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

Song Pingqing took out his cell phone, and there was a bar of signal on it, which was intermittent.

She tried the call again and this time it went through.

She turned on Gu Zongnian's camera and explained to Murong's bodyguards on the map that they might be closest to that road at the moment. The next step was to see how the bodyguards would find them.

The noise of the phone call was so loud that the other three were woken up. Seeing that Song Pingqing was actually making a phone call, they took out their cell phones and started checking the signal.

Wu Qiming was the first one to see the one-bar signal. In order to prevent his parents from worrying, he called his sister without hesitation.

Gu Zongnan yelled and called his parents.

The Gu couple had no idea that their son was being collectively intercepted. They were scared to death when they received the call and immediately notified their bodyguards to go there and called the police.

Of course, Murong Xue also called Murong Ba and briefly told him the current situation. Neither the father nor the daughter said much, and the call lasted less than a minute.

On the contrary, it was Song Pingqing who was the last one to hang up the phone because the signal was intermittent and he had to confirm the bodyguards' license plate numbers.

"Don't go to the side of the road yet. In case they have people searching along the road, you might get caught at the end."

Song Pingqing nodded with a strange expression: "Don't worry, if the bodyguards pass by, we will know."

"How do we know?" Murong Xue asked.

"I asked them to set up a speaker and play DJ music along the way so that if we pass by, we can hear it."

"At the same time, the vehicles kept a distance of two kilometers from each other. When we heard the first car, we called the bodyguards and got in the car behind."

In this time when there is no location sharing, this trick is useful, but it is socially unacceptable.

It seems like the ghost fire boy that he hated the most in his previous life.

After arranging the pick-up, the sky had become a little brighter. Song Pingqing finally had time to check Murong Xue's sprained ankle. He saw that Murong Xue's right ankle was swollen and twisted at a very abnormal angle.

"How come it's so badly sprained!" Song Pingqing gasped.

The sprain was so severe that she only groaned last night when it was injured.

The three of them looked at Murong Xue with awe in their expressions.

Song Pingqing's os: Is she the heroine of some sadistic novel? She didn't even cry out in pain after being twisted like this?

Wu Qiming os: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what should I say to ease the atmosphere! ! ! !

Gu Zongnan: Awesome, I want to kowtow to my sister.

About forty minutes later, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the faint sound of DJ drums could be heard. Song Pingqing tried to make a phone call, but the rain affected the signal and he could not make the call.

So she carried Murong Xue on her back again. Although her legs were shaking badly and she walked slowly, she still managed to carry her to the side of the road.

Fortunately, this road is not a highway but a provincial road. It is not that dangerous to stand beside it. You just have to climb a slope to get up.

Song Pingqing tried to dial the phone again and this time he was successfully connected. He communicated the location with the bodyguards. The first two cars had already driven a long way away, so he could only find a place to turn around and look for people.

Fortunately, the third car was still on the road.

"You two stay down there and guard her while I climb up."

Song Pingqing arranged.

The slope was very steep and slippery due to the rain. Song Pingqing rolled or slid down the slope three times before he found the technique to keep stable.

She didn't care about getting dirty and laid her whole body on the slope to increase the contact area so as to ensure that she would not slide down while being able to move slowly up.

Song Pingqing reached out and pulled the grass growing on the slope. Some of the grasses had deep roots that he could use to hold on to and climb up.

Fortunately, her grip and upper limb strength were well trained. Although she was young and climbed slowly, she finally climbed up.

The coat was dirty and wet, so Song Pingqing simply took off the dirty camouflage coat and waved it at the agreed frequency while standing on the side of the road.

She was only wearing a slightly tight tank top, revealing her muscular and plump arms, which looked particularly dazzling in the cool spring breeze.

Murong Xue at the bottom of the slope couldn't see clearly, but she felt that this man's training was not as useless as she imagined. At least this figure looked extremely handsome at this moment!

If the atmosphere wasn't so tense, she would definitely praise her, and then hear the other party's very narcissistic reply: "That's right, don't you see who I am!"

Ten minutes later, a car finally stopped.

There was a bodyguard in the driver's seat and the co-driver's seat respectively. They hurriedly got out of the car, but only saw Song Pingqing, whose face was covered with scratches from stolen goods and whose body was terribly dirty. They hurriedly asked:

"Where's the eldest lady?"

As he spoke, he took off his coat and covered Song Pingqing's head with it.

