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

When she heard Shen Ci mention the library, Murong Xue remembered what President Murong Ba had told her, and turned to Shen Ci and said:

"Give me a list of the books you want to read, and I'll give you a separate study room. Bring them all back when you return home."

Shen Ci's life plan is both red and professional, and he himself has perseverance and determination, so the Murong family is willing to pay for him.

"That's great." Shen Ci's mood suddenly improved. "I'll sort it out and send it to you when I get back."

Song Pingqing exclaimed "Wow".

The quality of the textbooks and professional books of the Beautiful Country is beyond imagination, both in terms of content and medium.

The price is also beyond imagination. Only those who buy it will know the value of it.

Song Pingqing once heard a joke: Those who can afford to buy new textbooks after studying abroad are the truly rich people.

“Can I buy comics?”

Murong Xue's gaze fell on the heartless Song Pingqing.

Her happiness is so simple.

"can."

This little request was extremely simple in Murong Xue's eyes.

A little bit of money can buy happiness for the one you love. In Murong Xue's heart, this money couldn't be more worthwhile.

"No, no, no, I'm just kidding."

The books Shen Ci wanted were hard to find and buy. Song Pingqing would not let the Murong family pay for a comic book.

Murong Xue agreed so decisively that Song Pingqing became obedient.

"I'm serious." Murong Xue looked at her, "You can buy it."

"I'm just kidding." Song Pingqing laughed awkwardly. "What I really want is the copyright of the IP..."

Murong Xue sighed helplessly: She knew that this guy still wanted to do those things deep down.

Although Murong Xue was in favor of doing business, she still agreed: "Then I'll help you make the connection later."

Some people say they don't approve, but their actions are so indulgent that they almost go beyond the limit.

Song Pingqing nodded immediately: "That's great."

She didn't even dare to imagine how much money Yan Que's game company and Mixue Yuecha could make with these copyrights.

"I can help too." Wen Zhuo also said, "The Wen family also has some connections here."

Murong Xue glanced at him and said, "No, what I have here is enough."

The two of them clashed over who had more entertainment resources in the beautiful country, and the very encounter of their eyes could produce intense sparks.

Song Pingqing suddenly began to look around.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue could hardly ignore her big movement, so she turned around and asked her, "What are you looking for?"

"I feel like I saw someone familiar just now." Song Pingqing was a little uncertain.

"You see someone you know here?" Murong Xue was puzzled. "Former classmate?"

Song Pingqing shook his head and looked carefully but couldn't find the figure from before: "I must have seen it wrong."

At this moment, Baimao, who was hiding in the bushes, took a deep breath: Fortunately, I ran fast.

The cafeteria of the new school is much more luxurious than that of Baihua College.

The canteen has five floors, covering a large area and each floor has its own characteristics. There is a large restaurant on each floor. There are a total of fifteen cafes, eight fast food trucks and three bakeries on campus.

When new students enter the school in the new school year, there are introduction brochures available at the entrance.

Song Pingqing picked up a book at random, and just after turning a page, he exclaimed "Wow".

The decoration style is comparable to those extremely expensive high-end restaurants that Song Pingqing and Murong Xue have been to, where a meal costs more than ten W.

The atmosphere is elegant and the style is simple, with a high-ceilinged lobby and gorgeous chandeliers that blend perfectly into the atmosphere.

You don't need to go to the window to know that the price of this place can only be higher than that of Baihua College, it can't be lower than that of Baihua College.

"What do you want to eat?" Murong Xue asked her.

Song Pingqing was asked.

In Song Pingqing's perception, what she should see is classic American fast food such as big fish, meat, hamburgers, French fries, etc.

But the promotional page shows "Mussels with garlic and white wine", "Asian-style pork with vegetables in duck sauce", "Garlic mussels" and so on.

Song Pingqing could understand the other things, but she really didn't understand the white wine.

Even though many people will become adults during the four years of high school, it is not necessary to sell bars in the school cafeteria?!

The excessive freedom was so free that it exceeded Song Pingqing's imagination of what he considered himself to be free.

"Let's have steak." Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, "Would you like some toast and ice cream?"

She didn’t know whether Murong Xue wanted to eat or not, but she guessed that Murong Xue did.

On the way back, Wu Qiming started holding his phone, lowering his head, and sending messages in the small group of four people:

"Would you like to hear the latest gossip?"

The Xingyao phone had not been released yet, so Song Pingqing could only use a fruit phone after he came out.

Although it is not produced by his own company, Song Pingqing can't let go of the smartphone he has been looking forward to for a long time.

She was reading a novel, and when she saw the message coming in, she immediately clicked on it.

If Song Pingqing didn’t listen to gossip, he wouldn’t be Song Pingqing anymore. He immediately replied, “Listen.”

Although only Song Pingqing responded to him, Wu Qiming had no intention of keeping it a secret and immediately posted the new information he had received:

"The head of the Wen family wants to marry again, and the candidate is almost ready."

Wu Qiming typed very quickly while gossiping: "But I can't marry someone with such a good family background. After all, the Wen family already has Wen Zhuo."

The lurking Shen Ci replied: "No wonder he was in such a bad state today."

It turns out that this layer of debuff is superimposed.

Song Pingqing didn't say anything, just clicked on an emoticon pack to respond perfunctorily.

Among the aristocratic families, there are only a few who remain faithful to their deceased wives like Mr. Murong Ba.

Without a hostess in the house, there is a lack of an essential social space.

A wealthy family can never have too many children. Only when the family is prosperous and harmonious can everyone spread out in various fields and help each other and develop together.

If Wen Zhuo's father remarries, he will definitely have more children in the future, and Wen Zhuo will definitely have many more "brothers and sisters".

It was so confusing that Song Pingqing felt dizzy just thinking about it.

This is also a class that has no choice in marriage if they don’t work hard.

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, wondering what kind of marriage partner this young lady would choose in the future.

At night, the first thing Murong Xue said when she sneaked into the house from the balcony was: "I feel that my father is so good now."

This is the chat message in the group.

It turns out that only when people see the comparison will they know how lucky they are.

Seeing her rushing towards the bed, Song Pingqing consciously moved aside to make room for her.

Although the 1.5-meter small bed is exquisite, it is indeed not as spacious as the King size one.

Song Pingqing moved and said, "You have to say this to his face."

"I told you that, but you just didn't know it." Murong Xue got into bed holding the doll.

That happened when Murong Xue confessed her girlish feelings to President Murong Ba.

Although President Murong Ba was shocked and stunned at the time, he did not object.

Murong Xue said a few nice words to make her father happy.