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

"Pingqing actually prepared a wedding gift!" Mo Ruanruan was very happy, blinking her big eyes, "What is it?"

"Uh...I wrote a script myself." Song Pingqing was very embarrassed.

"You also have this talent." A somewhat familiar adult male voice sounded.

Song Pingqing turned his head and saw that it was Mr. Murong whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Uncle is here too!" Song Pingqing was stunned. Was this boss here to support the two sisters?

"Let me see." Wu Zhenming opened the package and found a shiny USB flash drive and a booklet containing several classic scenes.

Wu Zhenming quite approves of Song Pingqing's imagination. After all, the creative variety show she came up with two years ago brought her company a considerable amount of income.

So Wu Zhenming started reenacting the classic scene on the spot.

Before I could even see what was happening, a particularly unpleasant and disgusting voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey, Mr. Wu, I just don't like you, right? You wouldn't just run off with a woman like that."

Wu Zhenming didn't hold the script firmly, and flipped through a few pages, and just turned to the sentence: I want to report Concubine Xi for having an affair! She is defiling the harem! This crime is unforgivable!

Song Pingqing's mouth twitched slightly: Famous scenes are never absent.

When I looked up again, it turned out to be the two people who had an affair abroad who came to provoke me openly.

Song Pingqing unkindly imagined Mo Ruanruan jumping in front of Wu Zhenming: "Sister wants to report Gou Moxuan for having an affair! This crime is unforgivable!"

Jin Xiaowan walked in through the main entrance with Mo Xuan, who looked very proud. Mo Xuan casually threw the invitation card in his hand on the table:

"Since you are still my Mo family's wife, I will give you face, come and see!"

He has a really mean mouth.

Wu Qiming's face turned red from holding it in.

Shen Ci saw it and whispered something into Wu Qiming's ear.

Song Pingqing was some distance away from them and didn't hear what Shen Ci said, but he heard Wu Qiming nodded solemnly and ran to get the microphone.

"What is your brother going to do?" Mo Ruanruan asked puzzledly.

"It shouldn't be anything worse." Wu Zhenming was speechless.

Wu Qiming walked to the front of the stage, took the microphone and said to Mo Xuan: "Let me see where this big shot came from. He has such a foul mouth and looks down on women. It seems that he is not born by his mother."

...Song Pingqing’s expression was wooden.

Why is it that the tone of this curse is so similar to mine?

Wu Zhenming laughed, thinking that this was really a case of a little dandy versus a big dandy, and lowered his head to read the script.

Mo Xuan was a little embarrassed and said, "Isn't this just the truth? You Wu family are such a loser. You gave birth to a daughter who couldn't marry my son but forced her to marry my daughter. This really taught me a lesson."

Wu Qiming smiled, and his smile was so brilliant: "Amazing, Master Mo, you want to let everyone know that you have an extra organ, but it's not enough, you also want everyone to see it, right?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Xuan's face flushed.

"It's nothing." Wu Qiming smiled mysteriously, "I just want to tell you that your zipper is not zipped up."

Song Pingqing burst out laughing, and many people in the venue couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

If there is any sentence that is more lethal than "You have a piece of vegetable stuck on your teeth," it must be "Your zipper is unzipped."

What's more, the sound was transmitted to every corner of the venue through speakers.

It didn't matter whether Mo Xuan had zipped up his pants or not. After all, he couldn't hold up his crotch for everyone in the audience to see and try to escape. But he felt it would be embarrassing to leave like that, so he could only sit there very stiffly.

It was really hard for him!!! Song Pingqing gloated over the misfortune and was very happy.

"Your brother is really a talented person." Mo Ruanruan laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.

President Murong Ba, who was sitting in the back, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Song Pingqing sneezed.

"This script is good." Wu Zhenming didn't care at all whether Mo Xuan would fail socially or how he would fail socially. She just felt that the script in her hand was well written and her career bar was maxed out on the spot.

"Do you have any thoughts on the announcement of the role?" Wu Zhenming asked Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "The actor who plays the emperor can't be too handsome. This is not the style of an idol drama. The actor who plays Concubine Su can't be too ugly. It would be best if she is an award-winning actor."