"At the bottom of the slope, it was too slippery on a rainy day. She sprained her ankle badly and couldn't climb up." Song Pingqing didn't act pretentiously. Her nose tip was red from the cold, and she quickly put on her bodyguard's coat.

He added, "The other two probably can't climb up either. One of you has to go down."

The bodyguards were professional in the rescue, one slid down the slope with a rope, while another made a phone call to other bodyguards from above.

In just twenty minutes, everyone was finally brought up.

So everyone had their own division of labor, some reported safety, some contacted the hospital.

Murongxue didn't call, so Song Pingqing walked over tremblingly: "Don't you want to call your uncle?"

"The bodyguard has told him. I will wait until we get to the hospital before fighting." Murong Xue held out her hand.

Song Pingqing stretched out his hand to shake it, but then he felt a burning pain in his palm. He looked down and saw that it was not only dirty, but also covered with tiny scratches and cracks.

He couldn't help but grin in disgust and looked at Murong Xue: "Forget it, forget it, it's too dirty."

"It's not dirty." Murong Xue stretched out her hand to her persistently.

Song Pingqing had no choice but to open his arms to her: "Stop pulling, it hurts."

Murong Xue hissed and wanted to tease her, "You still feel pain," but she felt it was inappropriate, so she said, "Come with me to the hospital for a checkup and clean the wound."

"Row."

Murongxue's legs were not convenient, so the four of them shared two cars. Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnian also went to the hospital. After all, they were all children from wealthy families, so they had to get a check-up first when encountering such a thing.

There was no serious problem with the two of them, they were just very exhausted. After the examination, Gu Zongnan was packed up and sent back to the Gu family to recuperate. Wu Qiming thought about it and decided to go and see how Murong Xue was doing first.

As soon as I entered the surgical clinic, I heard Song Pingqing screaming, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Oh my god... How long will it take to flush this thing? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The name of this hospital is as straightforward as a clip directly copied and pasted from an old novel - Private Hospital for the Rich. The hospital's main feature is to provide services only to the rich, and the environment is so comfortable.

This caused Song Pingqing's cries of pain to echo in the corridor, with the lingering sound lingering in the ears.

Wu Qiming tiptoed to the door and said, "Brother, it's a good thing that Gu Zongnian was taken away. Otherwise, if he heard your voice, your image would be completely..."

As soon as Wu Qiming stuck his head out, the doctor who was standing in front of Song Pingqing stood up, revealing Song Pingqing behind him.

She was wearing a pair of overalls shorts, and her face, arms, hands, knees, and calves were covered with scars from being cut by weeds.

The scars on his hands were the most serious and were still bleeding.

Wu Qiming couldn't continue what he said. Facing Song Pingqing's death stare, he chuckled and took two steps back: "Excuse me, excuse me."

Then he asked again, "Where's Xue'er?"

"The bodyguard has gone to take the film." Song Pingqing replied, "I will be back soon."

Damn it, why doesn’t this guy leave? Can’t he see that he’s in so much pain?

Wu Qiming laughed awkwardly and ran away: "I'll go take a look."

You run fast.

Song Pingqing's injuries were only superficial, and the part of his hand that was cut the hardest by the grass only needed two stitches.

In comparison, the news from Murong Xue was not so good. Her ankle was broken and it was not treated in time, and it would take a long time to treat.

Xiti intensive care unit*1

Song Pingqing's new identity: [Nursing worker unable to work] (Not at all!)

Wu Qiming's new identity: [A caregiver who can't do anything] (He's a professional comedian!)

New identity for nanny: "Diligent caregiver"

Finally something normal.

That night, the news that the Baihua College students' Arbor Day event was attacked spread throughout the upper class society.

Wu Qiming, who had first-hand information, yelled "Fuck!" and jumped up from the sofa in the living room. He turned to Song Pingqing, who was trying to challenge himself to peel an apple with one hand, and said, "Yun Mengmeng from the next class is gone."

"What's gone?" Song Pingqing didn't react. She remembered the little girl, who had a sweet look, a pair of dimples, and was always smiling.

The two of them had once taken an exam in the same examination room and had met each other before.

"The kidnappers killed the hostage!!!" Wu Qiming's expression froze and he looked at Song Pingqing in panic.

Song Pingqing's hand trembled and he almost cut his claws again.

She couldn't help but feel a little panicked. She wanted to hold the knife handle tightly but was afraid that the stitches would break.

