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

In Song Dashan's eyes, the expression that Song Pingqing showed when the phone had been hung up looked very familiar.

It seemed that every time he pissed off Xu Jinmei and then Xu Jinmei ignored him, he had a similar reaction.

Is my daughter in love?

Song Dashan was at a loss for a moment.

So early?

No matter what Song Pingqing's identity is, what position she has reached, or how old she is, in the eyes of her old father, Song Pingqing is still the little girl sitting on his shoulders.

Among the wealthy and prominent families, both men and women, there are those who enjoy having fun, and there are also those who have been well-behaved since childhood and are waiting for marriage.

Is Song Pingqing in the relationship he likes?

Or are you still in a relationship with someone with whom you can form a marriage alliance?

Song Dashan's mind was in a mess, and he didn't even hear Xu Jinmei calling him three times.

It was Song Pingqing who gently pushed Song Dashan, and Song Dashan finally came to his senses. He cried out "ah ah" twice and ran to his wife to admit his mistake.

Some expressions never go away, but they are contagious.

Now there are two people who need to be coaxed.

The news that "Song Pingqing might be in love" was so explosive that while Song Dashan was coaxing others, he still had a vague idea in his mind.

He needs to find some time to talk to his daughter about this.

The father and daughter sat down and had a good chat about their views on love and marriage.

Don't let Song Pingqing choose to marry into a family just for the money and power of that family.

After all, based on his experience, a marriage with love is sweeter.

It’s a pity that Song Dashan didn’t find a suitable opportunity to ask Song Pingqing.

After everyone received their dozens of pages of medical reports and were sent home, Song Pingqing said, "I have an early morning shift tomorrow and I have a few days of work to do, so I'll go home first."

"Okay, go back." Old Mrs. Song said happily, "Come back to see us when you're done."

The old lady was naturally in a very good mood.

She and Old Man Song had worked hard for half their lives and had been examined for three days. Although she had a bunch of minor ailments, most of them were minor symptoms that older people would experience.

The loss is within the normal and acceptable range for the human body.

The words of doctors in private hospitals are full of art. On the one hand, they say "Oh, your health is better than that of us young people~" and on the other hand, they say "I would be satisfied if my family members could have health as good as yours~".

The old lady was so happy that she came back happily with a packet of medicine for her health.

Or maybe it is people like them who have to make some money. This emotional value is perfect.

Everyone was in good health, except Song Dashan, who received a "warning letter".

Probably because of the increasing number of social engagements in recent years, frequent drinking and eating of meat and fish, Song Dashan has high uric acid and mild fatty liver. Although not serious, he is very conspicuous considering that the whole family is healthy.

Old Mrs. Song started scolding me in the hospital and kept scolding me all the way home.

At this moment, Song Dashan was trying to reduce his presence to avoid being scolded again. He couldn't bring himself to ask Song Pingqing to stay for a chat, and could only watch Song Pingqing leave.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. His daughter won’t run away to the horizon. He will just wait and find a chance to look for her near her school.

Song Dashan tried hard to comfort himself.

Song Pingqing returned home holding a classic bouquet of flowers for apology. After learning that Murong Xue was already in the study upstairs, he even began to breathe cautiously.

It’s no wonder that Murong Xue was angry. There is no such game meme as “Good luck, chicken dinner tonight” in this world yet.

So no matter which of them suddenly received such a strange message from the other person, they would probably think at the first time that the other person might have encountered some problem or something happened.

After all, for people like them, there will always be criminals targeting them from childhood to adulthood, from small-scale fraud to big-scale kidnapping and assassination, there is never a moment when they are completely safe.

In Murong Xue's eyes, Song Pingqing's behavior was no different from a child crying "wolf".

Murong Xue was busy working with a gloomy face. Although she felt Song Pingqing's cautious movement of pushing the door open, she didn't even glance at her.

As if she was not there in the study, Murong Xue decided to teach Song Pingqing a lesson so that she would remember it.

Seeing that Murong Xue ignored him and didn't even look at him, Song Pingqing's shamelessness came into play. He simply sat on the small stool beside Murong Xue's table, holding the flowers and staring at her.

Under normal circumstances, Murong Xue would definitely feel uncomfortable with such a look from her, but today was different, as several important documents were delivered to her.

Murong Xue put all her thoughts into her work. She was so focused that she soon forgot there was someone beside her.

Song Pingqing: It’s bad, it’s really terrible.

When she finally looked up from the documents, it was completely dark outside and Song Pingqing was still sitting at the table.

The flowers in his arms have been put into the vase, and he has changed into home clothes. He supports his head with one hand, his eyes still on her.

"Are you done?"

Seeing Murongxue looking over, Song Pingqing straightened up immediately and said attentively, "I have invited Zhiyun's chef to come home to cook. Let's go downstairs and eat together."

Zhiyun is a fairly famous Michelin restaurant in Jincheng. Its main cooking method is barbecue. The ingredients are fresh and full of the flavor of smoky fire.

Murong Xue leaned back in her chair, folded her arms and looked at her: "You are quite smart."

If Song Pingqing had invited Murong Xue to "go out for dinner together" at this moment, she would definitely not pay attention to her.

People should not only send flowers or book restaurants to cheer others up when they have done something wrong.

But Song Pingqing directly invited the chef to his home, so could Murong Xue still run away and say she didn't want to eat?

Song Pingqing reached out and pulled Murong Xue up from the chair: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have sent you those inexplicable messages at an inappropriate time and when you didn't know what was going on."

Normally when they were face to face, no matter what random jokes and comments Song Pingqing would make about a certain thing, Murong Xue would not think there was anything wrong with it, and she would even think that some of the comments were indeed very interesting.

Because when the two of them came face to face, she knew that she was safe.

Murong Xue's expression looked better when she heard Song Pingqing describe the mistake he had made so accurately.

Following Song Pingqing's strength, Murongxue stood up and said in a faint voice: "It seems that you have been reflecting seriously in the past few hours."

It seems that ignoring her is a very effective method.

Murong Xue thought she had learned a trick, but the next second Song Pingqing hugged her in his arms, lowered his head slightly, and their foreheads touched.

“Stop ignoring me.”

The warm breath brushed against Murong Xue's cheek, and Song Pingqing's aggrieved voice sounded in such an ambiguous atmosphere:

"You can be angry, but you can't just ignore it like this."

"I'll be sad."

Song Pingqing: We must never let her develop the habit of cold violence.