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

Song Pingqing had originally accepted Murong Xue's reason of "being wary of Wen Zhuo talking about work", but after going upstairs, Murong Xue followed Song Pingqing straight back to her room to wash up.

Seeing Song Pingqing's half-smiley eyes, Murongxue felt a little scared: "What are you looking at?"

"You're so old, but you still want to sleep with me." Song Pingqing teased.

"If you mind, I can go back." Murong Xue was actually a little sensitive about the fact that she still needed someone to accompany her to rest after she grew up. She immediately became unhappy when she heard this and turned around to leave.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Song Pingqing quickly held her back, thinking to himself: If I had known she was so thin-skinned, I wouldn't have said that to her.

"I've been too tired recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well, so I want someone to accompany me." Song Pingqing took over another big pot.

"Well, then I'll reluctantly accompany you." Murong Xue decided not to leave immediately.

When he came back late, it was already half past eleven when he finished washing up and lying in bed, which seriously violated Song Pingqing's life principle of "minors are prohibited from staying up late".

Song Pingqing looked at the time and couldn't help feeling unhappy: "Children can't sleep so late!"

Murong Xue was originally leaning against a sleeping doll with her back and holding another sleeping doll in her arms. Hearing the displeasure in Song Pingqing's words, she turned her head to look at her. Sure enough, she looked unhappy.

So Murong Xue gave her the pillow and said, "Don't think about it. You might as well get more sleep instead of being unhappy."

"That's true." Song Pingqing stopped the loss in time, set the alarm on his mobile phone, put it under his pillow, turned off the lights and went to sleep immediately.

Murong Xue sat next to her, and after a while she heard her breathing gradually calm down, obviously she had fallen asleep. Then she reached under Song Pingqing's pillow to touch her cell phone.

In the darkness, the eldest lady quietly turned on her cell phone and listened carefully to see if Song Pingqing was sleeping soundly. Her fingertips operated quickly, while she muttered in her heart: I asked you to set the alarm, I asked you to get up early!

After returning from the Qingming Festival, the three of them had already replaced their mobile phones with the Star Glory II generation.

The mobile phone system of the second generation of Star Glory is completely different from that of the first generation. After nearly half a year of hard work, the second generation has been equipped with the Aoyou system 1.0.3 jointly developed by Yan Que and Huang Ruiyuan.

It runs more smoothly and the operation is simpler. There are two types of power-on passwords: nine-dot drawing and digital password.

Song Pingqing used a digital password, and the date was the company registration date of Mixue Yuecha. She set this password not because there were any secrets in the phone, but simply because she wanted to test the performance of the phone.

Therefore, he did not hide anything from Murong Xue.

Besides, it is normal for good friends to know each other’s mobile phone passwords.

For this reason, Murong Xue easily unlocked Song Pingqing's mobile phone, quickly turned off the alarm for tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, and then stuffed the phone back under Song Pingqing's pillow.

Although this set of movements was done smoothly and in one go, Murong Xue was so nervous that her heart was pounding.

This was the first time in the young lady's life that she had done such a thing behind Song Pingqing's back, but Murong Xue quickly coaxed herself into submission.

After all, the doctor said last year that Song Pingqing lacked sleep! He should sleep more! He should rest more!

She's doing this for her own good.

Thinking of this, Murong Xue turned over, turned her back to Song Pingqing, and fell asleep with the baby in her arms, feeling contented.

Young people are in the period of growth, so they sleep a lot. Without the urging of the alarm clock, Song Pingqing slept until noon.

Poor Wen Zhuo knew nothing about this. He got up at eight in the morning and waited until ten, but there was still no news. So he took the initiative to send a text message to Shen Ci, and Shen Ci told him that the two of them had not gotten up yet.

Wen Zhuo was so excited that he fell backwards.

Little Green Tea collapsed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and wanting to cry but without tears.

Song Pingqing has always been reliable and unwilling to procrastinate on anything. It doesn't take much thought to know that Murong Xue is behind the fact that he sleeps until this hour and doesn't get up to work.

Thinking of the black card that Murong Xue mentioned yesterday, Wen Zhuo's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

The Murong family values ​​Song Pingqing far more than outsiders imagine.

Fortunately, by lunch time, Song Pingqing finally sent him a message.

When he heard his cell phone ring, Wen Zhuo immediately reached for it, but saw a short message on it: "Let's chat at 3 pm."

Wen Zhuo's mouth twitched involuntarily: No other party has done as much as I have, so what else can this be but a complete seller's market?

Back to Song Pingqing, when she woke up and opened her eyes, she was proud for more than ten seconds and thought: Oh, I woke up before the alarm clock rang. I had a really comfortable sleep.

He even stretched leisurely.

But the next second, people were dumbfounded.

Although Murong Xue could turn off the alarm on her mobile phone, she was not yet domineering enough to control the sunlight.

The sunlight that shines into the house through the curtains cannot lie; it is definitely not what the sunlight looks like at eight o'clock in the morning.

Song Pingqing sat up from the bed, reached out for the mobile phone under the pillow and took out a look: OK, OK, I slept from 11:30 one night to 11:30 another.

Fortunately, I managed to confirm Shen Ci and Wu Qiming's afternoon time before lunch, and also contacted Gu Zongnan by phone.

Nowadays, Gu Zongnan always spends his weekends at Xingyao Group. He goes there after class on Friday afternoon and stays until Monday morning. The intensity of the work is even more tiring than going to school.

This has nothing to do with Yan Que being here.

In the past six months since Yan Que started running back and forth, although Gu Zongnan arranged a special plane to pick her up, and the two of them would occasionally chat on the phone about the knowledge points that Gu Zongnan did not learn in class, they had never met inside the Xingyao Group.

There is a tacit understanding among them that "friendship will never be brought into the workplace of Xingyao Group."

Honghu Game Company is a small project that Gu Zongnan invested in to make himself happy.

But Xingyao Group is completely different.

Under Song Pingqing's deliberate guidance, this was no longer a simple rebellious act of a child who wanted to prove his vision and strength to his father.

Instead, it is an act of patriotism to take the opportunity to overtake the American fruit company and be the first to seize the smart phone market.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Cash ability is also a kind of ability.

The employees of Xingyao Group have the following impression of Mr. Gu: he is young, but very difficult to mess with.

He was decisive and resolute in killing. He spoke in a sarcastic tone and acted without mercy.

If anyone dares to leak the secret, we will send Gu’s legal department to send him to jail.

Not counting the big purge when he just took over the Xingyao Group, in just the six months from the first generation to the second generation of Xingyao, Gu Zongnan had already sent three people to sing Tears Behind Bars.