"Failed to ask for ransom?" Murong Xue asked.

Yun Mengmeng's family is well-known in the circle for favoring boys over girls. Almost no family is willing to let their daughter marry into a family with such outdated ideas. Therefore, her father had to settle for the second best and choose to marry the daughter of a university professor.

"Yes, a classmate who was close to the kidnappers at the time heard the kidnappers' phone call. The Yun family believed that a daughter was not worth five million."

The ward was silent and no one could speak.

After a long while, Song Pingqing coldly spat out two words: "Beast."

This incident made the parents extremely angry. As parents, they certainly could not accept that they would send their children, whom they had raised with great effort, to such a dangerous academy.

For Baihua College, this was undoubtedly an extremely serious teaching accident, and it faced extremely difficult public relations.

The news was blocked in social reports, but it spread to every corner of the wealthy class.

The day after Murong Xue was hospitalized, the parents spontaneously organized a strike, and even Shen Wuxiu did not go.

He brought a lot of snacks that the children liked to eat and brought Liu Junxi to visit.

"Aren't you preparing for the college entrance examination?" Murong Xue leaned forward.

"My uncle thinks that it is not appropriate for us to go to school in this situation, so he found many famous teachers to come to my house every day to give me extra lessons." Shen Wuxiu sat down in front of the bed, "Don't worry, we have entered the third round of review, so it doesn't matter if I don't go to school.

"Oh, that's good." Murong Xue lay down again. This was her future super important worker. She was counting on him to get into university and recruit other workers. Nothing could go wrong with him.

Just at this moment, Song Pingqing brought in a plate of fruit. He held it in one hand while using the other hand.

"Eh? Big brother is here too. Let's eat watermelon. It's super sweet!" Song Pingqing put the fruit plate on the bedside table. "Aren't you going to class?"

As he spoke, he forked a piece of watermelon and handed it to Liu Junxi.

Shen Wuxiu's tone was as gentle as ever, and there was an unshakable worry in his eyes: "I'm tired from all the remedial classes I've taken recently, so I took a break this morning and came to see you. Are you feeling better? Does the injury still hurt?"

"Much better." Murong Xue said, "But the doctor said I need to rest for at least half a year."

"He's young, and he's recovering well. Just listen to the doctor and take good care of himself." Shen Wuxiu looked at Song Pingqing, "Oh, our eldest brother is seriously injured."

Song Pingqing's right hand was wrapped in gauze. She waved her right hand and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a superficial wound, it's nothing serious."

After visiting the wounded, Shen Wuxiu said, "The academy is now closed, and I heard that many people are contacting schools to transfer. My uncle has the same idea."

"The thief is still determined to get rid of him. Do we still have to be on guard against him every day?" Murong Xue said disdainfully.

"That's not something the kids should worry about. I guess the elders have other plans."

Shen Wuxiu heard Murong Xue's voice become hoarse, so he stood up and poured her a glass of water. "I'm just giving you a heads-up."

"I hope we can find the mastermind behind this."

As they were talking, Wu Qiming suddenly let out a sharp explosion: "?!"

Song Pingqing covered his ears and took a long time to recover. He stepped forward and patted Wu Qiming on the head with his less injured hand: "You are crazy, howling so loudly."

"How can I not cry out, big brother?" Wu Qiming held up his phone to show her, "Something happened to the Hu Nao Group!"

With such warm and comfortable weather, the garden should be full of vitality and greenery, but the Hu Nao Group is feeling like it is in the middle of winter.

At this time, online mailboxes had gradually become popular. Some people took this opportunity to send emails to the mailboxes of many elite white-collar workers to collect information about the Hu Group's adulteration of inferior materials.

No one knows how the person who sent the email collected the information, and no one knows how this person was able to accurately deliver the email to so many elite white-collar workers.

But the logic of the email is very smooth, and there are clear pictures as supporting evidence, so it doesn't seem to be a forgery.

White-collar workers from other places may just be here to watch the fun, but local white-collar workers in Jincheng who bought the new property of the Hu Nao Group can no longer sit still. After all, their own interests are so closely involved. Not only are these houses the result of decades of hard work, but many people have even invested all the savings of the previous generation.

So the people who bought these houses had to leave their jobs and rushed to the construction site in large numbers to hold banners. Some reporters from the Wu family also received the email, and their reporter DNA was mobilized, and they rushed to the scene as soon as possible.