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

Chapter 652: Washing the List

More than ten years after coming to the New World, Song Pingqing finally experienced the execution power of a domineering president.

Allowing her to delay being Song Xiahui for a few days was already Murong Xue's greatest tolerance.

Long before the day they confessed their love to each other, Murong Xue had already prepared various tools for committing the crime.

Just waiting for Song Pingqing to fall into the trap.

Murong Xue has been feeling depressed these days.

After all, the meat that I had been longing for for a long time was finally placed in front of me, but I could only look at it but not eat it, which was really unbearable.

Originally she was still deceiving herself, thinking, what if Song Pingqing wanted to wait until her birthday to give it to her?

It turns out that someone is really like Song Xiahui who can remain calm even when a woman sits on his lap.

So when Murong Xue found out that her birthday present this year was not a wrapped gift for someone, all her thoughts of endurance disappeared.

There is no point in enduring it now. Doesn’t Song Pingqing think that she is a domineering president?

Then let’s try being domineering for once.

Unfortunately...

Murong Xue still lacks enough exercise.

Start with "Didn't you ask Xiuxiu to chase them away? Then why didn't you take the initiative to put out the fire?"

The process is a cycle of "No, no, this is not what I imagined.", "Keep that thing away from me!" and "I'm not asking you to get a new one!"

In the end, the situation ended with Xue finally giving up on being stubborn and saying, "No, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep and stop messing around."

The execution is strong, the props are well prepared, and even the bedroom of the old house has aromatherapy lit early to create an ambiguous atmosphere.

but.

During the execution process, the key element of "physical strength" is also in serious shortage.

In Song Pingqing's eyes that said "I'll just quietly watch you perform, how else can you do that?", in order to successfully end this enjoyable but exhausting journey, Murong Xue could only promise in a trembling voice:

"I will definitely exercise well in the future."

After saying that, he fell asleep.

Whether he was really asleep or just pretending to be asleep would be decided by Song Pingqing, the person cleaning the battlefield.

Song Pingqing: The result of being beaten up by her is that I have to beat her up again.

The day after Murong Xue's birthday was still a rainy day.

Because I had made plans in my mind early on, things in the company had also been arranged properly, and this morning was quiet and peaceful.

Yesterday, the battle lasted until the early morning, and with the sound of the dripping rain as background music to soothe her, by the time Murong Xue woke up, it was already past eleven o'clock.

She was feeling very fresh and was wearing a beautiful, soft silk white nightgown.

This was the result of Song Pingqing cleaning up the battlefield after she fell asleep yesterday.

It was not surprising that Song Pingqing was not seen at the first moment, but it was strange that there was movement in the bathroom.

Murong Xue stretched and made sure that she didn't feel any discomfort other than simple soreness and swelling before she stood up and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Pingqing was squatting by the bathtub, rustling. No one knew what he was doing. Murong Xue leaned against the door and coughed lightly, pretending to ask casually:

"what are you doing?"

"I'm washing the sheets." Song Pingqing turned around and looked at her with a calm look, "It's almost done."

Really, it’s her style that allows her to talk about such an ambiguous matter so frankly.

Murong Xue's face flushed instantly: "When is it your turn to do something like this?"

There are plenty of nannies and washing machines at home, right?

"But I don't think you'd want them to wash this sheet."

Song Pingqing reached out and easily fished out the wet but clean light pink sheet from the bathtub: "At least I don't want it this time."

Murong Xue could no longer maintain her careless state and raised her hands to cover her face.

For someone like her who has been blessed with everything since childhood, she doesn't really care about this.

But when Song Pingqing mentioned this, she inexplicably felt her face getting hot, her heartbeat quickened, and she felt a little panicked.

"Let others do this kind of thing in the future."

After a while, Murong Xue regained her composure and walked over to help Song Pingqing twist the sheets: "After all, there will be many more things like this in the future."

Song Pingqing almost couldn't tell the occasion and said "Wuhu~", and added, "It's not the time when you were in a hurry to go to bed last night."

But think about Murong Xue's skin which is so thin that it can't be any thinner...

Forget it.

She always had to take Murong Xue's mental state into consideration. After all, Murong Xue was probably extremely easy to be irritated at this moment.

Song Pingqing: Small works can please your heart, but big works can harm your body. If you try to commit suicide now, you'll easily be locked out by Murong Xue.

Murong Xue's thoughts were completely different from hers. At this moment, Murong Xue only felt that the bed sheet in her hand was a little hot.

Murong Xue: These are the sheets that Song Pingqing washed herself. How could she wash such sheets by herself?

Alas, love can really make people lose their minds.

After twisting the bed sheet, Murong Xue tried to get into bed again and cover her face.

Unfortunately, Song Pingqing immediately pulled back the quilt and said, "It's already past eleven o'clock. Get up and eat. I'll exercise with you later."

Murong Xue lost her quilt and immediately grabbed the pillow to cover her face, muffled: "I'm not hungry."

"Really? Not hungry?" Song Pingqing put his hand on her calf, "Then..."

Then he nodded without any meaning.

The result of this was that Murong Xue immediately stood up and climbed up quickly: "You heard wrong."

Someone immediately put on a serious look: "What I just said was that I was hungry."

"Oh...I heard it wrong." Song Pingqing nodded, but it was a pity that the acting was not real, and there was a smile in his eyes that was difficult to hide.

This fox...

Murong Xue stood up and walked towards the cloakroom.

He was determined not to continue this ridiculous interaction with Song Pingqing.

When he is in a good mood, Song Pingqing usually wants to hum a few songs.

But considering that she couldn't ruin Murong Xue's mood in the morning, she finally held back.

But that good mood could not be concealed, and Song Pingqing's walking posture became extremely light.

Murong Xue turned her head to look at someone who was radiating energy, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Is it true that there is such a huge difference in physical strength between people?

As it turns out, it can.

On the third night, when Song Pingqing was about to ask her if she wanted to continue today, he found that Murong Xue had hidden all the tools used in the crime.

Murong Xue put on a serious look again: "The weather forecast says it will be sunny tomorrow."

"So?" Song Pingqing didn't understand the logic between the two.

"I think tomorrow is a good time to go to work." Murong Xue sat in bed and continued seriously, "After all, we haven't been to the company for three days."

"Okay." Song Pingqing closed the drawer.

Give her a break.