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

The two sat side by side on the porch, the night breeze blew gently, and the grass and trees made a rustling sound.

Song Pingqing suddenly laughed: "Huai Min hasn't slept yet either."

This is a junior high school text, Murong Xue of course also knows it, and immediately followed up after hearing it: "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Although it was indeed quite comfortable, Murong Xue's attention was mostly diverted by the fact that "the ground was too dirty."

People, you really can't force yourself to do things you don't want to do.

"Let's go." Song Pingqing stood up and extended his hand to her.

Murong Xue held Song Pingqing's hand and stood up, and the two walked towards the courtyard.

Although there was a hint of warmth in the night breeze, the nights in mid-spring were still a bit chilly.

Song Pingqing was wondering how long it would take to finish tomorrow's game, and whether he could go buy fabric and make the pattern for the dress after the game.

Murong Xue was enjoying the rare tranquility of the moment and kept brainwashing herself: Empty your mind, empty your mind, just treat it as a tryst.

I can only say that love-brain is something that is innate.

Song Pingqing's game was in full swing, and Murong Xue's possessiveness and anger were rising rapidly.

But she couldn't reveal her little thoughts, and couldn't "assert sovereignty" in the name of delivering water and towels every time.

Murong Xue didn't come that day. After the game, Marry Su greeted Song Pingqing as usual: "Song, your sister didn't come today, why don't you go to the party with us?"

"No, I have something else to do." Song Pingqing put on his coat.

"You should definitely come to the celebration party after the game." Marry Su said helplessly, "Everyone wants you to come, too."

"Is this the reason why you won't be eating at home this weekend?" After hearing what Song Pingqing said, Murong Xue paused, "You dare to go to this kind of party? You've really grown up and become so powerful."

Song Pingqing asked blankly: "What's the problem?"

"Do you believe that there will be a lot of male models?" Murong Xue threw the documents and pen in her hand onto the table. "Oh, maybe there will be a lot of female models."

Massachusetts, after all, allows same-sex marriage.

However, what the rich do has nothing to do with whether same-sex marriage is allowed.

Song Pingqing was shocked: "Ah? No, it's just a celebration banquet, how come it involves male and female models?"

Murong Xue raised her chin: "Do you think everywhere is as clean as Murong's house?"

Shen Cishen was not afraid of his own shadow and had no interest in such things. He just kept his head down and read his professional books.

Wu Qiming stood there like a quail, feeling a little guilty.

He was the first adult in the small group. Due to the close relationship between his family business and this aspect, he had only attended such gatherings a few times in the past two years.

His actions would certainly attract the attention of the Murong family, but the Wu family's business was special and it was impossible for them to completely avoid such occasions.

Therefore, as long as Wu Qiming doesn't bring the matter up himself and doesn't mislead Murong Xue, President Murong will turn a blind eye.

I never expected that the person who dared to talk about this matter openly was Song Pingqing, who always seemed to be the most sensible.

"Isn't the celebration party a meal for everyone to eat together?"

In his previous life, Song Pingqing had to raise so many children that he had no time to pay attention to these things.

What's more, the news on the Internet would at most talk about the relationship between so-and-so and so-and-so, who appeared in which entertainment venue, or who got into trouble while having fun.

However, the media will not and dare not say what exactly is going on in these entertainment and brothels, and Song Pingqing will not specifically investigate.

In this life, the Song family was raised from the grassroots, and no one in the family would go to such occasions.

As a result, Song Pingqing had no idea about the extravagant and decadent world of the rich.

Not to mention the sports circle in the United States, which has become entertainment-oriented.

For some reason, when he met Murong Xue's deep eyes, Song Pingqing felt his scalp and back tingling.

Even his tongue was a little tied: "If it's really such a banquet, why don't you make it clear?"

That's of course because it's assumed that everyone understands this kind of thing, so there's no need to explain it clearly.

Seeing Song Pingqing's bewildered reaction, and then seeing Murong Xue's bitten cheeks.

Wu Qiming lowered his head again, looking even more cowardly than a quail.

He was guilty, really, he had never thought that there was such a simple person in his family.

If he had known this earlier, Wu Qiming would have given Song Pingqing a shot of prevention.

"You don't believe what I said?" Murong Xue sneered, her eyes became even colder, "Then go ahead and see if what I said is true or not."

Song Pingqing hesitated.

She had never seen this scene before, and she really wanted to go and see it, but she was worried that it was too smoky and foul.

Murong Xue saw it and became even more furious.

Although Shen Ci was reading a book, he was not completely unconcerned about the situation here.

Hearing Murong Xue say this, Shen Ci immediately brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of Murong Xue, forcibly interrupting Murong Xue's temper.

Facing Murong Xue's sharp gaze that said "You'd better really have something to say", Shen Ci coughed lightly and said, "Drink some water to moisten your throat before you curse."

【Chinese translation: Drink some water and think it over, don't expose yourself.】

Murong Xue's face darkened. She picked up the teacup and drank some refreshing chrysanthemum tea to calm herself down. "If you are really curious, I will go with you to take a look."

"Forget it, I'm not going." Song Pingqing immediately began to back out, "You're not an adult yet, wait until you're an adult before we talk."

How dare this guy say that?

Wu Qiming and Shen Ci took a deep breath at the same time, and their eyes were focused on Song Pingqing.

"Did I say something wrong?" Song Pingqing was confused. "She is just a minor."

Is Murong Xue angry because of whether she is an adult or not? !

There was immediately more sympathy in Wu Qiming's eyes.

Since childhood, Wu Qiming has always thought that Song Pingqing is smart and has high emotional intelligence, but he did not expect that she also has some areas that are ridiculously stupid.

This may even make your thighs irritated.

"Okay, Song Pingqing." Murong Xue was so angry that she smiled. Her tone was so "cute" that it could almost squeeze water out of her.

"When I grow up, I will definitely take you to that gentle cave to have a good-good look--"

After saying that, he glanced coldly at Shen Ci and Wu Qiming.

The meaning in that look was self-evident: Whoever of you dares to remind her will be dead!

Wu Qiming and Shen Ci tacitly shifted their gazes away.

Song Pingqing was not very smart, but she was not a fool. The atmosphere in the study had become so bad that she could certainly feel Murong Xue's anger.

Oh no, she seems to have gotten into big trouble.