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

Song Pingqing's cold was not serious, at least she thought so, but Murong Xue's attitude in asking her to go to the hospital was quite firm.

"Let's go. I've asked someone to contact a doctor." Murong Xue took off her coat and threw it on her.

Song Pingqing quickly took two steps forward and reached out to take it: "Is there an investment hospital here?"

"After all, it's a provincial capital." Murong Xue knocked on Yan Que's door. "It's normal that medical care is worth investing in."

"I'm still at the stage of investing in food, drink and entertainment." Song Pingqing stretched lazily, "But if there is a suitable hospital with a good doctor, let Yan Que go and see her. Her body still needs to be taken care of."

Considering that Yan Que was a very capable worker beside Song Pingqing, and that Song Pingqing caught a cold because of her snatching of the quilt, which would affect the travel schedule, Murong Xue nodded and said, "Go ahead, call her."

Yan Que had already gotten up, and when Song Pingqing called him, the other party picked up the phone almost immediately.

She felt uncomfortable last night so she went to bed early. She got up at five o'clock this morning and frantically searched for information. Within two hours, she put together the legends, cultural implications and historical backgrounds of several famous attractions in Anshi and memorized them by heart.

Yan Que: You can let others push your wheelchair, but you must carry your own brain.

"Hey, a day trip to the hospital, wanna go?"

Yan Que heard the heavy nasal sound from the other side and felt that he might have said something bad. He thought Song Pingqing called him because he didn't know where there was a reliable hospital in the local area. Unexpectedly, the next sentence from the other side was:

"It just so happens that the doctor is quite good, and he can help you get well."

Yan Que: I feel like I can still be my idol’s partner for another fifty years!!!

Song Pingqing's cold was not really serious, just a slight chill, and he was just given some medicine at the hospital.

Murong Xue asked someone to contact a Chinese medicine doctor who was very good at regulating the body for Yan Que. But when Yan Que took the bill to pay and get the medicine, he found out that the fee had already been paid.

I remembered what the doctor told me before I got the medicine: "Come back after you finish taking the medicine. You need to recuperate for one or two years."

Looking at the decoration and location of this hospital, Yan Que was deeply moved: ...Thank you, although I haven't taken the medicine yet, I already feel like I can be my idol's partner for another hundred years.

All I can say is that this was a beautiful misunderstanding, because Yan Que's medical expenses were directly deducted from Murong Xue's account, which was the compensation for the eldest lady standing Yan Que up.

After all, the planned travel was forced to be postponed.

But what difference does it make whether this favor is remembered for Song Pingqing or Murong Xue?

Song Pingqing had no sense of being a patient. She held her small bag of medicine and kept muttering, "Look, I just told you to just take some medicine, right?"

Murong Xue didn't really want to pay attention to her.

Yan Que was still moved, holding his large bag of Chinese medicine and said, "You should have a good rest."

"Let's go out and play tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Murong Xue pushed Song Pingqing's back with both hands and pushed her into the car step by step.

"Well, there's no rush in these two days. I'll go to work then." Yan Que waved at the two of them.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Murong Xue immediately called another bodyguard, "I'll have someone take you to the company."

"Okay." Yan Que didn't refuse. "I'll send you the travel route and guide later. When you feel ready to go, tell me a day in advance."

"Okay." Murong Xue nodded.

After taking the cold medicine, Song Pingqing felt a little drowsy, so he simply turned off his phone and went back to sleep.

If there is really something I can't find myself, I will contact Wu Lide.

She slept soundly until noon, and suddenly she felt that her nostrils, which used to be unblocked, stopped breathing. She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Murong Xue sitting beside the bed, pinching her nose and shouting to get up.

"What kind of new way of waking up is this?" Song Pingqing was speechless and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

Murong Xue lied seriously: "You are snoring and it is making it impossible for me to do my work."

It's really funny. They lived in a suite where the bedroom and the living room desk were far apart, and the doors were very soundproof. How could they disturb her work?

Song Pingqing felt angry and amused at the same time: "Why did you wake me up?"

"Let's eat." Murong Xue stood up and walked to the living room. "I asked the hotel to prepare a lighter meal for patients. Come and eat."

It was only after dinner that Song Pingqing remembered to look at his phone.

The phone was almost blown up by Baimao Tiandao.

White Hair: Ahhhhh my grandma, what have you done again?

White Hair: Can you tell me why so many things are going off track again?

Baimao: Send me a reply!

Baimao: Reply to the message after you wake up!

Song Pingqing replied: Seeing your big reaction, I knew that I was on the right track.

Baimao replied immediately:...I already know what you did.

Baimao: It’s a bit annoying. A lot of work has been wasted, but in the long run it’s a good thing. Alas…

Baimao: Take good care of your bad cold, don't run around anywhere, just stay here quietly.

Song Pingqing looked at the latest message sent by Baimao, concentrated slightly, thought for a while and then replied: How long will you be honest?

White Hair: Three days. Take good care of your cold for three days and don’t go anywhere. After three days, you can do whatever you want.

Song Pingqing saw his reply, sighed, replied with a "1", looked up at Murong Xue, and said in a serious tone: "I have decided, I want to take good care of my health in the hotel."

Murong Xue was making tea. When she heard this, she raised her head and looked at Song Pingqing expressionlessly.

Murong Xue: What's wrong with her? This is not the time to say that she is fine.

Song Pingqing began to talk nonsense without changing his expression: "The horoscope book said that I am not feeling well recently and it is not suitable for me to travel. It is best for me to stay quiet."

Baimao Tiandao happily gets a new identity*1.

Murong Xue finished listening to her nonsense, then picked up the teacup, her tone lazy but with hidden meaning: "Superstition is not good, why didn't I remember you believed in these things before?"

Song Pingqing was choked: "...Have you forgotten those red socks from two years ago?"

Murong Xue certainly would not forget how eye-catching the red socks were that year. She paused while drinking her tea and asked, "Why do you believe everything now?"

Murong Xue stared at Song Pingqing's eyes for a long while, then compromised: "Forget it, after all, the most important thing is that you can live in peace and take care of your health."

As for the reason?

not so important.

Song Pingqing stopped for more than ten minutes after the meal, took some cold medicine and continued to sleep.

It was already dusk when I woke up. I checked my phone and found no more messages from Baimao Tiandao, only two messages from Gu Zongnan.

The first message was sent at around 2 o'clock: I can't get through to you on the phone. Huang Ruiyuan's father was safely transferred to Jincheng Hospital at 6:30 this morning. Leave the matters here to me.

The second message was sent from Three O’clock, and its content was completely different from the first one: Ahhhh Yan Que took the initiative to ask me out!!!