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

Song Pingqing walked around the screen, and Murong Xue's gaze fell on her almost at the same time.

Song Pingqing almost laughed out loud with pride in his heart: I said, no one in this world is more familiar with the feeling of being stared at by Murong Xue than me.

The moment she saw Song Pingqing coming towards her, Murong Xue's aura softened a little. She sat more relaxed, leaning back in the chair, watching Song Pingqing walk towards her step by step.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and a sense of joy that said, "I knew you could find me."

Song Pingqing took in all her little expressions and strode towards her: "It's so late, why are you sitting here instead of going home?"

Song Pingqing reached out to hold her hand. Fortunately, it was not cold.

"I just chatted with Aunt Shen for too long in the room. I felt very bored and wanted to come out for some fresh air."

Murong Xue looked up at her with a lazy look and a light tone: "I just walked into the venue and took a look around. I saw that you were busy, so I didn't disturb you."

With just one glance, Murong Xue was able to determine that Song Pingqing's gaming behavior was for ulterior motives, so she automatically changed the words "having fun" to "busy".

"No matter how busy I am, you are still more important."

Song Pingqing did not sit down. He gently squeezed Murong Xue's hand and took the initiative to suggest: "Since you want to get some fresh air, why don't we go for a walk in the garden?"

"Do you still have strength? You've been busy all day." Although Murong Xue said this, she stood up with the help of Song Pingqing.

On this day, Song Pingqing accompanied her to meet Shen Wushuang, ran errands and delivered takeout, was busy with some projects that were inconvenient to disclose, and even tried to attract new people at the game table.

It's really a busy road.

"Your brain is gone, but your physical strength is still online." Song Pingqing took her hand and walked out, jokingly saying, "Now you are my external brain."

Murong Xue nodded.

The two walked into the garden side by side.

The humidity was high and the air outside was a little stuffy, but the air was fresh and comfortable.

The moon was not round, but very bright. The moonlight mixed with the lights beside the path fell on Murong Xue.

"In weather like this, if uncle were here, he would probably be forced to drink Chinese medicine." The uncle that Song Pingqing mentioned was naturally Song Jinyan.

Murong Xue answered immediately: "No."

Even though he only answered with two words, he couldn't hide his disgust.

This shows how frequently Song Jinyan has fed him Chinese medicine in the past two years.

It really tastes bad, but it is also really useful.

"Okay, I won't drink."

The two of them walked and talked like this. After about twenty minutes, Murong Xue suddenly pulled Song Pingqing's hand and said, "Carry me for a while."

"Okay."

It was rare for Murong Xue to express her needs so directly.

Song Pingqing smiled happily. He did not tease her in such a rare situation. Instead, he found a step of suitable height and squatted down: "Come on, come up."

Murong Xue immediately lay down on it.

In such hot and humid weather, it was actually a bit uncomfortable for Song Pingqing to carry Murong Xue on his back.

But neither of them said anything.

After walking for about two minutes, Murong Xue whispered in Song Pingqing's ear: "Tonight, I asked Aunt Shen a lot about my mother."

"Yeah." The warm breath brushed past Song Pingqing's ears, and Song Pingqing responded softly, "Is it very different from what you imagined?"

"It's quite big." Murong Xue muttered softly, "Aunt Shen talked a lot about their childhood."

Murong Xue certainly knew her mother's name, but it was the first time she heard about her mother's "great achievements" from someone who grew up with her mother. She really lived up to her name.

However, it was not appropriate to repeat all of this to Song Pingqing. Murong Xue only picked out one thing that she thought was the most important:

"Aunt Shen said that mom likes girls who work hard the most."

When Murong Xue said this, there was a mixture of sadness and joy in her tone: "I am the way she likes me."

"...Baby, believe me." Song Pingqing paused slightly.

Usually, the name "baby" only appears when two people are flirting. This is the first time that Song Pingqing called Murong Xue like this when they were chatting.

Murong Xue was just surprised: "Huh?"

Song Pingqing carried her on his back and continued walking: "No matter what you look like, she will love you very much."

Murong Xue suddenly thought of herself in the dream who could make people angry: "What if I am a coward?"

"She'll still love you."

Song Pingqing still carried her steadily on his back: "People's cowardice is often caused by the environment they grew up in. Even if you are really cowardly, it is definitely not your fault. She will only hate those who bully you."

Thinking of the character of her mother as described by Shen Wushuang, Murong Xue thought for a moment and had to admit that her mother was most likely the same as described by Song Pingqing.

Murong Xue held Song Pingqing's hand a little tighter: "It's really interesting."

"Hmm? How can it be interesting?" Song Pingqing felt the arm around his neck tightening, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are going to strangle me to death."

Murong Xue finally relaxed a little. She lay on Song Pingqing's back, not worried at all that Song Pingqing would see her expression at the moment:

"You've never heard about Mother, nor have you had the chance to spend time with her, but I always feel like you know her better than I do."

Song Pingqing lifted her up and carried her more steadily: "Because the living are also the legacy of the deceased."

"When Aunt Shen first met us, she said we looked a lot alike. Maybe she just saw their past selves in us."

Song Pingqing's explanation is well-founded:

"Although we are not completely close to them, since we grew up together and can reflect each other, of course there will be some shadows of your mother in Aunt Shen."

By reverse inference from this, it was not difficult for Song Pingqing to guess Li Tieniu's general character.

Murong Xue said "hmm" and was silent for a while. Then her tone suddenly became relaxed: "I have decided."

Song Pingqing listened quietly.

"I will definitely find a way to have Aunt Shen have a checkup in Jincheng."

"You've just decided now?" Song Pingqing was a little confused. "Haven't you been busy all afternoon?"

"Yeah." Murong Xue finally got off Song Pingqing's back, her expression back to normal. "I found out some things this afternoon, and it involves a lot of things. I was a little unsure about what to do, but now I've figured it out."

After saying this, Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing back, obviously not wanting to say anything more or continue this topic.

Song Pingqing could see what Murong Xue was thinking. Even if he hadn't had this conversation with her, Murong Xue would still have made the same choice.

I couldn't help but mutter: "You are really hard on the outside but soft on the inside."

Murong Xue glared at her, with the happiness and satisfaction of being understood by Song Pingqing in her eyes, and said with a hint of anger: "You know too much."

"Then how are you going to shut me up?" Song Pingqing pinched both sides of her cheeks, "Dear~"

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