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

The scene was extremely noisy. The parties involved and those who were just joining in the fun surrounded the place in three layers inside and three layers outside. The main point was that it was airtight. There was even a tendency for them to break through the guardrails and advance inside.

The construction work could not continue, so the foreman and workers went into hiding.

The reporters from Wu Qiming's home arrived very early and were immediately pushed and shoved into the construction site by people who were watching the fun.

Needless to say, the inferior materials that were not hidden were clearly photographed.

"Oh, someone sent me an email saying there is a more detailed description of the situation." Wu Qiming turned and went to the study in the ward. "I remember there is a computer in the intensive care unit here. I went to log in to my email to check."

"I'll watch it too!" Song Pingqing stood up and followed, turning her head to throw a coquettish glance at the motionless Murong Xue, "I'll come back and tell you about it later!"

"..." Murong Xue was speechless. She could only stay in bed and rest at the moment. Facing Song Pingqing's behavior, she suddenly had an absurd feeling that "the children in the south village bully me because I am old and weak". She couldn't help but reveal a little disgust and waved her hand at Song Pingqing, signaling her to go away quickly.

"I'm a little curious, too." Shen Wuxiu looked apologetic. "You know, Xiao Ci and I have always felt that... so I want to go and take a look, too."

"Don't be embarrassed." Murong Xue knew this, so she smiled and said, "You two can go and have a look together, so that you don't forget any key information. Tell me all of you later."

Shen Wuxiu smiled apologetically and followed him in.

Liu Junxi stayed here in case Murong Xue had other things to do, but there was no one around.

Murong Xue looked at him, her tone gentle and concerned: "Is your sister feeling better?"

"After the surgery, the pain isn't that bad, but the wound has been inflamed these past two days and I have a low-grade fever."

Wu Qiming is definitely a typical E-person, and his social skills can be described as that of a social gangster. Almost soon after the reporter who went to investigate the new real estate project of Hu Nao Group returned to the company, he received relevant messages from uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters in the company who particularly admired him.

Some people even sent it via email. They really have a first-rate sense of gossip, and their main point is that there are pictures and the truth.

Song Pingqing really couldn't understand it at first. As a human being, why did Wu Qiming have such a gangster social talent at such a young age? Then look at himself.

Tsk, it’s better not to mention it. As a 108-year-old old lady, she has not yet fully accepted her identity as a child. Her main psychological state is that everyone looks like her grandson.

However, she later figured it out. No matter how much Wu Qiming called her "Big Brother" all day long, he was still the young master of her own company, and sooner or later he would go back to inherit the family business.

With this kind of identity, he wants to get some information or data from his own company, and there are many people who want to tell him the news.

This is not really about strong social skills, it's just that the identity card is useful and passively activates the skill of obtaining information.

Otherwise, why would an adult socialize with children without a purpose?

"Did they really use inferior materials?" Song Pingqing chased in and asked, "How dare they do such a thing when human lives are at stake?"

"Brother, please, is our family the type to report false news and make rumors? If we were to do that, my uncle would have kicked us out long ago. Besides, I haven't even turned on my computer yet." Wu Qiming was ashamed.

I was careless. I always feel like I am still in the world of my previous life where a computer that started up in three seconds was considered slow.

"Hey, I suddenly thought of Hu Nao, Hu Lai (Lai Lai), and Hu Shuo (Shuo). The Hu family's names are really funny." Wu Qiming stared at the computer that was turning on, and suddenly said, "Their group really lives up to its name."

Song Pingqing looked at him helplessly. Fortunately, this guy didn't catch up with the era when people were fined for using homophonic puns.

This scandalous act committed by the Hu Nao Group was reported in the provincial news that evening, and on the headlines of three influential newspapers in the province the next day.

The Wu family has the Murong family as their backer, so they are naturally not afraid of the threat from the Hu Nao Group. The report is so detailed that they want to expose every detail of the Hu Nao Group.

However, this matter has little impact on Song Pingqing and others. What is more relevant to them is studying.

Because of this incident, the reputation of Baihua College was greatly damaged. Not only did they have to pay a lot of high compensation, but the more serious thing was the loss of students.

In Song Pingqing's class alone, four students transferred out.

The nature of this matter is so bad that in addition to the police intervening in the investigation, many powerful parents have also mobilized their connections to investigate.

"If you are not someone in the circle, how can you know so clearly about the arrangement of Baihua College's practice base? And how can you have the ability to arrange so many people into the practice base?"

This is a huge question in everyone's mind.

