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

Song Pingqing originally wanted to take a shower and take a nap after returning before attending the "farewell party" in the evening.

Unexpectedly, she slept until dark. Just when she was wondering why Murong Xue didn't call her even though the alarm clock didn't ring, she felt something warm in her arms.

It’s no wonder that the alarm clock didn’t ring. It was definitely caused by the culprit in my arms.

It would be a waste if you don’t hold the baby you are pregnant with.

Song Pingqing hugged Murong Xue's hands tighter and rubbed his chin against the top of her head a few times.

As a result, Murong Xue was suddenly awakened by this movement: "What time is it?"

She originally wanted to take a rest while Song Pingqing was sleeping, but unexpectedly the embrace was too warm and she fell asleep accidentally.

"Um...seven-thirty."

As soon as Song Pingqing finished speaking, a phone call came in, and the cell phone on the bedside table kept buzzing.

"Oh. If you don't want to go, then don't go." Murong Xue had originally crawled into Song Pingqing's arms from the bedside. At this time, she reached out and threw Song Pingqing's mobile phone to her, then got up and went to wash up.

It was Zheng Yuan calling again. Song Pingqing pressed the answer button and Zheng Yuan's voice came through clearly.

"We have already picked up the person. The news you want will be announced in October."

"Okay, got it."

There are still three months left, enough time for Song Pingqing to visit the monk.

After hanging up the phone, there was a series of messages from Xiuxiu on the phone.

[Ahhhhh how dare you, how dare you hand over a 30 million project to someone like me. ]

The value of “This world is a huge makeshift team” is still rising.

Song Pingqing was too lazy to tell her things like “I achieved half of my goal with every shot back then” and silently turned to the next item.

[Sister, you have such a good sense of taste. I saw my idol in your company. ]

Sure enough, no matter where in the world those who are obsessed with looks will never forget to chase stars.

Looking further down, you will see various surprise quotes after taking photos with handsome men and beautiful women.

[Ah ...

I don’t want to read it anymore. The next series of news may be of the same style.

Some people appear to have expressionless faces, but in fact they are just half asleep and not fully awake yet.

Song Pingqing put down his phone, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

She slept too long in the afternoon and was feeling lazy. When she hugged Murong Xue from behind, half of her weight involuntarily fell on Murong Xue.

Murong Xue paused in wiping her face.

She had to admit that this was definitely the heaviest burden she had ever had to bear since she was a child.

"Stand still, it's heavy."

"Ok."

Song Pingqing just let it go, his voice was obviously hoarse: "I want to sleep more while sleeping."

Just as she let go, Murong Xue commented in her mind, "So obedient."

As a result, when Song Pingqing said the second half of the sentence, she started to think in the wrong way again.

Looking more closely at Song Pingqing's expression, it was so frank and natural, and it was obvious that there was no hint or ambiguity in his words.

Murong Xue touched her face.

It's not spring yet, why is it so...

Song Pingqing didn't know what Murong Xue was thinking, so he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek: "It's already clean, no need to wipe it again."

Murong Xue stared at Song Pingqing in the mirror as he turned around and left without any reluctance after kissing her. There seemed to be a lot of resentment in her eyes.

Murong Xue: I knew it wasn’t my problem!

Look at her behavior of seducing and not taking responsibility! Is this what a human being does?

If Song Pingqing knew what Murong Xue was thinking at the moment, he would probably hang a big "injustice" on his head.

It was really unfair. Song Pingqing wasn't a succubus. How could such an ordinary and simple behavior be called seduction? !

The two of them sat down and drank some black tea. The warm tea slid into their mouths, and the mellow aroma finally dispelled the tiredness that made them sleep so soundly that they didn't know what year it was.

Since it was already late, the two of them tacitly chose to skip the last party.

All the people I’m interested in have already been contacted in various ways, so this gathering is no longer meaningful.

With an extra free night suddenly available, the two of them sat on a small cushion in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turning on a dim light and looking at the night view outside.

"I couldn't understand the purpose of a candlelight dinner before." Murong Xue suddenly said, "But this atmosphere is indeed suitable for a drink."

Song Pingqing received the command signal and took out his cell phone: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Although it happened suddenly, the main point is that every request will be fulfilled.

Want dinner, wine, candles, and the right scent.

Holding her phone, she looked at the menu sent by the hotel manager and selected a few of Murong Xue's favorite foods. Just as she was about to look at the wine list, she heard Murong Xue say, "The foie gras in this hotel is pretty good."

"Huh? How did you know?" Song Pingqing casually added this dish.

Song Pingqing really likes the fatty aroma of foie gras mixed with the sweet and sour taste of hawthorn sauce. She always feels that the taste brings her a strange sense of comfort as it spreads in her mouth.

But Murong Xue doesn't like it and finds it disgusting.

"The waiter recommended it at lunch today, so I tried it for you."

I really only tasted a little bit, and it was barely as much as soaked soybeans.

Song Pingqing looked at the confirmed list of dishes sent by the hotel butler, raised the corner of his mouth and said "hmm": "Then I'll order one."

After confirming the menu, I looked at the drink list.

Early tomorrow morning, Song Pingqing will drive Murong Xue and Shen Wushuang back to Jincheng.

Song Pingqing's limited edition Lamborghini is a two-seater sports car, and he will probably drive Shen Wushuang's car when the time comes.

Considering the long journey and the fact that he was driving someone else's car, Song Pingqing decisively chose a non-alcoholic sparkling drink.

I even chose a grape flavor, which tastes closer to alcohol.

The main point is that even though there is no alcohol, the necessary atmosphere must be there.

In less than ten minutes, the waiter had already come upstairs with all the arrangements.

At Song Pingqing's special request, the dining table was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

As the night deepens, the atmosphere becomes more ambiguous.

Murong Xue didn't know that Song Pingqing ordered a non-alcoholic sparkling drink. After taking a few sips, she remembered her plan to pretend to be drunk, and her ears couldn't help but turn red.

Song Pingqing held his chin up and looked at her, his full attention focused on Murong Xue's cheeks as she chewed food.

After clinking glasses a few times, Murong Xue suddenly said, "I think I've had too much to drink."

Are they going to stage a drama for her where the wine doesn't make you drunk but you make yourself drunk?

Song Pingqing was about to bring the champagne glass to his lips when he suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering.

He was torn between his conscience and his desires in his mind, and was very conflicted about whether or not to tell Murong Xue that they had been drinking non-alcoholic drinks today.

How...how to say it?

It was quite sudden.