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

Murong Xue's phone call was quite long, and it seemed to be related to the Murong family's business in the beautiful country.

By the time Murong Xue finally hung up the phone, Song Pingqing had already collapsed on the sofa and fallen asleep.

Murong Xue walked over to her and sat down, staring at her for a moment.

Really, there is a lounge instead of going there, he just stays in her office and sleeps.

If it comes to your door, you would be wasting your time not to take a look.

Some people are really disgusted and happy at the same time, which fully demonstrates what it means to say one thing and do another but act uprightly.

Murong Xue was about to stand up when Song Pingqing suddenly sat up.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Song Pingqing reached out and touched his chin.

Fortunately, she didn't drool, otherwise her handsomeness would have been ruined.

"Did you sleep well?" Murong Xue simply sat down again, leaning against the back of the sofa and looking at her. "I wanted to get you a blanket, but since you're awake, I won't go."

"Don't take it. It's not cold at all. It's very hot in this office." Song Pingqing even shook his collar to cool himself down.

Seeing that she had regained consciousness, Murong Xue asked, "How do you know that Ma Ertai and Jing Wen are my people?"

Obviously, although she was on the phone just now, she still heard what Song Pingqing said.

"Did you guess it?"

The look in Murong Xue's eyes when she looked at Song Pingqing was no different from before, but she was secretly worried in her heart.

I guessed it, but you don't have any intention of resisting?

Song Pingqing said nonchalantly: "Do we need to guess? Isn't this obvious?"

"The projects they are looking for are more technological. If it were my father, he probably wouldn't deliberately correct these things."

Although Murong Ba also cares about the direction of Song Pingqing's career development, he is not the kind of person who would directly intervene to correct it.

Being able to call Song Pingqing over and have a personal chat to clarify the matter would be considered a favor from this arrogant old man.

After all, when one has reached such a powerful position, they have always disdained to waste time talking to fools, and the most basic thing is not to talk about ice with summer insects.

Under normal circumstances, if someone doesn't listen after being advised once, there will be no further advice.

There is only one possibility that such direct intervention "for your own good" could have been done by Murong Xue, who was more dependent on her.

"Yeah. It's mine."

Song Pingqing had guessed it, so Murong Xue had nothing to hide.

Murongxue was about to reach out to boil water and make tea to hide her emotions, but Song Pingqing took the lead and said, "I'll do this kind of thing."

Looking at Song Pingqing's skilled movements, Murong Xue asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"What are you angry about?" Song Pingqing was selecting tea leaves. "Which kind do you want to drink?"

"Pu'er, right?"

Old Lady Song fed Murong Xue too much, and she needed to digest the food urgently.

After answering the most pressing question at the moment, Murong Xue asked, "Aren't you angry that I'm interfering with your money?"

"Why should I be angry?" Song Pingqing looked up at her. "It's not like I don't know what's good for me. Aren't you protecting my assets?"

How naive!

So completely unprepared!

It's really helpless!

Murong Xue choked and looked at Song Pingqing who was fiddling with the Pu'er tea cake with his head down, without saying a word for a long time.

She was really in a complicated mood this time.

Sometimes she felt that Song Pingqing was very smart and had many different plans.

Sometimes she felt that Song Pingqing was stupid.

So what if we grew up together? He was totally unprepared. Aren't there many cases of people who grew up together in this circle committing murderous acts?

Murong Xue used to feel that she couldn't live without Song Pingqing, mainly because she felt that without Song Pingqing, she would have no place to vent all her various little emotions.

Now Murongxue realized: Song Pingqing couldn't do without her. If this guy didn't have her to protect him, she really wouldn't be able to keep these properties.

All I can say is that everyone has their own areas of expertise.

After figuring this out, Murong Xue changed the subject neatly: "What kind of project did they find for you?"

This is asking knowingly.

"New energy vehicle." Song Pingqing's mouth twitched slightly, "What's the name... 'Wow', this name is really..."

Little tiger wow wow wow

Seeing that Song Pingqing was about to change the subject, Murong Xue immediately pulled her thoughts back: "How much?"

"Five hundred million." Song Pingqing replied immediately.

It’s enough to offset the investment in the airline.

"You don't have enough 500 million in your hand?" Murong Xue was briefly confused.

For a moment, Murong Xue recalled the 360,000 yuan she saw when she secretly looked through Song Pingqing's passbook that summer.

Murong Xue couldn't help feeling unhappy: after working so hard to raise her for so many years, how come she is poor again?

"Enough." Song Pingqing lay back on the sofa, "But after the vote, I have to start swiping the black card again."

At this moment, the total amount of funds in Song Pingqing's bank account was 502.5 million yuan.

After investing these 500 million, she was left with only 250 million.

This number is like an insult.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue thought her behavior was funny. "Are you embarrassed to use your black card now?"

What should we do next?

"I'm almost grown up." Song Pingqing looked at the ceiling and answered, "Well... after my birthday, I'll be seventeen."

A dark gleam flashed across Murong Xue's eyes.

Seventeen is a good age, as it is just a little bit away from adulthood.

Murong Xue smiled and said, "Have you chosen which floors you want?"

"I want floors 35 to 37."

The two of them work on the 88th floor, and she has enclosed the 6636th floor, how auspicious.

There are six and eight, there will be success!

Great!

Song Pingqing nodded with great satisfaction.

"Only three floors? Isn't that too few?" When this office building was being built, Murong Xue planned for Song Pingqing to have twenty floors.

"It's a lot. I don't have much property either. Three floors are enough." Song Pingqing replied.

What's more, there are zoning. Even if the companies occupy a large area, they can't occupy one floor at a time, right?

That’s three thousand three hundred square meters!

Song Pingqing admitted that her understanding of houses was still too superficial, and the impact of these 3,300 square meters on her was too great.

"Show me how you plan to arrange it." Murong Xue was often troubled by Song Pingqing's hesitation in doing things.

She also mentioned this to Murong Bazong, and Murong Bazong's reply was "You can't expect everyone to be as confident as you."

When she finally saw Song Pingqing's arrangements for these companies, Murong Xue was furious:

"That's outrageous! It's as if I've treated you unfairly!"

"Your Duoyi is going to develop an IP, and maybe even have its own team of artists in the future. It wouldn't be unreasonable to have a separate floor for the trainees to be arranged in advance, right?"

Murong Xue took out a piece of A4 paper and began to list them one by one to Song Pingqing.

They are clearly discussing assets worth tens of billions.

But the style of this painting is as ordinary as two kids getting together to discuss math problems.