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

but......

Song Pingqing put the pen he picked up in front of Murong Xue, calmly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Chen Pu.

While sending the questions, he said to Murong Xue: "But I definitely can't take the exam alone."

Some hardships just require everyone to share them together.

"Who are you going to call?" Murong Xue asked in an unfriendly tone.

She was just happy for a few seconds, why did this guy start to cause trouble again?

"Chen Pu." Song Pingqing said, "I must have a high-quality worker that I have trained myself, right?"

Oh, that's the case. Okay then.

Murong Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

Her possessiveness was not so serious that she couldn't tolerate even Song Pingqing's workers.

Chen Pu is undoubtedly the happiest one: he works in the company and pie falls from the sky.

For Chen Pu, who wants to move forward actively, the high hopes Song Pingqing has placed on her are one of her driving forces for progress.

Chen Pu opened the web page to check the information, but found that he did not have any resources in this area, so he went to Zhao Lei's office and asked him to inquire about some information.

Chen Pu became more motivated when he learned that it would cost him six figures to learn this set of skills.

Chen Pu: My boss! He is indeed the best!

The boss is willing to spend money on me! What else can I not give up? !

As for whether the final expenditure will be hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands, it depends on Chen Pu’s learning ability.

Song Pingqing had no idea that it would cost so much money to take the ACCA exam, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it.

For Song Pingqing, this is the valuable direction where her money should flow.

Firstly, Purple Arrow has great potential for development, and Chen Pu has been developing in the direction of finance; secondly, the money can be earned back from other aspects sooner or later.

What's more, this matter has some unexpected hidden effects.

"Brother Lei." After hearing this, Yang Tao was a little nervous, "Does the boss dislike our low education level?"

Zhao Lei glanced at Yang Tao and said, "If you know that your education level is low, then go and improve it. Why are you asking me?"

Although the incident happened several years ago and Zhao Lei knew that Yang Tao had no bad intentions, he still remembered the fact that this group of people took Song Pingqing to KTV.

In response to Yang Tao's question, his mouth was as if filled with poison.

The words were said to Yang Tao, but they were also said to himself.

The purple arrows under Song Pingqing's command rolled up like this.

......

You must also take enough credits for elective courses.

Under Murong Xue's "eager" gaze, Song Pingqing finally signed up for cooking and skiing.

You can only sign up for three clubs per semester, and each person must also sign up for one sports club. Song Pingqing signed up for basketball.

"We have a chef at home, so why are you always thinking about the food I cook?" Song Pingqing was puzzled, but compromised.

It’s more than 200,000 yuan, so it’s more than 200,000 yuan. It’s her father who paid for it anyway.

Murong Xue said confidently: "Of course the food they cook is different from the food you cook."

"What's the difference?" Song Pingqing signed up for the cooking class while Wu Qiming looked resentful.

His plan was half shattered. With Song Pingqing around, he could only try the food and couldn't eat secretly.

Murong Xue's true thoughts were: There is only money and no love in the food they cook.

But what Murong Xue said was: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the food you cook is especially delicious. Maybe it's because it's down to earth."

Song Pingqing was silent for a moment, and said in a somewhat unbelievable tone: "Are you sure you can learn down-to-earth food in a place like this?"

This is considered an aristocratic school after all!

Song Pingqing felt that he was increasingly unable to keep up with Murong Xue's train of thought.

"Maybe what you create will be more down-to-earth?" Murong Xue replied.

"I really don't know whether you are praising me or insulting me." Song Pingqing was speechless.

Murong Xue: I really didn’t mean that.

After thinking about it for a long time and still not knowing how to explain it, Murong Xue simply stopped talking.

Murong Xue said nothing, but Song Pingqing wanted to add: "Forget it, I'll just take it as a compliment."

"So narcissistic." Murong Xue glanced at her.

This person's attitude is as good as ever, but she really means this.

Murong Xue stopped talking again: No need to explain anymore, as long as she didn't misunderstand.

Wen Zhuo didn't arrive until the course selection was almost over.

This was the first time everyone had seen him since Murong Xue's birthday party after graduating from junior high school.

After arriving in the beautiful country during summer vacation, everyone was adapting to the new environment, except Wen Zhuo, who was late.

Seeing Wen Zhuo again at this time, Song Pingqing just felt that he was forcing himself to be energetic.

After entering the classroom, he walked quickly behind a few people. Without asking the teacher about the specific lecturers and the course content, he directly took a schedule of elective courses and started writing.

When Song Pingqing saw that Wen Zhuo also checked an accountant, he subconsciously glanced at Murong Xue.

“He also reported this.”

"Ah."

Murong Xue didn't react much. This was a normal choice. Which heir who held an estate would not understand this?

Wen Zhuo was writing when he looked up at Song Pingqing: "Brother, what's the group number?"

"A" Song Pingqing picked up the list in his hand and read it to him.

Wen Zhuo lowered his head and wrote down the number.

When doing homework here, you have to work in groups, usually 3 to 8 people.

Groups must be formed and reported at the beginning of the semester.

This is also considered an aristocratic school with a sound management process. Homework, like work, requires leaving a trace of the assignment via email.

Each time an assignment is submitted, the submitter needs to describe in detail who is responsible for which section, so that the teacher can grade it during the final exam.

Wen Zhuo looked unwell, even a little depressed.

This is not like him.

Song Pingqing's gossip fire was burning. His eyes fell on Murong Xue and he said with his eyes: Ask?

Murong Xue glared at her: Why?

Song Pingqing poked her lightly, his eyes teasing: You are the real boss, you should care about your younger brothers.

Murong Xue glared at her again: Why don’t you go.

Song Pingqing chuckled.

As for melon, of course it’s best to eat it from the sidelines.

Her smile was a little dazzling. Murong Xue was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and snorted.

This is agreed.

Others could not make out anything from such flirting, and only the two people involved at the time knew what they were "talking" about.

It was not until the course selection lists were collected that Wen Zhuo finally recovered a little and leaned back in his chair to rest.

Murong Xue had never done anything like this before, and was a little embarrassed. She coughed lightly before speaking: "Why are you so late?"

It was so annoying that Song Pingqing actually took advantage of his favor to order her to do such gossipy things.

Murong Xue was so angry that she reached out and gently twisted Song Pingqing's waist.

Song Pingqing shuddered and almost cried out "ouch".

Seeing Song Pingqing's reaction, Murong Xue finally felt relieved.

So Murong Xue asked again: "What happened on the way that delayed you?"

really.

She has the temper of a spoiled young lady, and she is also love-brained.