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

The lawyers of the Gu family and the Murong family had made preparations early. They gathered together for a small meeting on Saturday and Sunday to sort out all the necessary information. On Monday morning, they formally filed the lawsuit.

Two other pieces of news arrived at the same time as the lawyer's letter.

There is news that the Gu family will participate in the bidding for two local tourism development projects in Province H and Province R, and that a subsidiary of the Wanmu Group is meeting and communicating with the largest client of the Xie family.

The former is a family matter, and the latter is a business matter. Although neither of them has been determined yet, being attacked from both inside and outside has really annoyed Xie's father and mother.

"Damn it! That ungrateful little bastard is so close to the Gu family kid, they must have done it on purpose." Father Xie was furious.

He was smart for once, but if you call your own son an ungrateful bastard, then who are you?

Just when he was angry, a very favored and well-informed illegitimate son of the Xie family came to the door in a swagger.

"Brother, we've only handed over this business to you for more than half a month. How come you've offended two big groups so quickly? And caused such a big disturbance? Hey, as a younger brother, I really don't want to say anything to you. You should think about how to admit your mistake to dad first."

Father Xie was extremely angry, his eyes were red, "How dare you, a bastard who is not worthy of being on the stage, come to control me?"

"Hey~ I'm a illegitimate child, then what's the one in your family? He can't even be considered a illegitimate child, right? He wasn't your child, and you treat a bastard like a treasure." The visitor didn't care about Xie's father's ridicule at all. After the ridicule, he said, "I'm going to complain to our dad. Brother, you just wish yourself good luck."

After saying that, he walked away, and Xie's father was so angry that he smashed all the antique vases in the office.

"Xie's stock price is green, it's so beautiful." Shen Ci held the laptop and pointed it to everyone.

"It's really satisfying." Gu Zongnian was very proud and made a very childish gesture, "I am his retribution~"

"Every action has its consequences~" Song Pingqing couldn't help but remark sarcastically.

Secretary Li is very reliable. Under Murong Xue's instructions, he has already thoroughly investigated all the illegal operations of the company inherited by Xie's father over the years.

At this time, Murong Xue handed the USB drive full of evidence to Wu Qiming: "Take it easy, don't reveal all of it at once."

"It hurts when a blunt knife cuts the flesh." Shen Ci knew very well how to get the most relief when it came to revenge.

Wu Qiming gave a very unstandard salute and said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, everyone, I promise to complete the task!"

Song Pingqing coughed a few times, his face flushed: "We are really a group of clever little ghosts."

I don’t know what’s wrong, but Song Pingqing has been coughing all the time recently.

When her cough showed no signs of improvement for three consecutive days, Murong Xue urged her to go to the hospital.

"There are no family doctors in Wenzhou, but there are still some good private hospitals." Murong Xue reached out and touched Song Pingqing's forehead again. She had repeated this action at least five or six times that day.

"Although I don't have a fever, it's not a good idea to wait like this. I should go see a doctor as soon as possible."

Song Pingqing felt that this was an exaggeration.

"It's just a few coughs. You don't need to go to the hospital."

Murong Xue knew that this guy never cared about his health. She glared at her and turned to Liu Junxi and said, "Contact the hospital and the bodyguards and have her go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

How arbitrary.

Song Pingqing took a deep look at Murong Xue. This young lady was becoming more and more like a domineering president.

When people get old, they have to take too many medicines and get too many injections. It is normal to take four or five doses of medicine a day. Song Pingqing really doesn't want to take any medicines or get injections.

"Okay, I'll go now. By the way, ask for her leave as well." Liu Junxi turned around and left.

Although this guy will leave the team to study abroad in a few months, isn't he still here now? If you are a monk for a day, you must ring the bell for a day. If you are a follower for a day, you must do the work of a follower.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing's depressed look and said a few words of comfort: "Take medicine and get injections to get better quickly."

Of course everyone understands this principle. Just as Song Pingqing was about to speak, he couldn't help coughing again, and his face turned red.

Wu Qiming was startled, and Shen Ci jumped out from the sofa and poured a glass of warm water.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Pingqing comforted his companions with difficulty.

My God, this body is really bad. When she is not sick, she is as strong as a bull. When she is sick, she is so uncomfortable that I wish I could take away half of her life.

"Should we contact her family?" Wu Qiming suggested.