"...Your requirements are quite high." Mo Ruanruan couldn't help but complain, but turned his head and saw his wife was thinking about something, so he changed the subject, "But you can still try."

When it comes to cleverness, you're the one.

Wu Qiming, who had just been performing passionately on the microphone, couldn't help showing off to Shen Ci at this moment, and frantically poured out his thoughts on his mental journey of scolding the scumbag.

Of course, if Wu Qiming knew that Murong Ba was always the witness, he would definitely not grab the microphone and say these things at this time.

Really, although the child is small, he still has dignity.

So when President Murong came out to give his blessings to the two newlyweds, Wu Qiming's eyes widened.

I wish I could turn into Makkabaka right on the spot.

The way they clapped looked so mechanical, stiff, and cute.

"Hey, when will your dad come?" Wu Qiming looked at Murong Xue eagerly, trying to get any chance to save his face from her.

"What do you think?" Murong Xue's eyes rarely showed a cunning look of watching the fun.

Wu Qiming, a member of the society, was killed on the spot.

Of course, the one who would be more socially dead would be Mo Xuan. After all, when he knew who the witness was, well... maybe he would have the idea of ​​"it would be better to slip away early".

No one has ever said that President Murong has such a good relationship with the Wu family.

Although Mr. Murong Ba came, he only came to serve as a witness, and took all the children with him when he left.

Gu Zongnan followed him stubbornly.

"We agreed to be a team, how could you leave me alone!" Gu Zongnan knew very well who was the real boss at this time, and he just looked at Murong Xue eagerly.

President Murong looked at his daughter, asking with his eyes: Do you want to take him with you?

There was a hint of disdain in Murong Xue's eyes, but she still nodded.

"Then let's go together." President Murong Ba didn't think there was anything wrong with having one more person. Since his daughter had agreed, he had to give her face.

So the big one took a group of small ones and returned to the villa in Jincheng City in a mighty car.

Mr. Murong Ba didn't come back. He dropped the children off at his old nest and went about his business in a hurry.

In Jincheng City's old nest, Secretary Li had been waiting for a long time, with his standard professional smile:

"The Education Aid Foundation has been officially established. The head of the foundation, Hao Yanluo, has selected ten welfare homes. Starting tomorrow morning, over the next five days, you will go to the welfare homes in person to interview the children."

"The gentleman said that you are required to each select ten people. The foundation will provide special financial assistance to these people until they graduate from university."

Gu Zongnan looked hesitant, he just wanted to hang out with his good friend, but he didn't expect to be involved in the affairs of the Murong family's charity foundation again.

"Then what should I do?" Gu Zongnan pointed at himself.

Secretary Li looked at Gu Zongnian and said, "On the way back to Jincheng just now, Mr. Li has already contacted your parents. You will stay with them. A servant will help you clean up the guest room in a while."

Song Pingqing felt it was strange when he heard this. It had been more than nine months since the auction specially held to raise funds for the student aid foundation ended. Even if there was the matter of the Hu Nao Group, according to President Murong Ba's efficiency, it would be impossible for him to start the funding activities only now.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing asked, "Why do we have to choose people?"

Secretary Li continued with a smile: "Sir, your answer to this question is that the unified funding for the early stage has been implemented. This time is just to test your vision in selecting people."

This answer is even weirder, isn't it?

The address of the first selection site was at Jincheng Orphanage, which was thirty-five kilometers away from where they lived. The total number of registered inhabitants of Jincheng Orphanage was only 798.

Secretary Li distributed the orphanage's information to everyone: "The rest of the information will be distributed one by one during your selection process."

Everyone was holding the documents, but couldn't come up with anything to discuss, so they just finished reading and went to rest.

The next morning, they met the head of the foundation, Hao Yanluo, at the gate of Jincheng Orphanage.

He brought two assistants and several teachers from the orphanage and brought the six people into the orphanage.

Hao Yanluo has a face that looks simple, honest and blessed, with particularly large earlobes. In addition, his name sounds like "good vision", which makes people feel festive.

Hao Yanju is indeed the head of the foundation. The information in his hand is much more detailed than the one Secretary Li gave yesterday: "In the afternoon, it's Lin City Orphanage. Here is the information of Lin City Orphanage and your schedule for the next few days."

As he spoke, he distributed the information in his hand to several people.

