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

As fierce as Murong Xue's attack was before, it became as infuriating now.

If this was an attack in the business world, Murong Xue would have probably rushed into the opponent's territory to make money by now.

Unfortunately, the love field is neither a business field nor a battlefield.

"I..."

Murong Xue tried to speak again, but still couldn't say the rest.

Song Pingqing's eyes had a glimmer of success: Murong Xue~ She can't be here~

If Murong Xue was standing or sitting properly at this moment, she would definitely be able to see that Song Pingqing was deliberately teasing her to "attack".

What a pity! Someone was so happy about the "opportunity" he had finally caught that he lost his mind. He couldn't wait to run to Song Pingqing's ear and blew into it. Now he is still in the same posture and cannot be seen.

Seeing Murong Xue like this, Song Pingqing was extremely happy and felt that it didn't matter even if he couldn't hear those sweet words.

Just when Song Pingqing thought that Murong Xue would find a way to fool him and wondered whether he needed to give her a way out and what kind of way out she should give, Murong Xue made a move.

She stood up straight, stretched out her hands towards Song Pingqing, pretending to cover Song Pingqing's ears, her voice was very soft, but loud enough to be heard:

"I like you."

In Song Pingqing's eyes that were flashing with disbelief, Murong Xue put her hand down and said again:

"I love you."

Is this a way of pretending to be deaf and dumb in order to force yourself to speak out the words bit by bit?

It's a good thing she could think of such a solution.

Redefine the tactic of covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

After Murong Xue finished speaking, she took a half step back. She wanted to run, but she also wanted to see Song Pingqing's expression.

Faced with a dilemma, Song Pingqing stood up and stretched out her hand, imitating Murong Xue and repeating her previous action.

"I like you too."

"I love you too."

Murong Xue noticed the little pride and satisfaction in Song Pingqing's eyes at the success of his plan.

But after hearing these two sentences, these temporary little pride and complacency can be temporarily ignored.

The first meal after the notice came down, of course, was for the two of them to have a good meal together.

At this time, whether you hire a chef from a five-star hotel or a Michelin restaurant, it would not be as sincere as Song Pingqing cooking himself.

So after Song Pingqing and Ji Cheng explained a few follow-up arrangements, the two of them skipped work together, holding hands.

Ji Cheng carried the documents and sent the two to the elevator, saying goodbye with a smile: "Don't worry, Dongxue Song, I will arrange everything."

Song Pingqing was in a good mood and even waved at her before the elevator door closed.

Ji Cheng waited until the elevator started to descend before turning around and leaving: You have to watch others talk about love, but you still have to do your work yourself.

In the old Nanyang medieval-style house, after showing Song Pingqing the ingredients bought today, the chef finished his work for the day early.

After everyone left, Song Pingqing asked Murong Xue what she wanted to eat, and then he prepared the menu and started eating himself.

"I want to watch you cook here." Murong Xuemo said and refused to go out.

"Then you should wear an apron too."

The aprons were bought a long time ago, one black and one white, one with "Chef" printed on it and the other with "Foodie" printed on it.

Murong Xue disliked the word "foodie" and said, "I want that."

"I've worn this several times." Song Pingqing waved the chef apron at Murong Xue.

"Then I want it too."

Song Pingqing walked over, shaking his head, and put it on her personally, saying as he put it on: "It doesn't live up to its name. It doesn't live up to its name."

"The god who tastes cooking is also the 'God of Cooking'." Murong Xue argued speciously.

"What about foodies?" Song Pingqing asked again with a smile.

"Don't ask." Murong Xue followed Song Pingqing's example and tied an apron for her, the belt around her waist was very tight, "I'm hungry."

Song Pingqing laughed as loudly as a rampant goose.

Simple version of steamed spareribs with rice flour, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, winter melon meatball soup and rice with some whole grains added were quickly served on the table.

These two dishes and one soup were a bit simple for a family like theirs.

Seeing Murongxue's slightly dissatisfied eyes, Song Pingqing exhaled helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll make you a few more delicious dishes tonight."

"The kind that doesn't require extra exercise after eating?" Murong Xue obviously already knew Song Pingqing's habits, and her question left Song speechless.

From Song Pingqing's silence and helpless look, Murong Xue automatically understood the answer: "Forget it, you do it."

Anyway, even if I need to exercise, I will exercise with Song Pingqing.

With her love brain taking over, Murong Xue tried to comfort herself by saying "exercise is also a kind of date".

The dinner was indeed much more sumptuous, and there were two champagne glasses on the table.

The wine glasses have been taken out, and it seems that Song Pingqing does not plan to arrange any subsequent training.

Murong Xue's little thoughts were all written on the slightly raised corners of her mouth.

When dealing with a tsundere, one must always adhere to the principle of "seeing through but not speaking out". Song Pingqing saw it clearly, but did not expose Murong Xue's little thoughts.

He just poured the wine step by step until the atmosphere became slightly drunk and ambiguous. Song Pingqing propped up his head with one hand and held the wine glass with the other, his eyes fixed on the bubbling wine:

"Starting tomorrow, I'll go home and stay for a few days."

"what?"

Murong Xue sat up straight at once, staring at Song Pingqing.

Of course she knew why Song Pingqing returned home. This was something Song Pingqing had already told her about.

Hearing her say these words without any hesitation at this moment, it was like hearing heavenly music.

"Why are you so happy that I'm going home?" Song Pingqing pretended not to understand. "It seems that you think I'm clingy and you can't wait to be free."

Murong Xue didn't care what Song Pingqing was saying at the moment. She put down the champagne glass in her hand, stood up and walked to Song Pingqing, looking down at her eyes: "Hey——"

Song Pingqing actually wanted to reply, "I'm not saying hello."

This sentence really suits the person with the surname Murong.

However, there is no such joke in this world, and Song Pingqing's reply at this time is too depressing.

So he could only let out a long "Hmm?" and put down his wine glass, wrapping his arms around Murong Xue's waist: "What's wrong?"

"We haven't completed all the formalities yet." Murong Xue leaned closer to her, holding Song Pingqing's face with both hands, "Wait two more days, there's no rush."

Murong Xue urged him many times, but when the critical moment came, he suddenly relaxed.

"Then I'll wait until the enterprise group registration certificate comes down before going?"

Their moods seemed to have been reversed.

Those who have been working hard step by step become anxious at this moment, while those who have always been anxious relax and start to seek stability.

"Wait until the first press conference of Chengfeng Group is held."

Murongxue leaned over and rubbed her cheek against Song Pingqing's: "That's the right time."

Song Pingqing froze: I! Thought! She! Would! Kiss! Me! Down!

As expected, Murong Xue learned bad things very quickly.