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

After all, it was a special moment, and Murong Xue rarely cared about Song Pingqing's swearing, and just sat beside her and waited with her.

Song Dashan was there to accompany the mother during childbirth. The man, who was in his thirties, cried louder than the woman in labor.

"Wuwuwuwu, wife, we are not going to have any more children, wuwuwuwuwu."

Song Pingqing pursed her lips, her mind in a mess. She was worried about Xu Jinmei's physical condition, and at the same time, she was wondering how her father could cry so ugly.

“Wow, I didn’t know giving birth was so scary.”

After all, most hospitals do not allow family members to accompany their wives during childbirth, and many men have no idea about it at all. Some men even don’t care how difficult childbirth is for their wives.

Private hospitals of this level are exceptions. After all, one of the mother or the father is either rich or noble, and satisfying the needs of customers is the bottom line.

When Song Pingqing was born, Song Dashan certainly had no idea how painful the process was. He accompanied Xu Jinmei in giving birth to her second child and cried so hard that he was out of breath, as if he was the one lying there giving birth.

The sound was so loud that even outside the delivery room could hear it.

Old Mrs. Song really wanted to rush in and slap them both in the face for being so noisy!

But it wasn't Old Lady Song's turn to take action, so Xu Jinmei scolded him first: "Song Dashan, if you keep yelling, get out of here!"

The shout was full of energy, it seemed that Xu Jinmei was in good condition.

Song Pingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing her breathe a sigh of relief, Murong Xue also relaxed a little. Looking at Old Lady Song walking around anxiously, she suddenly felt that although the people in the Song family were a little vulgar, the relationship between the family members was really good.

No wonder Song Pingqing cares about them so much.

Who doesn’t want a home with a good atmosphere?

Although Murong's villa is big, one has to use an intercom to call "Dad", which also lacks a sense of home.

Murong Xue still has many aspirations for such a family atmosphere.

After all, it was her second child, and Xu Jinmei gave birth to her second daughter at around nine o'clock in the evening.

Six pounds and eight ounces, a very standard weight for a newborn baby.

In order to avoid being exposed because of his skillful gestures in holding the baby, Song Pingqing only dared to tease the newborn sister with the help of Old Lady Song's hands.

Although Song Pingqing also knew that the newborn baby was not good-looking.

But this is too ugly.

"She must study hard in the future." Song Pingqing whispered to Murong Xue, "It seems that she has no chance of becoming a star."

The nanny was speechless after hearing this, but she was just an employee after all and couldn't say anything.

Old Mrs. Song was also speechless: "You looked like this when you were born. You two sisters are almost exactly the same."

"Nonsense! There's no way she could look like me, I'm super handsome!"

Song Pingqing was anxious. She was very satisfied with her appearance in this life and would never allow anyone to compare herself with a newborn baby, even if it was her own sister.

So Song Pingqing quickly tugged at Murongxue's sleeve and asked, "Tell me, am I prettier than her?"

"Yes." Murong Xue covered her face, seeming quite helpless, "You are much more handsome than her."

Whether the little tiger admits it or not, the little fox's behavior most of the time is jumping back and forth between old age and childishness. It is true that there are surprises every day and everything is different.

"You guys should go back and rest." Old Lady Song urged, "Children won't grow if they stay up late."

Song Pingqing thought about his height, which had just reached 1.7 meters, and then remembered the model's height that he envied in his previous life. He felt that he could be a little taller.

Maybe in the future I can set up a niche clothing brand, and be a model myself to fulfill my little fantasy from my previous life?

Before she could finish her fantasy, she suddenly saw Murong Xue reaching out to tease the child in Old Lady Song's arms.

Song Pingqing suddenly realized: Why is the eldest lady still here? She has been here for a whole day.

Song Pingqing: My mother gave birth and she stayed here with me for a whole day???

"Let's go home and sleep." Song Pingqing didn't care whether Murong Xue wanted to continue playing with the child or not, and pulled her away.

"These two kids are really." Old Mrs. Song held the children and shook her head helplessly.

It was already very late, and Song Pingqing and Murong Xue naturally didn't want to take another 40-minute drive back to Murong's villa, so they simply went to Song Pingqing's small house.

"The entire second floor is given to you?" It was Murong Xue's first time here, and she was a little surprised to see the Song family's arrangement.

"I don't think it's necessary. I don't live at home very often." Song Pingqing took out some clean clothes for Murong Xue from the closet.

As fate would have it, it was finally Murong Xue's turn to wear her own pajamas.

In fact, Song Pingqing still has a little bit of boasting in his heart.

"What's the big deal? Your family is doing pretty well now. When your sister grows up, you will probably move into a better house." Murong Xue tied up her long hair and made it into a round bun on top of her head.

After all, she is under the protection of the Murong family. Isn't it natural that she will develop better and better in the future?

Song Pingqing had never thought about it from this angle, so he nodded: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with what you said."

Although all the shares of Hengtong Logistics were given to themselves, Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei are now worldly-wise people. There are many ways to make money. Isn't the 4S store a ready-made example?

As long as they plan and operate carefully, the couple can definitely make more money.

Things are always developing. Maybe in the future the Song family will be able to move into the villa area where the Murong family lives in Jincheng City now?

Of course, this goal is too ambitious, so let's just think about it.

There are only a dozen houses in that villa area. One was bought by Gu Zongnan's family, and several others were bought by wealthy people from abroad who have business dealings here.

It is said that Murong Ba's sworn brother Song Jinyan also has a villa there. In short, they are all people who have climbed into the top wealthy circle. The Song family's current capabilities are still far from that level.

After staying in the hospital for a day, although the two did not do much work, they were really nervous. Now after returning home, they did not have the energy to speak. They just washed up and fell asleep with their hands on the pillow.

When they woke up the next day, they sat in the restaurant to have breakfast together.

"I have contacted the driver. He was delayed in the hospital yesterday and has a lot of work to do today."

If it weren't for Song Pingqing's unusual nervousness yesterday and Murong Xue's recollection of some of her own childhood feelings, she would not have disrupted her plans for such a small matter.

After Song Pingqing got over the shock, he woke up with a much clearer mind. Of course, he also realized the reason why Murong Xue stayed yesterday.

So the little fox put down the spoon in his hand and said to Murong Xue very seriously: "Thank you."

This thank you was a bit nonsensical, but Murong Xue still understood it.

The little tiger elegantly completed a set of slow chewing movements, drank a mouthful of milk, and then slowly uttered three words: "You're welcome."

The tone is still as arrogant as ever.

Song Pingqing couldn't help laughing, and took out a tissue and handed it to her: "There's a little milk stain at the corner of your mouth."

Murong Xue took the tissue and glared at her.