Song Pingqing took it, gave one to Murong Xue first, and then passed the other copies to others.

The fact that Mr. Murong sponsored orphans to go to school was actually quite consistent with her values, so Song Pingqing was happy about it even if she lost her vacation.

The environment of Jincheng Orphanage is pretty good, at least that's what everyone sees.

Bright accommodation environment, dry and comfortable bedding and beds, some old but well-maintained entertainment facilities, and neatly dressed children.

It really looks warm and harmonious.

Murong Xue was a person who had little desire to show off. As the person with the most say in the whole venue, she only took a quick look at the environment and said to Hao Yanluo:

“Don’t waste time. Let’s get straight to the selection process.”

Before everyone arrived, the scholarship foundation had already completed a batch of targeted grants.

At the instruction of President Murong Ba and after multiple evaluations, the foundation provided targeted funding of 2,000 yuan per child to children under the age of six and over the age of fourteen.

Those over the age of sixteen will receive an additional subsidy of two thousand each, in the hope that they can use this money for a short transition when they leave the orphanage to avoid accidentally going astray.

Although Mr. Murong Ba is a little overbearing, his CEO attributes are a little obvious, and his life is a little like something in a novel, he is actually a good person who can understand the suffering of others.

No matter how many times Song Pingqing complained about his weird behavior in his heart, in the final analysis he had to admit that Murong Ba always had a lot of personal charm.

The selection this time is limited to those aged six to fourteen, or strictly speaking, elementary and junior high school students. There are 480 children in this range in the Jincheng Orphanage.

In order to improve efficiency, three groups will conduct the selection process simultaneously, with each group interviewing 160 people.

Murongxue and Song Pingqing are in the same classroom. Wu Qiming and Liu Junxi are in the same classroom. Gu Zongnian and Shen Ci are in the same classroom.

Song Pingqing didn't know what the selection scene looked like in other people's eyes, but from her perspective, it was really a meeting of colorful arrows.

Flashy and eye-catching.

Although he had such talent, Song Pingqing did not plan to select people according to the color of the arrow.

Purple Arrow and Gold Arrow both have good luck, but just like what I have seen many times in my previous life: "Many people are just one opportunity away."

Looking at their eyes, Song Pingqing found it hard not to wonder if they would have had completely different lives if she had given these places to more ordinary children.

Can destiny really determine a person's life?

"Let's sit at two separate tables and watch." Murong Xue felt a headache looking at the huge crowd, "Let's hurry up."

"Okay." Song Pingqing nodded. So the two of them occupied a corner of the classroom, each with a teacher from the orphanage accompanying them to explain the situation of these children.

These children often come with their test papers and stammeringly introduce themselves.

The first little girl Song Pingqing met was nine years old. She had a lisp when introducing herself, but her papers were neat and her grades seemed OK. Unfortunately, after saying a few words, she hung her head in frustration.

"Yingying has some problems with her tongue tie." The teacher next to her took the initiative to explain for her.

"It's not a big problem actually. It can be solved with a small operation. But there are too many children in the orphanage, and her problem is not that serious, so the money should be used for those children with more dangerous conditions."

Looking at the pitiful and depressed look of the little girl in front of him, and seeing such a familiar illness, Song Pingqing's memories were suddenly brought back to a long, long time ago.

That was a thing of the past life. At that time, Song Pingqing was only 28 years old, and the level of technology at that time was far higher than the world we live in today.

Thinking back to that time, Song Pingqing felt a trance from the depths of his soul. That memory seemed like the past and also like the future.

When the second daughter was brought to her, she had just started to speak. Song Pingqing already had experience in taking care of children, and she soon noticed that the second daughter's pronunciation was slightly different from that of her older brothers and sisters.

Song Pingqing took her daughter to the hospital immediately, and after examination, she found out that it was a tongue tie problem.

The doctor's solution at that time was to adjust the feeding posture first. Song Pingqing was embarrassed on the spot. She had no way to breastfeed, so she could only feed the baby with a bottle for three weeks as instructed by the doctor.

After three weeks, there was no improvement and surgery was the only option.

The operation was very simple, and the patient could go home the same day. Song Pingqing was thoughtful and decisive in his decision-making, so when his second daughter grew up, she had no idea that this incident had happened to her.