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

Pulling his thoughts back from a distant place, Song Pingqing subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the head of the little girl in front of him, telling her that this was not a big deal.

Her hand had already been extended when she suddenly realized that she was not the old lady from her previous life. It was too inappropriate to do this action at her current age. She immediately changed her mind, picked up the water bottle on the table and drank some water, successfully covering up the embarrassment.

Murong Xue, who was not far away, had already noticed the progress here that had not moved, and could not help but cast a puzzled look over here.

This was the first time since she started living again that the old lady's psychology caused such a big disturbance to Song Pingqing, making her involuntarily want to pity and help the child.

But can she help completely?

Song Pingqing thought secretly.

My doctor in my previous life told me that this situation is not uncommon. Who knows how much a tongue tie surgery costs in this world?

This one helped, what about the next one?

Will you help the next one?

How many children in orphanages have been abandoned for this reason?

How many people can she help?

Although he had anticipated the condition of the children in the orphanage, Song Pingqing did not expect that the first situation he encountered would be this.

Seeing the little girl in front of him, Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This suddenly reminded her of her past life, and it was really hard for Song Pingqing to ignore it.

The most secret softness in her heart was aroused, and she thought of the people and things in her previous life, and finally she couldn't help but speak.

"How much will this surgery cost?"

In previous lives, this surgery only cost a few hundred to four thousand dollars. Although the technology in this world is nearly twenty years behind that of previous lives, it doesn't matter.

If it's expensive, help one person; if it's not expensive, help a group. You can do as much as you can with your money.

The Murong family gave her 50,000 yuan in pocket money every month, and she saved so much. Now she has countless money in her pocket and a small string of zeros in her bank card. Isn't it enough for her to do a good deed openly?

"Actually, this operation usually costs about one thousand yuan, but the doctor said her case is a little more complicated and it will cost two thousand yuan." The teacher next to her looked embarrassed.

Song Pingqing fell into deep thought.

Two thousand yuan is not an unacceptable price, and it shouldn't matter if I help a few people.

“How many children with this condition are there in the orphanage?”

This question is a bit arrogant.

The teacher beside her was slightly stunned, and thought for a moment: "If we include those under six and those over fourteen, there will be eight people in total."

Song Pingqing nodded, stood up and shouted to the outside, "Someone from the foundation please help!"

One of the assistants brought by Hao Yanluo came in hurriedly. Seeing that it was Song Pingqing who was calling for help, he asked, "Miss Song, what can I do for you?"

Song Pingqing said to the teacher sitting next to her, "List the names of these eight children and let those who meet the age requirements jump the queue and come to my place for an interview."

Then he said to the assistant, "After the interview, you contact the teacher at the orphanage and arrange for these eight children to have surgery together. You don't have to use the foundation's account. I'll pay for it."

There are only eight of us. No matter how much more we spend, let’s just be a money-giver.

The assistant was stunned: "But this doesn't conform to the rules."

The implication is that this guy has no say in the matter.

Song Pingqing frowned slightly.

Murong Xue at the other end of the classroom had noticed the situation here a long time ago and had been observing for a while. Before Song Pingqing could speak, Murong Xue took the initiative to step forward.

Murong Xue coughed twice to draw attention to him. Her tone was as gentle as ever, but it inexplicably contained a sense of unquestionability:

"Song Pingqing's meaning is my meaning. Just arrange it if I ask you to. If you can't make the decision, let Hao Yangguang do it."

Although the tone was the same as usual, Song Pingqing could tell that Murong Xue's words were not very polite. The eldest lady always hated subordinates with poor execution.

The young assistant knew that this person was the real person in power, so he went to do the work in a meek and obedient manner.

The teacher next to Song Pingqing was already confused. She looked at Song Pingqing and said, "Although the situations of other children are not as complicated as hers, but... can you take out so much money?"

After all, you look like a child! Wouldn't your parents lecture you for spending so much money?

Song Pingqing smiled and said generously, "It's just pocket money, just a little extra."

After saying that, he even made a heart shape with his hands in Murong Xue's direction.

Murong Xue pretended not to see anything.

Bullshit, Grandma Song was actually very distressed. But if she didn't spend the money today, she would feel uncomfortable for a long time in the future whenever she thought about it.