No one can tolerate their child living under the guillotine every day. If this person cannot be found, there will be no peace in the whole circle.

Except the Hu family.

When a partner who I had a good relationship with found me, and after a discussion with him, he asked Hu Nao for help, he got a very consistent answer:

"Oh, it's not that I won't help you with this matter. As you know, the Wu family, who has been very close to the Murong family, has put us in the spotlight recently. We are already busy with our own affairs."

After all, being exposed for using inferior materials was a huge deal, and all the properties developed by the Hu Nao Group were hit hard.

Even the official departments were ready to take action, but had to temporarily shelve the action because of orders from above.

It was at this moment that Shen Wuxiu received a text message from Shen Ci: "Brother, when will you come to see me?"

At that time, Shen Wuxiu was in class and turned off the screen. It was not until the physics class was over that Shen Wuxiu picked up his phone and typed a reply: "Xiao Ci, you are still young. The weather has been changing recently. You must take good care of yourself."

No one knew what President Murong was thinking. Half a month later, except for Murong Xue who was still in the hospital, the other three were packed up and thrown back to Baihua College.

The culprit behind the incident has not been found, and now Birch College has completely stopped all off-campus expansion activities, and even the security within the school has been strengthened a lot.

I wish there was a guard post every ten steps.

In the campus forum, a senior student posted a post complaining: "There is no way to skip classes by climbing over the wall anymore TAT."

Song Pingqing looked at the computer screen and couldn't help laughing. It seemed that students from all schools had climbed over the wall to skip classes. No wonder the school fences were getting higher and higher and sharper.

Although the attack on the tree planting activity did not have an ending, life gradually calmed down and returned to normal, except for Murong Xue who has not been able to return to school so far.

Song Pingqing insisted on running to chat with Murong Xue after training every day.

Murong Xue's attitude gradually changed from "You're here." at the beginning to more and more arrogantly saying, "You're ten minutes late today. Is it because school is too interesting that you don't want to leave?"

Song Pingqing teased her deliberately, turned around and was about to walk to the door: "You're right, then I'll run over and move the school to you now?"

"You're such a boaster! If you're so powerful, why don't you move the moon down?" Murong Xue couldn't help but complain.

"Tsk! I can't afford to demolish the school. It's just a moon. Just wait and see." Song Pingqing was so decisive as if he could really pick the moon from the sky.

"If you can bring me the moon, you can choose whatever you want!" Seeing that she dared to take advantage of him, Murong Xue just made a promise.

As a result, within two days, Song XX, who was regarded as the braggart, designed (plagiarized from his previous life) a paper version of the moon lamp made of toilet paper, white latex and balloons. The quality was not very good and it couldn't even touch water, but it had a beautiful appearance and did look like a moon at first glance.

When Song Pingqing appeared at the door of Murong Xue's ward holding the moon lamp as big as a basketball, the voice arrived before he even entered the room.

"Miss! Do you want the moon? As long as you ask, I will bring it to you." Song Pingqing stood outside the ward and shouted towards the inside. His voice was very loud, and he was not afraid of social death at all.

Murong Xue in the room couldn't help but laugh. She put down the book in her hand and said to the door, "Then bring it over."

As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Xue saw the lights outside turned off. Soon, another hand reached into the bedroom and turned off the light in the bedroom with a "click".

Seeing this, Murong Xue became more curious and smiled: "Why? Are you really going to give me a moon?"

There was silence outside the door for a while, and Murong Xue vaguely heard a rustling sound, as if someone was tidying up something.

In less than half a minute, Song Pingqing, who was dressed very handsomely, walked in slowly, holding a transparent cake box in her hands. There was a big moon in the box, emitting a dim warm light, illuminating her handsome face.

The light from the moon lamp reflected in Song Pingqing's eyes, making him look even more handsome.

In this quiet and beautiful atmosphere, Song Pingqing walked towards Murong Xue slowly, holding the moon lamp.

Who has seen this thing in this era?

Murong Xue widened her eyes, looked at Song Pingqing in disbelief, then looked at the moon lamp, and was speechless.

Seeing the young lady showing such a rare expression, Song Pingqing couldn't help but bragging: "How is it? Pretty or not!"

Grandma is very confident in her hands-on ability.

This bit of showing off broke the atmosphere she had deliberately created today.

As he spoke, Song Pingqing placed the lamp in front of Murong Xue.

Murong Xue unwrapped the gift, and Song Pingqing reached out to help her open the lid, but was slapped.

