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

Song Pingqing's original intention was just to tease and play around. Today was one of the rare days when she wanted to stay in bed.

In the end, Murong Xue didn't give her a chance to continue lying down, and said expressionlessly: "Then get up."

"Uh...I was just saying."

"But I'm not." Murong Xue glanced at her, her eyes passing over the splint on her right hand, "You don't have to do those waiter things, just get up and go downstairs for breakfast."

Alas...Song Pingqing sighed in his heart: I should not have been so naughty as to talk nonsense.

But since he was already so thick-skinned, Song Pingqing simply carried out the essence of "skin" to the end.

Song Pingqing said: "What if I don't want to remember?"

"You'd better listen."

Before Murong Xue finished the second half of her sentence, she saw Song Pingqing roll over and lie on the bed: "Oh my, some people were saying 'Sister Pingqing, I'm drunk' last night, but now it has become 'Woman, you'd better listen'."

Murong Xue gritted her teeth so hard that her cheeks bulged.

Is that what she meant? Huh? She clearly meant that I drank alcohol yesterday and should drink something to nourish and warm my stomach this morning.

But the "domineering president" symptoms kicked in, and Murong Xue suddenly didn't want to explain the intention of her previous words.

So what he said was more in the style of a domineering president.

"My patience is limited."

Song Pingqing couldn't help laughing out loud.

So cute, hahahaha.

Song Pingqing stood up and rubbed Murong Xue's head in his pajamas: "My dear sister, do you know? Your speech is exactly the same as the domineering president in the domineering president literature."

When she said this, there was a smile on her face.

Before Murong Xue's attention left the "beauty", she heard this guy say without any guilt: "You are so cute."

...This annoying guy!

Song Pingqing finally got up, changed into a gay purple, loose and comfortable casual outfit that looked a bit casual, put on an ear clip, and went downstairs with Murong Xue.

"When I get back, I must go to the hospital to get my ears pierced."

Song Pingqing still doesn't like ear clips.

"It's up to you. If you want to fight, you can do it here." Since they are adults, President Murong Ba will not stop them.

"Forget it here. Medical expenses here are too expensive."

It was early in the morning, and Murong Xue was so angry at Song Pingqing that her temples were throbbing: "Do you need this little money?"

"Haven't you heard that saying?" Song Pingqing took Murong Xue's hand and went downstairs.

"Eat well and drink well, but if you don't plan well, you will be poor."

Murong Xue: ...That makes sense, but why does it sound so uncomfortable?

When they both sat at the dining table and started to eat breakfast, Murong Xue was reviewing whether she had said anything she shouldn't have said just now, and suddenly remembered a word that Song Pingqing had just mentioned.

Murong Xue scooped a spoonful of boat porridge and ate it, then said coldly, "From now on, you are not allowed to read those messy domineering president literature anymore."

Murong Bazong, who had just come downstairs, had a lot of questions in his mind: What is "Bazong Literature"? Does it have anything to do with me? I don't quite understand, so I leaned in to listen.

"That won't work. Domineering president literature is an important part of online literature." Song Pingqing immediately protested, "You can't block my fantasy of a better life."

"Do you still need to fantasize about those things?" Murong Xue asked back.

"Of course." Song Pingqing said confidently, "Domineering president literature is so interesting."

President Murong Ba came over and sat down: "My autobiography has not been published yet, where did you read it?"

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue looked at each other.

What the hell, you want to publish an autobiography???

After breakfast, everyone was completely awake. Song Pingqing finally found an opportunity to ask Murong Xue: "Why did Oliver choose me as the breakthrough point?"

"That's not surprising." Murong Xue walked into the study room before her. "Although you and I have temporarily transferred our equity to more important relatives, it is an objective fact that we have participated in important decision-making meetings such as the 'Star Glory Release'."

"That's true." Song Pingqing nodded. "With so many people attending the meeting, if the Padrick family is determined to investigate, they will definitely be able to find out."

"But what does this have to do with using me as a breakthrough?"

"Because among those who have a say, you have the lowest social status."

Murong Xue gave a straightforward answer without any tact: "From their perspective, you'd better pry it out."

"Haven't they heard the phrase 'the poorer the stronger'?"

Song Pingqing was puzzled: "Although I am poor, I have already gotten in. How can I easily share the cake with others? I am still an absolute outsider."

Who would easily give up the thigh that they have held on to with great difficulty?

"Just trying you out. It's not a very costly attempt."

"Then why do you think I would compromise for Huang Chenxi?"

"We need to discuss this topic layer by layer."

Murong Xue walked to the window and sat on the Godfather chair: "Let me ask you another question first."

Murong Xue took the tea handed over by Song Pingqing and asked Song Pingqing in a guiding way: "If you have to achieve both 'Huang Chenxi's return' and 'reject Oliver' at the same time, what would you do?"

"How to do it?" Song Pingqing thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. "I don't understand these things."

Song Pingqing was never afraid to expose his ignorance in front of the father and daughter, so he boldly expressed his inner thoughts:

"But if it were me, and I wanted to achieve these two goals at the same time, and even wanted Xingyao to develop better in the future, I would definitely hug the thickest thigh and let the thickest thigh help me shelter from the wind and rain."

The reason why Song Pingqing thought so was simple: since politics and economy would not be separated, why not tie them together more tightly? Holding on to the motherland, would you still worry about the Padrick family's shady calculations?

In Song Pingqing's eyes, this was a great opportunity to curry favor with someone powerful.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

This is indeed the answer that Song Pingqing would give.

So Murong Xue asked again: "What is the price of clinging to someone powerful?"

"Losing the right to speak within the Starry Group." Song Pingqing understood, but couldn't organize the appropriate words to express it for a while.

So Murong Xue spoke for her: "When a poor person turns over a new leaf, what he wants most, besides money and power, is to have people listen to him and praise him when he goes out."

"The opposite is the fear of losing everything you have worked so hard to gain."

I can't bear to return to the state where no one cares about me and everyone can step on me.

Murong Xue drank a sip of tea and deliberately let Song Pingqing think for a while before continuing:

"Praising others to death is the most common tactic in the business world, especially when a person's cognition and ability do not match their wealth and status. This kind of flattery is almost the cheapest and most cost-effective tactic."

"After all, Star Glory is your most impressive thing."

The Patrick family is hitting Song Pingqing right in the sore spot.