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

Seeing Song Pingqing's surprised expression, Murong Xue smiled and said, "Why do you look like that? Isn't this a very normal thing?"

This is normal! This is clearly a disaster for minors!

Before Song Pingqing could say anything, the door of the banquet hall was opened again, and President Murong Ba walked into the banquet hall with a thin young man.

Song Pingqing was already a worldly-wise man, and he could tell at a glance that although his clothes looked decent, they seemed a little too big and didn't fit him well.

Such a mistake should not occur in such an occasion, especially not next to President Murong Ba.

Unless you are really in a hurry and don’t have time to customize new clothes.

"Isn't this the young master of the Shen family? How come he came in with President Murong Ba?"

"Didn't his family declare bankruptcy a few days ago?"

"Yes, the Shen couple is missing, leaving behind two children. Where is the other one?"

The sound of faint conversation came into Song Pingqing's ears.

Song Pingqing looked from afar and saw that the young man was filled with an aura of "keep away from strangers". His eyes swept across the people in the banquet hall and seemed full of hostility.

Woc! This tastes just right!

Look at this, look at the whole demeanor, this thing definitely belongs to some male character with a tragic fate!

Whether he is the signature handsome, strong and tragic male supporting role, or the standard male protagonist who is cold and dotes on only one person, it all depends on whether he is with the female protagonist in the end.

"That's him." Murongxue tugged at Song Pingqing's sleeve and carefully observed the expression on his face. "Dad just told me this morning. What do you think?"

"Not as handsome as me." Song Pingqing answered irrelevantly. She didn't want to comment on such things. Instead, she reacted like a jealous best friend, "You have a fiancé, are you still with us?"

Murong Xue immediately showed an expression of "what nonsense are you talking about" and quickly pulled Song Pingqing's hand and said, "Why are you angry? Why would I not be nice to you guys?"

Song Pingqing turned his head and snorted in a very arrogant manner.

Just as President Murong walked to the center position holding the boy's hand, a slightly sharp child's voice suddenly erupted in the banquet hall.

"Shen Ci! Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

A multi-layered pink cake rushed out of the crowd and went straight to the thin figure next to President Murong Ba, hugging him without hesitation.

………Oh no? Someone is messing up the place?

Song Pingqing subconsciously looked at Murong Xue's expression, but saw that after a brief moment of surprise, she showed the same expression of shock as himself.

"Your fiancé is quite likable." Song Pingqing said in a very low voice.

Before Murong Xue could answer, the little cake in the multi-layered pink puffy skirt started crying loudly.

The pink cake cried and yelled, "I know you are mad at me, but my dad was just saying that in anger. I love you the most, how could I be willing to break up with you?"

Everyone: This sentence contains a lot of information.

Song Pingqing: This statement sounds familiar. Oh no, it sounds familiar. It often appears in stories about the female supporting character’s rebirth or time travel.

There is no need to ask why this is not a story about the heroine's rebirth. Most stories about the heroine's rebirth are about revenge, and none of them will steal the man right from the start.

According to the theory and the common plot of this type of writing, the little cake lady should then cause a scene at the venue and take the person away in a very forceful manner.

Then take good care of him to prevent Shen Ci from turning evil.

Or try your best to ensure that even if Shen Ci turns evil, he still has his little piece of cake in his heart.

"Who is this person?"

The rustling sounds behind me were keen to pass on first-hand information.

"Oh, the eldest daughter of the Hu family from the Hu Nao Group." another voice replied.

...In a sense, you really pay attention to the basic rules of the audience of a novel, and firmly adhere to the principle of delivering effective information when readers don't understand.

Sure enough, the next second, the naughty little cake lady screamed for her dad at the top of her voice. The chairman of the Nonsense Group was so angry that he walked out of the crowd with a red face.

President Mu's domineering power was so terrifying that Chairman Hu Nao was sweating profusely at a glance: "Mr. Murong, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. The child is ignorant, don't bother with him."

President Murong stared at Shen Ci for a while, then stared at Chairman Hu Nao for a while, and said coldly: "Shen Ci is the son of an old friend of mine, I won't tolerate others making such jokes."

"Yes, yes, Master Shen is a rare talent. It's all because of my ignorance that I offended Master Shen by making connections." Chairman Hu Nao reached out to pull his daughter, "Zhen'er, apologize to Mr. Murong!"

Unexpectedly, the pull failed. The silly little cake used all his strength to hug Shen Ci tightly and shouted, "I'm not wrong! Why should I apologize? You just can't stand his family's decline! Shen Ci! I believe in you! No matter who betrays you, I will stand by you."