Song Pingqing could still tell the difference between feeling uncomfortable for a while and feeling uncomfortable for a while.

It's not like you can't afford the money anyway, so just spend it. Just think of it as spending money to buy yourself happiness.

As a person, you always have to pay for your emotions.

There is a saying that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Gu Zongnan, who was in the next classroom, saw the young assistant coming to his room to call people out. After asking the reason, he immediately felt that Song Pingqing's act of throwing money was truly heroic and chivalrous, and decided to follow suit.

He, Gu, is really much richer than Song Pingqing. As a wealthy family comparable to the Murong family, Gu Zongnan's pocket money is most likely on the same level as Murong Xue's.

The answer is that there is no upper limit. You can use the secondary card at home and spend as much as you want.

So Gu also took action, and immediately waved his hand, looking like a future CEO: "Since my elder brother wants to fund them to do something... uh... "

"Tongue tie." Shen Ci kindly reminded.

"Oh, tongue-tie surgery. Then I will sponsor all the children in the orphanage who have heart problems and need surgery."

You really dare to say that! ! ! !

The assistant who was assisting with the registration was stunned: Is it so rich to be a follower of a young lady these days?

After all, how could he know that this boy who was currently giving away money would be the future head of Gu's company?

"How many children here need heart surgery?" asked the assistant.

The teacher in charge of registration was stunned: "...There are at least fifty or sixty of them."

I didn't count them all, there are too many. Many children would not be sent here if they didn't have this congenital problem.

Gu Zongnian had no idea how much money he had just paid with that little wave of his hand and the footsteps he had promised. He was still feeling smug and happy in his heart, "Big brother paid on the first day of the month, and I paid on the fifteenth. There's really nothing wrong with that."

In short, given Young Master Gu's personality, he absolutely didn't feel that what he did was an attempt to usurp the throne.

This guy is very smart at times, but ridiculously naive at other times. Until now, he just naively thinks that since his elder brother has taken the lead, he, as the younger brother, must follow.

Although he could not follow Song Pingqing's footsteps in terms of martial arts, he firmly followed his elder brother in ideology.

The speed at which he took out the money stunned Shen Ci who was standing by.

No, fifty or sixty people, that would have to be tens of millions, right?

ah? ? ? ?

What kind of magic potion did Song Pingqing feed him???

"Why don't you discuss this with your family?" Shen Ci tried to remind him that it was not a good idea to do so.

However... Gu Zongnian didn't care at all, or maybe he was just a little bit stupid, and didn't understand the deep meaning of Shen Ci's words at all. He waved his hand in a self-conscious manner: "Xiao Qian, sprinkle some water~"

Although the two were not in the same classroom and neither of them saw the other's behavior with their own eyes, Gu Zongnan really learned Song Pingqing's behavior completely.

Shen Ci remained silent, but was secretly sighing in his heart: Why on earth would Murong Xue agree to Gu Zongnan joining the team? Isn't he just a pure and naive person?

In a sense, Shen Ci did tell the truth. That's what Murong Xue really thought back then.

After solving so many big and numerous problems in a row, the director of Jincheng City Orphanage was so happy that he cried!!!

She originally thought that this event was just a bunch of second-generation rich people coming to the orphanage to improve their reputation, going through the process and randomly selecting a few people to sponsor for fun, but she didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise.

Song Pingqing and Gu Zongnan both spent money to buy their own happiness. The sick child successfully got the opportunity to be cured. The dean solved many of his worries at once, and everyone was happy.

I just don’t know how Mr. and Mrs. Gu will react when they see this bill.

However, those who can get along with Mr. Murong Ba are generally not bad people.

After all, the number of places was limited, and after the morning, Song Pingqing had only selected one person.

He is a child with mild cerebral palsy who has excellent academic performance. He is thirteen years old this year, but he is already in the third year of junior high school and will soon take the high school entrance examination.

At this age, he is the oldest among these candidates.

When this person answered Song Pingqing's questions, he spoke slowly but clearly and logically.

Song Pingqing wanted to make things difficult for her, so he asked someone to get physics materials and selected some questions for her to do on the spot.

The girl wrote slowly, stroke by stroke, and her handwriting was a little ugly, but her steps were neat and every stroke was perfect, which showed that she was very familiar with these topics.

