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

Sure enough, the next second, Murong Xue shook.

Song Pingqing hurriedly reached out to help her, wanting her to sit down on the sofa, but Murong Xue refused to cooperate.

Not only did she refuse to cooperate, she even unceremoniously hugged Song Pingqing's arm and rubbed her shoulders a few times: "I don't want to play anymore, it's so noisy, I want to go upstairs to take a shower and go to bed."

Song Pingqing was stunned for a moment, and felt a heat rushing straight from his back to his head, and his back was numb: "Get out of my way!"

I'm not moved. I really am not moved.

The Song family has inherited great strength from their ancestors, and Song Pingqing was really afraid that he might hurt Murong Xue by accident.

Murong Xue anticipated her concerns and refused directly, "No."

Murong Xue: I've already said it, the final right of interpretation of pretending to be drunk belongs to me.

But why do I feel a little dizzy?

Song Pingqing felt extremely upset when he saw Murong Xue like this.

Song Pingqing took several deep breaths to calm himself down: Deep breath, deep breath, if you get sick from anger, no one can replace you.

But Murong Xue didn't give up. She freed one hand and touched Song Pingqing's cheek directly.

Song Pingqing's body instantly straightened up, he lowered his head, and looked at Murong Xue's rogue appearance in disbelief: "What are you doing?!"

It turns out that his usual arrogance and cuteness are all pretended. Look, look at how rogue he becomes after drinking too much.

Murong Xue: If I hadn’t felt a little dizzy, I really wouldn’t have dared to do this.

"It looks good." Murong Xue stared at her intently.

After years of experience in the business world, Song Pingqing realized that Murong Xue's eyes were too aggressive. She had restrained herself in the past, so he didn't think there was anything special about it.

Until now, alcohol has magnified the side of people that is hidden deep inside.

Song Pingqing suddenly felt a chill on his back and felt uncomfortable as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.

"Let go!" Song Pingqing said again, but this time his confidence was obviously not as strong as last time.

Murong Xue tightened her grip on her arm again, chuckled, tilted her head, and looked at Song Pingqing's expression: "You are scared. What are you afraid of?"

Song Pingqing felt a "boom" in his brain and subconsciously took a step back.

Murong Xue's hand slid down her face and fell on her shoulder.

The cup on the table was placed hastily by Song Pingqing, and it was not placed steadily. The cup with a semi-circular bottom turned around and fell to the floor, breaking into pieces.

The sound of glass breaking startled Wen Zhuo, who came out to get some fresh air after failing in the new round of scramble for the game controller.

"What happened? Is it serious?" Wen Zhuo walked over quickly to see.

Wen Zhuo's concern obviously alarmed the people in the house.

Wu Qiming was an expert at gossip. Although he did not hear the sound of the glass breaking, he heard Wen Zhuo asking and instinctively felt that there was something to be said, so he turned around, climbed up from the cushion, and ran out immediately.

While running, he said very "concernedly": "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Seeing that the people behind were about to come out, Song Pingqing didn't want others to see Murong Xue acting like a drunk (pretending to be drunk?) like this, so he stretched out the hand that was not held by Murong Xue and pressed her head directly onto his shoulder.

It was because Murong Xue was not standing straight, otherwise the height difference would not be enough.

Song Pingqing growled, "Go back and play your games."

Wen Zhuo suddenly had an idea, and finally realized the subtle change in the atmosphere between the two people, and then looked at Wu Qiming beside him.

That expression of eating melon couldn't be more obvious.

"Aren't you leaving yet?!" Song Pingqing was a little annoyed and urged again.

Murong Xue took back her hand that was on Song Pingqing's shoulder, held Song Pingqing's hand that was pressing on her head, pulled it down a little, and turned her head to look at the people who came to join in the fun.

"Who is it?"

There was still a hint of drunkenness in Murong Xue's tone. Song Pingqing did not lower his head, and of course he did not see Murong Xue's eyes, which were full of arrogance, arrogance and boasting.

Wu Qiming immediately turned around and ran, not even bothering to help Wen Zhuo who was beside him.

Is this asking who is watching? This is clearly asking who to hold grudge against.

Only after he was sure that everyone had left did Song Pingqing go to see Murong Xue again.

After being high for a short time, Song Pingqing felt mixed emotions.

I was happy that she had the same thoughts about me, but I was afraid that she was just in a whim, and I was worried that she just couldn't tell the difference between dependence and habit.

Because of love comes sorrow, because of love comes fear.

Song Pingqing didn't want to do anything when she was unconscious, so he reached out to smooth her messy hair: "I'll take you upstairs to rest."

"You stay with me to rest." Murong Xue made the request without hesitation, "I want to sleep with you, and I want you to carry me upstairs."

Hearing her clear tone and pronunciation, Song Pingqing instantly realized that Murong Xue's drunkenness was somewhat fake.

"Are you sure?" Song Pingqing used the most gentle tone to maintain Murong Xue's face, which she valued the most.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet, and there are many servants at home who haven't gotten off work yet. Are you sure you want them to see you, Miss Murong, like this?" Song Pingqing's tone was gentle and soft, with a hint of coaxing, "Hmm?"

Murong Xue's brain hadn't completely shut down yet, and her body stiffened for a moment when she heard that.

Song Pingqing felt it and couldn't help laughing in his heart: Sure enough, he is still pretending more.

But when Murong Xuesong opened her hand, her body shook unconsciously again.

Song Pingqing was quick to catch her: "I'll help you up."

Murong Xue: It’s broken...

It seems that the ratio of those who are really drunk and those who are pretending to be drunk is 50-50.

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue's confused eyes and laughed in his heart: She is still young and can't clearly grasp the line between being drunk and pretending to be drunk.

After entering the room, Murong Xue refused to sit on the bed directly, and sat on Song Pingqing's chair: "I haven't taken a shower or changed clothes yet."

"It's like this, and you still want to take a bath and change clothes?" Song Pingqing said this, but he moved quickly to run the bath water and prepare pajamas for her.

Xu Jinmei had already prepared bath balls and spare pajamas, always adhering to the principle that children may not come home, but they must have clothes to wear when they do.

If it’s out of date or season, donate it and buy a new one.

My family is rich now.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing and said, "You drank quite a lot, don't you feel dizzy?"

"Maybe I'm just gifted." The bathtub was filling with water, and Song Pingqing walked over to Murong Xue and sat down. "Don't drink so much in the future. It's not good for your health."

Murong Xue thought to herself: You wish.

Looking at Murong Xue's stubborn eyes, Song Pingqing knew that she didn't take his words to heart. But it was difficult to expose such a thing, so he could only sigh in his heart.

Song Pingqing stood up and said, "I'll go get you some hot milk."

As soon as she said this, Murong Xue felt that she was being treated like a child again. She leaned forward and held Song Pingqing's hand: "I don't want to drink today."