What an impassioned confession.

"Oh my god, not only does she have no aesthetic sense, but she's also such a bad actress." The supporting actor who came over at some point said with deep emotion, "My Lele wouldn't even wear clothes like this."

"Is Lele your little sister?" Murong Xue asked. They all knew that Wu Qiming's family had recently given birth to a third child.

"It's my mother's Teddy."

...That's enough of you.

Chairman Hu Nao saw that the situation was out of control and under President Murong Ba's death gaze, he could only swallow his anger and comfort his daughter first.

"When did Dad say that he wanted you to break off your engagement with Shen Ci? Isn't he missing and hasn't been found yet?"

"Don't worry, since you like him so much, Dad will definitely support you."

"Today is Miss Murong's birthday party. Can you get off him first?"

There were a few sporadic laughters from all around, and Song Pingqing was having a hard time holding it in.

Enough, it’s really enough. Although I haven’t reopened in the weird world, this world is really weird enough.

As a result of this, Murong Xue's fiancé was exposed before he could even show up. After seeking the opinion of President Murong Ba, he could only leave with Chairman Hu Nao and his little cake.

"Are you okay?" Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue. She thought that this eldest lady who had had everything going smoothly since birth would show an angry and sad expression.

However, although Murong Xue was genuinely angry, she did not look sad.

She looked at Song Pingqing angrily: "The people from this nonsense group are really nonsense! How dare they make such a scene at my birthday party!"

...The words sound like a vicious female supporting role. Come on, young lady, you are the most beautiful girl in Gaoling.

However, Murong Xue changed the subject and said, "Since they are poor and humble, I won't bother with them!"

It's pretty good, and she doesn't develop into a vicious female supporting role. But is this how the saying "poverty and humbleness cannot be changed" is used?

This was just a small incident at the banquet. No one dared to ask why President Murong Ba brought the young master of the bankrupt Shen family here, for fear of bringing bad luck to that person and affecting their own business.

They can enjoy the melons, but they can't go against the money.

"Alas, your fiancé is gone. You'll have to be with us from now on." Only Song Pingqing dared to get close to Murong Xue's ear and dance in the minefield.

"You're so annoying!" Murong Xue patted her chest lightly, "Next time I won't dare to speak so quickly, so that you won't laugh at me if something unexpected happens again."

"I'm not mocking you, I'm happy for you." Song Pingqing said, "What kind of person do you want to choose when you grow up? If you decide now, what if the other person grows up to be ugly?"

"Then I will definitely find someone more handsome than you."

"That's a bit difficult." Song Pingqing said with a smile, "After all, there are not many people who are prettier than me."

"Ah - how can there be someone as narcissistic as you!"

With this interruption, Murong Xue's mood obviously improved a lot.

Song Pingqing successfully received his first piece of birthday cake after President Murong.

Song Pingqing successfully received a 30-second death stare from President Murong.

Fortunately, I’m not the first one, otherwise I would have directly been fucked by some daughter-slave.

Not long after Murong Xue's birthday, President Murong Ba suddenly came to the study at eight in the morning when he had no classes scheduled.

At that time, Wu Qiming was arguing with Liu Junxi about the solution to a problem with red ears, Song Pingqing was scolding them to keep their voices down, and Murongxue was standing by the window memorizing words with a vocabulary book in her arms.

The house was noisy and full of young people's youthful energy.

This was the scene that President Murong Ba saw when he entered the room, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

The room became quiet in an instant.

Song Pingqing turned his head to look, and felt that the stern face of a certain domineering president was highly similar to that of his class teacher at that moment.

He almost said, "You are the worst class I have ever taught!"

But of course the domineering president would not say such a thing. He just walked to the podium and threw down a thunderbolt in a very calm manner.

"I heard that you guys are doing well in your recent courses."

Is it a flattery from the leaders?! Or is it a sign that the capitalists are about to start PUA?!

Everyone involuntarily sat up straight and looked at President Murong, as quiet as if they were listening to a very lively and interesting class.

"You must know that practice is the only criterion for testing truth..."

You can recite Marxism-Leninism very fluently. Huh? Is there actually Marxism-Leninism in this world?

"So I decided to let the four of you participate in the company's projects together."

Phew—Brother, our average age is only seven and a half years old!!!

"Secretary Liu, tell them about the project."

You really dare.

Secretary Liu is Liu Junxi's father. He handed the documents in the briefcase to them and asked them to pass them around before he began to tell the story.

