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

Smart phones had not yet been developed, so Murong Xue was certainly not really playing games. Instead, she was replying to some rather troublesome messages.

Hearing Song Pingqing's voice, Murong Xue subconsciously opened her mouth and ate the lychee flesh, while the keys on her hands kept clicking.

Song Pingqing didn't even look at her phone screen, but just stood beside her and fed her.

About three minutes later, Murong Xue suddenly frowned and pursed her lips: "I have to go out for a while."

"Hmm?" Her voice startled Song Pingqing, who was subconsciously looking at the small cake Macron, "Where are you going?"

"Let's go have dinner." Murong Xue put her cell phone into her small bag with no expression on her face.

"It's already six o'clock?"

Normally, Murong Xue would not be notified at this time.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing deeply. The content of this look was very complicated, but it all came down to one sentence: Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

Murong Xue said helplessly: "Do you think I really want to go? Such a sudden invitation."

Song Pingqing sighed softly and imperceptibly. Every time Murong Xue went out to eat dinner alone like this, she was not in a good mental state.

Countless words came to his lips to stop him, and Song Pingqing could only ask: "When will the driver arrive?"

"I'm on my way." Murong Xue put her bag on her back and said, "Please take me to the bus stop."

"it is good."

The two of them walked out of the exit of the venue. Murong Xue politely declined the ribbon bracelet that could be used for re-entry at the exit, but Song Pingqing tied one and followed Murong Xue to the pick-up area.

This matter has always been sensitive, Song Pingqing couldn't say much or ask too much. Murong Xue saw it and suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a classic fake smile:

"Maybe after the family reunion party is held during the summer vacation, you will also start such a dinner party."

Murong Xue's words were not certain, and Song Pingqing briefly responded: "Then I can bear the pressure with you, right?"

"Yes." Murong Xue gently pulled Song Pingqing's hand.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing turned his head to look at her and found that Murong Xue was rarely walking properly and insisted on walking on the bricks of different colors at the edge of the green belt.

Song Pingqing was very indulgent towards her in his behavior. Almost the moment he noticed her little movement, he immediately stretched out a hand for her to hold on to so that Murong Xue's body would not shake so much.

But he still reminded her: "Can't you just walk properly?"

The two of them had their backs to the setting sun, their shadows stretched out long in the afterglow of the sunset.

Murong Xue was in a trance for at least a brief moment.

At that moment, she felt that whether in her current life or in the future, this shadow should always exist next to her shadow.

Neither of them said anything, and they kept a tacit understanding of not speaking out. Song Pingqing handed the man over to Murong Xue's personal bodyguard who was also a part-time driver:

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you at home."

The moment Murongxue got into the car, Song Pingqing said before the door was closed: "I'll make you a glass of jasmine milk."

Murong Xue's eyes brightened a little, and the car door closed, and no one had time to say anything more.

Song Pingqing was walking towards a cafeteria alone when his cell phone made a short mechanical sound.

As expected, the text message was from the eldest daughter, and the content was: "Jasmine fragrance is strong. Please help me bring my little bunny toothbrush and pink nightgown over."

Song Pingqing curled his lips, the tip of his right thumb rapidly moved on the keys, and replied with one hand: "Okay, can I get you another white bear pillow?"

Just ten seconds after the message was sent, Murong Xue replied "OK".

It turns out that no matter how mature a child is, he is still a child.

Song Pingqing walked very fast by himself, and in less than ten minutes he returned to the cafeteria. He quickly adjusted his mentality, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to go straight to Wu Qiming who was eating a six-inch cake alone.

"Hey~ big star, is the cake delicious?" Song Pingqing asked sarcastically.

Wu Qiming tried to stuff the cake into Shen Ci's hands to show that he was not the owner of the cake, but it was obvious that this behavior did not work.

It was awkward for a moment, and when I smiled there were dark marks of chocolate on my teeth.

"I tried to stop them, but it was useless." Shen Ci spread his hands. "You know, ever since they finished their language test yesterday, they have refused to obey me."

Song Pingqing was just planning to use "complaint" as a threat, but he saw squad leader Zheng Jiu walking towards them with two champagne glasses filled with sparkling drinks.

"You're welcome. How did you know I choked on the cake?"

As Wu Qiming spoke, he reached out and took the cup.

Wu Qiming's extremely natural behavior of grabbing food successfully made Zheng Jiu embarrassed for a moment, and he was unable to say "This is for Song Pingqing".

Zheng Jiu felt powerless as if his spell was forcibly interrupted.

Song Pingqing was speechless about Wu Qiming's behavior of trying every possible means to get free food and drinks. He smiled at Zheng Jiu and said, "It's okay. I don't like sweet drinks either."

Zheng Jiuru was like a pardon, and quickly seized the opportunity to ask Song Pingqing: "Can we talk alone?"

Song Pingqing nodded: "Okay."

As the squad leader for three years, Zheng Jiu has always done a good job in "serving the masses". Moreover, his family is the manufacturer of the cup and straw tea bag packaging of Mixue Yuecha. Of course, Song Pingqing will give Zheng Jiu this face.

Giving Wu Qiming a warning look, Song Pingqing took a can of sugar-free sparkling water and temporarily left the banquet hall with Zheng Jiu.

"Have you heard any rumors about the plastic ban?"

Song Pingqing nodded.

This rumor had been going on for more than a day or two, so of course she had heard about it.

When Zheng Jiu suddenly mentioned this, Song Pingqing reacted slightly: "Your business has been affected, right?"

Children in aristocratic academies mature precociously. Zheng Jiu looks more haggard than before.

"The stock price has also fallen a lot. Everyone says that there won't be a blanket ban, but no one knows the specific content of the ban." Zheng Jiu pursed his lips and said, "If it is to be implemented strictly, your Mixue Yuecha will be greatly affected. Judging from the number of orders you have placed with me, I suggest that you find a substitute in advance."

Zheng Jiu's words were a bit pessimistic. Song Pingqing thought for a moment and asked, "Can you produce large-sized disposable paper cups?"

Although it is not known whether the plastic ban in this life will be implemented in the same direction as the previous life, Mixue Yuecha can take this opportunity to upgrade the hot milk tea cups to paper cups.

"How big do you want?" Zheng Jiu's eyes lit up slightly. His original intention was just to remind Song Pingqing to consider changing the packaging, but unexpectedly Song Pingqing told him his new demand so bluntly.

This is really a pleasant surprise for the Zheng family, whose stock price is extremely unstable and many clients have wavering attitudes.

Song Pingqing took the can of sparkling water in his hand and measured its size.