Before Murong Xue could speak, Song Pingqing waved his hands again and again: "They know what else they can do except worry. Stop talking."

In this matter, Song Pingqing couldn't act out the feelings of a child no matter how hard he tried.

It's not that they don't have money to see a doctor or buy medicine, and it's not that there's no one to take care of them. There are a lot of nannies in Wencheng, and there are bodyguards and nurses when they go to the hospital. There's no need for Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan to rush over to take care of them and make them worry in vain.

"Let's wait until the test results come out before we talk." Murong Xue could understand what Song Pingqing was thinking. She didn't want to disturb her hardworking widower father unless it was a big deal. "If it's not a big deal, don't talk about it."

Liu Junxi came back very quickly: "Everything has been arranged. Zhao Lei will pick me up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and he will bring two bodyguards. The hospital has arranged for Dr. Jin through the VIP channel. You can come and see me anytime."

"I need VIP for such a minor illness." Song Pingqing complained in a low voice out of habit.

"Be honest with me!"

Murong Xue was furious. She hated Song Pingqing's inability to be so naughty at such a time. She glared at her fiercely and said, "Don't pass on your problems to me again."

Look, this is the eldest daughter, she turns hostile at the drop of a hat. She obviously cares about others, but she acts like she is disgusted.

Hey~ Miss, Miss~

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious." Song Pingqing recovered a little and said while coughing, "I'm in good health. We've known each other for such a long time, and I've only been sick twice. I'm much better than you."

It's much less. The three times he got sick combined are not as scary as this time.

"Don't you remember what the health teacher said? People who get minor illnesses on a regular basis are actually in better health and less likely to get serious illnesses. This proves that the immune system is working." Wu Qiming said smugly, "I remember it very clearly."

"Can you say something nice?" Murong Xue was angry. She couldn't lose her temper at the patient, but she could scold the person who was rude. "Don't you see how miserable she is?"

Dogs bark.

Shen Ci thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it. He directly reached out and covered Wu Qiming's mouth: "Say less, it makes you look bad."

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Wu Qiming raised his hands in surrender.

Song Pingqing was diagnosed with bronchitis. Doctor Jin said: "Fortunately, you came early. The disease develops very quickly. If you had delayed it any longer, it would have turned into pneumonia."

No? Is it necessary to do this to her with this broken physique?

Song Pingqing was in tears, but was delighted to receive the hospitalization package, which allowed him to receive treatment and recuperation at the same time.

Shen Ci sent a message in the group chat of the three milk tea brothers: "Xue'er is angry and doesn't want to pay attention to you."

Wu Qiming responded, "Boy, I advise you to be careful with your words. God is watching you."

This statement means something.

Shen Ci suddenly felt a chill, and when he looked up, he saw Murong Xue staring at him.

"Haha." Shen Ci laughed awkwardly, with beads of sweat faintly visible between the hair on the back of his head. "What's the matter?"

No, she is my sister Xueer who grew up with me, so why do I feel that the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger?

"Send clothes." Murong Xue said coldly with no expression on her face.

Shen Ci: “Ah?”

Wu Qiming immediately came over and automatically became the great translator:

"You mean to ask Aunt Zhang to bring her some clothes, sheets, and quilt covers, and bring some nutritious meals with her, and clean her room thoroughly, disinfect it, and open the windows for ventilation?"

Is this the highest level of reading comprehension?

How did you manage to translate so many words?

Shen Ci was shocked: How did he do that?

Gu Zongnian was horrified: Where did Uncle Murong find this weirdo?

Liu Junxi shook his head and said nothing: These are all Wu Qiming’s basic skills.

Top crosstalk performers often only need the simplest reminder to automatically derive X thousand words, which is better than AI.

Murong Xue thought about it and felt that this arrangement was appropriate, so she nodded and said, "Send her broken laptop over as well, so that she can have some fun."

Day after day, she just holds her broken computer.

"Then send the textbooks and homework as well?" Shen Ci suggested weakly.

"Hey~ Why do you still need to do homework and study when you are sick? Can't we just let our big brother have a good rest?" Wu Qiming immediately retorted, "Sending homework to the bedside, this is such an immoral and unkind thing to do."

Murong Xue nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, don't send me off."

As Murong Xue's good sister and the chief follower of the Murong family, Song Pingqing used the VIP channel when she was sick and of course stayed in the VIP ward when she was hospitalized.

