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

Chapter 645 The Eve of Confession

Chapter 645 The Eve of Confession

“This land is ours!”

"No! We, the client, have changed the design of this piece forty-eight times! This piece must be ours!!!"

"The fact that it was changed forty-eight times proves that there was no exact plan for this area from the beginning!"

"I will defend my client's creativity to the death!"

When people in the same industry meet, they are extremely jealous of each other.

Although the order is not from the same person, it is for the same venue.

In this situation, even an area as small as a hair will cause a huge quarrel.

It's impossible not to quarrel.

The two rival parties are preparing surprises for each other's parties. Whoever calls to tell Song Pingqing or Murong Xue what happened will face the risk of being replaced.

The best way is to keep silent, with each party taking half, and combining two venues with very different styles to create unique features. Once Party A is happy, everyone will get the balance.

However, the most frustrated people at this time were not the quarreling planners, but the housekeeper of the old villa.

He was indeed the only one who knew that Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had prepared a confession ceremony for each other.

But no one, whether it was Song Pingqing or Murong Xue, gave him an exact time, and they all said "in the next few days".

The housekeeper originally thought that it would be an arrangement of "you one day, I one day, confessing one by one."

But who would have thought that they would arrange it for the same day.

The relationship between the two invited teams is almost incompatible.

When Mr. Niu invited by Song Pingqing and Mr. Ma invited by Murong Xue looked at each other, it seemed as if there was a passionate BGM, as if the two teams were about to fight in the next second.

The housekeeper had no choice but to dispatch a few more people to maintain order at the scene.

The workers were complaining, and the two parties involved also had their own troubles.

The plan they finally decided on required Party B to enter the house two days in advance to begin setting up the scene. Although they had planned to trick the other party out of the house during class time, how to prevent him from going back became a problem.

Compared to Song Pingqing, Murong Xue, who is busier, can obviously find a more sufficient reason.

The driver who brought them to school parked the car in the parking space, but Murong Xue did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, she looked at Song Pingqing:

"The lab has a project that has reached a critical stage recently. I think this project is very interesting, so I plan to study it carefully. I will probably stay in the on-campus hotel these days."

Murong Xue blinked a few times: "You won't leave me alone in the hotel, right?"

When she said this, Song Pingqing's first thought was that she might have heard some rumors, so he wanted to give himself more time to prepare before confessing. However, it was hard for him to imagine that Murong Xue had the same idea as him.

This reason is really much more brilliant than what Song Pingqing had thought of before.

"of course."

Song Pingqing was worried about not being able to find a more suitable excuse. When he heard Murong Xue say this, he immediately felt relieved and agreed without even thinking:

"I don't have a second class this afternoon, so I can go back early to pack my things."

The fact that I was packing up was fake, but the fact that I wanted to take the opportunity to go back and check on the progress was real.

After all, she had also prepared some luggage in advance for the two of them to live outside.

"Why do you need to do such a trivial matter?" Murong Xue's heartbeat quickened for a moment, but her expression did not change. "I have already arranged it."

When Song Pingqing heard these words, they automatically transformed into another meaning: Murong Xue was very much looking forward to this confession, so much so that she had already taken the initiative to arrange everything else related.

"Alright."

So Song Pingqing compromised immediately: "It's almost exam week, you have more subjects to take, and it's convenient to live in school."

After that, Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "Someone has made a 'canteen food collection' in the school's topic column. I can try some of them these days."

The two people's focus is different. Murong Xue didn't think of paying attention to this aspect. Her original idea was to ask the chef at home to cook and send her the meal.

But since Song Pingqing has already spoken, it means that she already has an idea.

"You have the final say on these matters." Murong Xue picked up her backpack and got off the bus. "Anyway, I won't queue up in the cafeteria."

The popularity of Song Pingqing's appearance on the hot searches has not yet passed, and of course he doesn't want to run to the cafeteria to line up to avoid attracting attention from all directions.

So she immediately looked at the driver in the car.

Through the rearview mirror inside the car, I made eye contact with the driver.

"Okay, Ms. Song, please send the menu to my phone, and I promise to deliver the meal to your door on time every day."

Driver: The boss’s gaze is an order.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Pingqing nodded with satisfaction and got out of the car with his bag.

The two days of waiting for the workers to set up the site were actually quite difficult.

Party A is having a hard time, and the two teams hired by Party A are also having a hard time.

It is difficult for the former to know the exact progress of dressing.

Both Song Pingqing and Murong Xue have been trying their best to prevent the other from returning to the old villa these days.

The latter also did not dare to give the former a clear dressing progress.

After all, once a full-view photo is taken, it will inevitably expose the fact that there is another team occupying the other half of the field.

In order to satisfy Party A, the two teams were eager to take photos of the decoration of the local areas to get the job done.

Under such high pressure, these two leaders who always appeared as competitors in the past actually developed some mutual respect.

"Hey, Mr. Niu, you should also come out and get some fresh air."

"Yes, Mr. Ma, let me have a cigarette." Mr. Niu took out a box of imported cigarettes from his pocket, and without sharing with Mr. Ma who was standing next to him, he put a cigarette directly to his lips.

Mr. Ma showed no sign of weakness and immediately took out a high-end lighter from his arms to help light the cigarette: "Let me do it, my lighter is more stable."

"You still have to compete for this kind of thing. It seems that Mr. Ma still doesn't have enough business." Mr. Niu finally gave Mr. Ma a cigarette. "Here, try it. This is a good cigarette sent by a customer."

In the end, Mr. Ma didn't take it. Instead, he took out an identical box from his pocket and said, "What a coincidence, isn't it? This was also given to me by a customer."

The two suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at each other: "Your cigarette...?"

"It was given by Director Song."

"Mr. Xue gave it to me."

Well...after all the arguing, it turns out to be something produced by the same company.

The butler not far away watched with twitching mouth.

"You two." The butler came over and said with a gentle smile: "No smoking here."

Mr. Niu and Mr. Ma looked at each other and put out their cigarettes at the same time.

Well, now no one should show off or cocky anymore.

We are all working like slaves under the client's roof, so we should just work honestly.