Song Pingqing looked at the green arrow on her head and fell into deep thought.

There is never a shortage of protagonists in this world. Among the people interviewed this morning, there were two children with very light golden arrows on their heads.

Golden Arrow is a person favored by heaven’s destiny, but is Golden Arrow necessarily a good person?

Song Wen, who was rescued once, seemed pretty good at the time, but no one knew what kind of person she would be in the future.

Liu Junjie, who has an extremely high IQ, shocked everyone in the written examination and received huge financial support from the Murong family. However, when he really encountered trouble, he ignored the support and ran away with his brother.

At that time, Song Pingqing felt that one could not judge a person’s friendliness solely by the color of the arrow.

The arrow can represent luck, but it cannot represent character.

Song Pingqing felt that compared to the owner of the golden arrow who developed recklessly under the favor of heaven, this kind of person who would never compromise and fight with fate even in adversity was also quite worthy of respect.

"It's done." The girl put the answer in front of Song Pingqing.

The answer is almost exactly the same as the standard answer.

"What kind of person do you want to be in the future?" Song Pingqing asked.

"If I can get into university, I want to study computer science." The girl's answer surprised Song Pingqing a little.

“Why do you want to study computer science?”

"I really want to study medicine, but my situation is not suitable."

Indeed, her movements were somewhat impaired.

"Later, I heard that there were games overseas that allowed people to control characters in a virtual world. I wanted to create a world on the computer where children like me could live a healthy and happy life."

She really needs this opportunity.

It's not just for yourself.

After figuring this out, Song Pingqing chose the girl in front of him almost without hesitation.

Song Pingqing smiled and extended his hand to her: "I hope this grant can be the starting point of your dream. I wish you success."

The girl's eyes widened, as if she had never expected that she would actually get this opportunity.

However, Song Pingqing saw that at the moment she chose, the color of the arrow above the girl's head began to change, flash, and jump, but it did not stop immediately, as if life suddenly extended into many possibilities.

Song Pingqing didn't bother about what the final result of the arrow's color would be. He simply announced that his group's selection was over and started to slack off.

Things like luck should also change over time like Feng Shui.

At noon, several children ignored the obstruction and insisted on running to the orphanage cafeteria to have lunch together. When they saw the dishes without any meat, except Song Pingqing who had expected it, they all couldn't help but feel like they were poured a bucket of cold water.

"How can this be nutritious?" Wu Qiming was about to cry. "There's not even a big piece of meat!"

Or you are chubby, and even after coming to the orphanage you are still worrying about the poor food.

So Young Master Wu paid out of his own pocket and announced that he would improve the meals for the children in the orphanage that night, with each person receiving a single McDonald's meal and an additional snack.

This guy's card was his sister's secondary card. Wu Zhenming had to call and ask about such a large and inexplicable expenditure.

As a result, the kind-hearted Wu Zhenming also signed a funding contract with the orphanage, but required the other party to cooperate with the filming of some variety shows and TV dramas when necessary.

Very good, very good. Everyone here has a heart full of truth, goodness and beauty.

At noon, in a temporary hotel, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue rested in the same room.

Murongxue looked at the sleepy Song and asked, "Now that the money has been spent, are you happy?"

Song Pingqing had the habit of taking a nap, so he felt sleepy early. As soon as he entered the room, he threw off his shoes and ran to the bed, not even bothering to close the curtains. As soon as he touched the pillow, he was already confused: "Huh? Money? What money?"

"..." Murong Xue was speechless for a while, pressed the remote control to close the curtains, and reminded, "Of course, some people did a good deed to give them the money for the surgery."

"Ah..." Song Pingqing tried hard to wake himself up, but the darker the environment, the easier it was to sleep. "She's just a little girl. Who knows if she will be bullied by others in school because of this problem and her background."

"Besides, it's not a huge amount of money. Any help counts." Song Pingqing muttered, and before he could finish his words, he fell into a coma.

For Murong Xue, this money is indeed not a big deal.

But for Song Pingqing, the money she spent today was equivalent to her income for half a month.

Perhaps because people feel particularly sleepy after having just eaten lunch, Murong Xue fell asleep leaning against Song Pingqing.