Song Pingqing collapsed on the hospital bed for a while, and the very considerate nurse immediately brought him a glass of warm water.

When the IV drip in her hand was half finished, Aunt Zhang came.

When the slightly plump figure appeared in the ward, Song Pingqing's eyes lit up.

She came, she came, she came with Song Pingqing's life.

The computer is in place, and the 88-year-old woman’s cultivation has started!

Aunt Zhang went to change her bedding. Seeing Song Pingqing was so excited that he was about to start working on the computer, she couldn't help but remind him, "You should have a good rest. You can't get sick at such a young age."

"You don't understand." Song Pingqing poked half of her head out from behind the computer and said in her Donald Duck voice, "The body can rest, but the soul needs to go to another world to cultivate."

Aunt Zhang didn't understand, but she could see that Song Pingqing had no intention of resting at all. She could only shake her head and go out to tell the nurse.

What a joke! This is a distinguished VVVVVVVVVIP person, so Song Pingqing was happily bombarded with requests from beautiful sisters.

"It's time to rest."

"Take a break before playing again."

"It's time to take medicine. Are you afraid of taking medicine, Xiao Pingqing?"

Song Pingqing: Even if the king of heaven comes today, he can’t change my soul’s determination to cultivate immortality!

Thus, within just ten days, the editor-in-chief watched the 88-year-old woman who was holding the spiritual spring and trying to cultivate immortality soar all the way from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Lianxu Stage.

The update is quite unstable.

During the ten days in the hospital, I had to take medicine, adjust my diet, and receive intravenous drips. There were two bodyguards standing at the door of the ward, and the atmosphere was as depressing as being in prison.

Fortunately, Song recovered quickly, otherwise she would have staged a "prison break" sooner or later.

On the day of discharge, Murong Xue actually came to pick him up in person. The first thing she said when they met was: "Come to the hospital earlier if you feel unwell in the future." She even said that she was in good health, but the doctor said that you almost had pneumonia.

"I felt like I was fine in the last few days, but the doctor wouldn't let me leave the hospital." Song Pingqing pointed at Zhao Lei, "If you don't believe me, ask him if I was full of energy these days."

Zhao Lei silently took two steps to the side, thinking to himself: Please don't tell me, I don't know who had a fever of 39 degrees twice in the middle of the night.

"You think I don't know you have a fever." Murong Xue thought of the chili sauce Song Pingqing brought from Jincheng, "You should eat less chili. The doctor has complained."

Life is just about the desire for food.

That chili sauce is a specialty carefully prepared by the old village chief of Shan'ao Village!

Squash!

Song Pingqing burst into tears: "No, I just ate some pickled mustard tuber when I was in the hospital."

After returning home, I found that the chili sauce had been locked away by Zhang's mother.

Aunt Zhang smiled kindly and benevolently: "This is all arranged by the eldest lady."

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Can't we just not have the domineering attributes at a time like this?

Song Pingqing tried to argue with him, but under Murong Xue's sharp eyes, he immediately shrank into silence.

"Well, tell me how the Jianguo matter is going recently." Seeing that Murong Xue was reluctant to talk to him, Song Pingqing reached out and pulled her hand.

Murong Xue threw her hand aside and ignored her.

But Song Ping knew clearly that this guy was definitely not angry. If he was really angry, he would not have brought a group of people to pick him up.

So he glanced at Gu Zongnian coldly, and Gu Zongnian shouted and dragged the others to Shen Ci's room, saying as they walked: "What are we going to tell them? Aren't there new games? Let's go."

Seeing that there was no one around, Song Pingqing simply squatted in front of Murong Xue, said nothing, and just watched.

Wherever Murong Xue turned, Song Pingqing followed.

"You're so annoying!" After a while, Murong Xue was so annoyed by her weird behavior that she laughed, "Pay attention to your health."

"Okay, okay, next time I get sick, I'll go see a doctor right away, okay?" Song Pingqing promised quickly.

"It's better to get sick less often." Murong Xue was helpless. She was not able to adapt to the fact that she didn't have a desk mate around her this week.

Seeing that Murong Xue was no longer angry, Song Pingqing turned around and shouted into the room: "Still playing! Do you want to keep your eyes?"

"We're done!" Several people in the house responded in unison.

Song Pingqing secretly felt superior in his heart. Grandma had played holographic games in her previous life, and you guys are still fighting over who is the Overlord.