This is a poverty alleviation project that a branch of the group is currently planning. It is located in a village in the southwestern province N.

"The company plans to invest 50 million yuan. Your task is to make a project plan within one month." Secretary Liu wrote a number on the small blackboard:.

"These are your activity funds for this month, including your living expenses, accommodation expenses, and transportation expenses for this month."

Murong Xue looked at Murong Ba in disbelief: "But daddy, there are four of us. How can forty thousand yuan a month be enough for us?"

…Actually, according to current prices, this amount of money is really quite a lot.

The premise is…

"How many bodyguards can uncle assign to us?" Song Pingqing asked, "The living expenses of the bodyguards cannot be included, right?"

It’s not that she can’t afford it, but mainly because she can’t cook for so many people.

"Well, that's right. There are so many news reports about child trafficking nowadays." Wu Qiming's mind has always been quick when it comes to matters like this, and he climbed up the pole swiftly.

"There must be no surveillance in the village." Liu Junxi added.

"Oh, what should I do? I'm so scared." Murong Xue acted as if she was trembling pitifully.

The four children were not very good at acting, but under the guidance of Song Pingqing, they tacitly pointed out the most dangerous part of the plan.

President Murong Ba's face darkened, and he quickly replied, "In that case, I will give you twenty bodyguards and four cars."

"I'll take care of the bodyguards' wages and food, but..." President Murong glanced at them, "Don't expect the bodyguards to do odd jobs for you! They are only responsible for your safety."

"Yes sir!" The one who is so naughty must be the supporting actor.

"The bodyguards also have to eat from three pots." Song Pingqing rarely quibbled. Facing the boss's questioning gaze, she tactfully said, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

What if the food is poisoned, won’t everyone be wiped out?

"Got it!" President Murong Ba left the study with a gloomy face.

These guys are little brats.

"Are we agreeing to this?" Liu Junxi looked at his father's meaningful eyes before he left, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Do you still have the right to refuse?" Wu Qiming put his elbow on his shoulder and said with a playful smile, "Aren't you afraid of being rejected directly?"

"That's a 50 million project!!" Liu Junxi's tone was full of disbelief.

Half a small goal.

"What's wrong with 50 million? Even 100 million will do!"

What’s wrong with half a small goal? Even if it’s a small goal, we have to achieve it!

It was Murong Xue, who always looked gentle and cute, who stood up and said, "Now you don't even dare to take on a project worth 50 million. If a bigger project passes by you in the future, are you just going to let the opportunity slip away?"

The words were spoken in the manner of a big boss, worthy of being the daughter of President Murong.

Song Pingqing put his elbow on Liu Junxi's other shoulder and said jokingly, "What are you doing? A group of minors who don't even have the capacity for civil conduct really expect you to take responsibility."

Liu Junxi had no way of arguing with this.

Song Pingqing pointed at Wu Qiming and said, "This guy is only eight years old. Well, he is half a human. If anything goes wrong, just blame him."

“???” Wu Qiming showed a very artificial expression as if saying “I treat you as a brother, and you treat me as a scapegoat”.

With everyone singing the same tune, Liu Junxi finally put down some of the burden in his heart.

Everyone quickly finalized the itinerary and first looked up information about Province N together. Liu Junxi contacted the bodyguard team and the hotel, and decided to set off for Province N the day after tomorrow afternoon, stay for a day, and then enter the village.

Looking at Liu Junxi who was holding his cell phone and going out to meet the bodyguard team with a look of despair on his face, Song Pingqing said, "I'm going to the bathroom," and followed him out.

"Are you really not nervous?" Liu Junxi said weakly, holding the phone.

"You have to firmly believe in one thing."

"Is there anyone from the Murong family who can help take the blame?" Liu Junxi asked.

"No, given our current level, the fact that the leader dares to entrust this matter to us only proves that this matter is not important." Song Pingqing said.

"This is a major matter that affects the development of an entire village. How can it be treated as a joke?"

"Brother, do you really think that the people under my uncle are just here to do nothing?" Song Pingqing rolled his eyes. "They just asked us to make a project plan, but they didn't say it would be implemented."

Liu Junxi suddenly realized: "That's right!" He was blinded by the 50 million and didn't expect this.

"Besides, whether it is feasible or not is not up to us to decide." Song Pingqing added, "Let's take a step back. Even if our project proposal is approved, it has to be based on the approval of my uncle's subordinates. If his subordinates approve it, it has nothing to do with us."

Liu Junxi relaxed and made a phone call happily.