong Xue tried to get things back on track again, "Don't forget, you're still a minor. I don't know if your parents would agree. But our father wouldn't allow minors to get their ears pierced."

Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan certainly don't care about this, but President Murong Ba can indeed easily control Song Pingqing's existence.

"......" Song Pingqing suddenly became depressed, "Okay, let's just pick the ear clips."

It’s better to be honest.

Murong Xue had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Song Pingqing say, "Wait until I'm an adult."

This person is really a thief with a heart of evil. Murong Xue immediately picked up her phone and sent a message.

Your friend Murong Xue used her money to customize more than 200 luxurious ear clips for you in an attempt to dissuade you from getting your ears pierced.

Song Pingqing is a master of talking nonsense. Although he did have such a thought, he forgot it the moment he said it.

She forgot, but Murong Xue could not forget it, and those second parties that Murong Xue paid for could not forget it even more.

A week later, Song Pingqing looked at the valuable Huanghuali dressing box that Wu Lide had brought in and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"The eldest lady asked me to get it. She said it was a gift for you." The box in Wu Lide's hand was really heavy. "Where do you plan to put it?"

"On the dressing table." Song Pingqing said.

After Wu Lide left, Song Pingqing casually opened the dressing box, which was filled with all kinds of ear clips.

There are all kinds of craftsmanship and all kinds of styles.

One of the shiny little ear clips is made of platinum and is very suitable for Song Pingqing's current cool and handsome style.

Among the many ear clips, only this pair was placed alone in a small grid.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but reach out and pick it up.