Murong Xue said delicately and seriously: "I can do it myself!"

"Okay, okay, come by yourself." Song Pingqing said in a coaxing tone.

Murong Xue stretched out her hand and poked and touched the moon lamp carefully.

"How?"

"Then I won't tell you, but when you get better I can teach you how to do it." Song Pingqing said with a smile, "How about it, isn't it awesome? I said I'd give you the moon and I'll give you the moon."

"So awesome!" Ever since her tsundere nature became more and more obvious, Murong Xue almost never praises anyone, but at this moment she couldn't help but say so.

It can be seen that she is really happy and really likes it, and she can't help but reveal the sweetness and cuteness of a little girl.

"That's it!" Song Pingqing looked at this scene and thought that his efforts were not in vain. Murong Xue's reaction really provided sufficient emotional feedback to the person who gave the gift.

Song Pingqing reached out and rubbed her face. To do this, her face hurt from blowing up balloons.

"What do you want?" Murongxue asked her, looking at Song Pingqing with an especially burning gaze. She looked at the moon lamp, then at Song Pingqing, "It's agreed that you bring the moon to me, and you can pick whatever you want."

Song Pingqing helped her put the lamp back on the table: "It's just a fake moon, just to tease you. It doesn't count."

"Who can expect you to really pick the moon down?" Murong Xue was speechless and urged, "Think about it quickly, what do you want?"

Song Pingqing thought about it seriously for a while and said helplessly: "I really can't think of it."

Her life is so good now, with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, free food and accommodation, annual festival benefits, and many good opportunities for further study in large companies (harming the capitalists).

Couldn't be more satisfied.

Song Pingqing really felt that Murong Xue and the Murong family were his lucky stars.

After she started her new life, although there were some strange Mary Sue episodes and the classic plot of old romance novels, but then again, not one of them ended up smoothly and happily.

So she was willing to repay the Murong family with her greatest sincerity. It was just a simple moon lamp, and there was nothing to take credit for.

Therefore, Murong Xue's question really stumped her.

"No way! We have a deal, otherwise I don't want your lamp." Murong Xue frowned.

"I can't believe it." Song Pingqing thought seriously for a while before saying, "I'll ask you for it when I think of it!"

"We agreed! Don't forget!"

"Make pinky promise." Song Pingqing stretched out his right hand towards her and hooked his little finger.

"Childish." Murong Xue looked at him with disgust, but at the same time she stretched out her hand.

"Hang yourself with a hook and don't change for a hundred years!"

"Whoever changes is a big stupid pig!"

Touching thumbs together counts as stamping!

It took a full month to remove the plaster on Murongxue's foot, and she underwent a week of rehabilitation training in the hospital before returning to her large flat home.

On the day she returned home, she asked Song Pingqing to teach her how to make a moon lantern.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he noticed that Zhang Ma's expression looked a little strange.

Murong Xue turned her head to look at Song Pingqing again, and saw that Song Pingqing had an embarrassed expression, as if he had done something extremely bad and was caught by Aunt Zhang.

Wu Qiming and Liu Junxi on the side wanted to laugh, but they had to hold it back. In the end, they failed and had to run to the bedroom at the last second before they could burst out.

Then there was a devilish laugh.

Murong Xue's face didn't darken: "What on earth did you do? Why do people react like this when the moon lamp is mentioned?"

"Nothing..." Song Pingqing looked up at the ceiling, "I just accidentally blew up a few balloons in the middle of the night, and took away Zhang Ma's newly bought meat grinder when she wasn't paying attention to make toilet paper. Um... I also used the electric heater to dry the paper towels, but I accidentally fell asleep and almost burned them. I had to repeat the above steps again."

After saying this, Song Pingqing felt that he had indeed done a series of naughty things, and he couldn't help but let out a classic "hehe" laugh.

Murong Xue helplessly put her hand on her forehead and sighed, "Pingqing, be more stable. Aunt Zhang has a heart disease."

The gift is good and I can continue to make it next time, but please don’t go through so much trouble.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely do it next time." Song Pingqing assured repeatedly.

Aunt Zhang: How could such an easy-going young lady have such a troublesome little study partner?

Song Pingqing lowered his head and saw Aunt Zhang bringing the meat grinder in front of the two of them.

Aunt Zhang said to Song Pingqing with a stern face, "It's still the one you used last time. I knew you would have to mess around with it again, so I didn't throw it away."

Good, good, good, good, you are worthy of being a servant in the eldest lady's house. Look how reliable you are.

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