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

The arrogant never learn lessons.

For example, the boss on the opposite side who had just been hit like a weapon, hit his head on the ground and was in a daze for a while. He only vaguely heard something about sixty years ago and the 38th parallel?

what is that?

But he is arrogant, he is not a fool.

When the boss on the opposite side heard Song Pingqing say that he would send him to see his ancestors and heard the sound of bullets hitting his feet, he subconsciously raised his hands.

It goes without saying that at this moment, the black muzzle of the gun must be pointing at his head.

After the situation calmed down, Song Pingqing complained in his heart: After more than ten years of diligent study and practice, it is finally my turn to show off my power.

But in such a tense situation, she was not in the mood to do so.

In the eyes of the people around him who wanted to bully him in school and intimidate him with shootings, Song Pingqing at this moment was no different from a devil.

The bullet that hit the ground somehow bounced back and grazed Song Pingqing's hand holding the gun.

Blood flowed in streams, but Song Pingqing seemed not to feel it and coldly spat out two words: "Apologize."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm sorry." The first person to speak was the other side's younger brother who drew his gun first.

Some people, the more they fear something, the more they want to rely on it to show off their power. Now that their weapons have been taken away, the only thought left in their minds is "to survive".

Song Pingqing's eyes were fixed on the boss opposite.

The boss on the opposite side only felt that the foot on his back was stepped on a little heavier, making him unable to breathe.

"I was wrong, wrong."

He finally remembered what the 38th parallel was.

Damn it, why did he pick on the rabbit when he could have picked on anyone else?

"I apologize."

At times like this, of course whoever has the gun has the final say.

Song Pingqing shook the gun in his hand, signaling the boss on the opposite side to apologize to Murong Xue.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been fighting in the hallway and I shouldn't have looked down on Asians."

Song Pingqing had already moved his feet away, but the boss on the other side didn't even have the courage to get up from the ground. He just lay there and apologized:

"I shouldn't have cursed, I shouldn't have started a fight over a disagreement, and I shouldn't have let my little brother draw his gun first."

The black man handed Song Pingqing a handkerchief and signaled with his eyes that his hand was injured.

Song Pingqing reached out to take it, wiped it casually, and threw the handkerchief back.

"You see, bullies know everything, but they just do it knowingly and don't want to stop."

As soon as the gunshots were heard, the surrounding crowd fled in all directions. Wu Lide and several of his bodyguards were near the school, and they almost immediately rushed upstairs when they heard the gunshots.

Song Pingqing acted so quickly that before the bodyguards arrived, she had already dealt with these people so badly that they dared not resist.

When Wu Lide arrived, what he saw was the young lady he was supposed to protect wiping the blood with a handkerchief and throwing it back.

Wu Lide: Ancestors?!

"Go and apologize one by one." Song Pingqing finally moved the gun away.

Before the police arrive, it wouldn't be too much to ask for an apology yourself.

Another group of bodyguards appeared with Wu Lide, and they were targeting the white and black man.

Seeing that their young master was fine and still calm, but standing next to the Asian girl like a foil, they suddenly felt nervous.

The bodyguards brought by Wu Lide each had their own division of labor, and they checked the injuries and examined the scene with the bodyguards of the black man.

Murong Xue no longer cared about the smell on Wen Zhuo. She pulled him away and ran towards Song Pingqing.

"Your hand..." Murong Xue's voice almost sounded like tears.

"It's okay." Song Pingqing rubbed Murongxue's head with his clean hand, "Are you scared?"

It was completely different from the cold and stern state just now, and the voice was as gentle as it could be.

"It's fine." Seeing Murongxue's eyes getting redder and redder, Song Pingqing teased her deliberately.

"Hey, don't cry. If you don't feel good enough, I'll beat them up again to vent your anger. How about that?"

Murong Xue hugged Song Pingqing tightly and refused to let go.

Song Pingqing had no choice but to pat her back gently, coaxing her like a child.

Wu Lide quickly took the gun from Song Pingqing and took it aside to deal with it.

The bodyguards of the white and black man looked at their young master and said awkwardly: "Young master, your back..."

What a huge footprint!

"It's okay." The white black man took off his coat and threw it to the bodyguard, then said to Song Pingqing, "I'm Oliver Patrick, and my father is the governor of Massachusetts, DeVal Patrick."

Wow, no wonder he can be so calm when hearing the sirens, he must be the son of a government official.

But it is really rare for a person with this identity to have no fans or tutors and still encounter such an embarrassing situation of bullying.

Oh, it’s hard to say. What if it involves the grudges among wealthy families, or the infighting among politicians?

This is another capitalist place, and there might be some other messy entanglements.

Many thoughts flashed through Song Pingqing's mind in an instant, but his face remained calm. He just nodded and reported his name: "Song Pingqing."

"Thank you so much for your help today."

When Oliver heard Song Pingqing only say her name, he knew that her origin was not as well known as his:

"Don't worry, I will take care of the follow-up and won't cause any trouble for you."

Of course Song Pingqing would not say: It doesn’t matter, it’s not for you anyway.

Please. Don't refuse a favor from the son of the governor of Massachusetts, okay?

Although the original intention was not to help him, it is an objective fact that I helped him.

Song Pingqing responded very bluntly: "I don't want the handling you are talking about to be just the police officer you will face next."

"Of course not." Oliver replied immediately, "I promise that this matter will be handled cleanly, and no one or family will be able to use this matter to provoke you in the future."

After these words were spoken, even Oliver's bodyguards straightened their backs a little.

Even though he already knew that Murong Xue was the core of this small group, Oliver still spoke to Song Pingqing.

But at this moment, no one would think that Oliver had chosen the wrong person to communicate with.

This respect was earned by Song Pingqing through hard work. The impact of his flesh-and-flesh fighting style and the sight of him throwing people around like balls was simply too great.

"I hope so." Song Pingqing patted Murong Xue's back gently.

"Can I leave your contact information?" Oliver offered, "so that I can communicate with you in time about the follow-up of the matter."

"Sure." Song Pingqing glanced at Wu Lide, and Wu Lide immediately handed over a business card used exclusively in the United States with both hands.

"Wow!" Oliver couldn't help but sigh when he saw the words above, no matter how well-mannered he was, "Dream Keeper Plush Toy Manufacturer!"

Such violent skills, such a dream industry!

Oliver: You rabbits are so different in how you behave in front of and behind others.