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

Things have developed to this point. No matter what purpose Chu Yuntian came here for, it is now impossible to achieve it.

President Murong intervened forcefully. Judging from the content of the text message that President Murong sent to Song Pingqing, it would be difficult for Chu Yuntian to leave without losing a lot of money.

Song Pingqing covered his eyes and yawned lazily: I don’t care what he wants to do by reading the spell, as long as I can forcibly interrupt his spellcasting, he can’t do anything.

Song Pingqing: Offense is always the best defense! Yeah!

And Murong Ba even came over to seal the opponent when Song Pingqing interrupted the opponent's spell, and perhaps he would also complete the task of finishing off Song Pingqing after he shouted "One hit from the opposite side".

The little fox and the big tiger cooperated extremely well because of their common enemy. No matter how capable Chu Yuntian was, he was forced to admit defeat in this round.

Chu Yuntian: You two are really both wicked.

If Song Pingqing knew what Chu Yuntian was thinking, he would probably be complacent. After all, it is normal for a red fox to wear black gloves, right?

No one would have expected that Chu Yuntian would appear at the place where Xu Jinmei gave birth, and no one would have expected that Chu Yuntian would run into President Murong.

Upon hearing the news, Murong Xue was silent for a long time. In the end, she just rubbed her forehead and sighed deeply.

Everyone would think this was a coincidence, except Murong Xue.

There may be some coincidences in this world, but when this coincidence is related to President Murong, it is most likely promoted by her father himself.

How did Chu Yuntian know where Song Pingqing's mother gave birth? And how could he get there by chance?

Murong Xue: I’m tired. My dad is so scheming. I have to figure out how to convince him to listen to me.

Boss Murong: My daughter is too gentle. If you don’t uproot the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze.

Song Pingqing only cared about reporting the case and reporting the news, and didn't care about how the father and daughter communicated with each other.

However, soon, Song Pingqing and Shen Ci learned the follow-up plan of the matter from Murong Xue.

"My dad took the man away. He said he would handle it." The little tiger's authority was challenged by the big tiger, and his expression looked obviously unhappy.

If the big tiger doesn't take action, it's fine. But when he does, it's swift, steady, accurate and ruthless. When Chu Yuntian returned to school after the National Day holiday, his seat was already empty.

Murong Xue leaned on the back of the chair, holding a cup of bayberry sparkling drink made from the newly bought fruit that Song Pingqing had bought when he passed by Zhang Ma yesterday. She looked calm and her tone was even calmer.

"But fortunately, we have reached a common decision to hand Chu Yuntian over to the country."

Song Pingqing and Shen Ci nodded in tacit understanding at this ending.

Shen Ci was venomous for once: "This is the best way to utilize waste."

As for where he went or what will happen to him in the future?

Neither Murong Ba nor Murong Xue knew about it, and in the future no one will know about it except the motherland.

The good news is that this guy can no longer come up to them and mutter all kinds of embarrassing lines.

Song Pingqing: The air is fresher where there are no idiots.

Shen Ci: Finally, there is no one who can influence my civil service exam.

Song Pingqing was working on a handicraft on the table. He was tinkering with something new. When he heard Shen Ci say that, he added, "He's a mixed bag."

"What do you mean by a mixed crowd?" Murong Xue wondered.

"He looks like a human, but he speaks nonsense. His comprehension is not as good as the Border Collie downstairs, and his mobility is not as good as the Capybara." Song Pingqing used sandpaper to polish the long object in his hand.

"His obsession with his past life is comparable to that of a wild donkey in the countryside." Song Pingqing's tone was full of sarcasm. "But his memory is worse than that of a goldfish in a fish tank. No matter how many times you beat him up, he's still there saying 'Xue'er Xue'er Xue'er'."

Wow, what a mixed bag.

Shen Ci covered his face, feeling that his elder brother's scolding was becoming more and more artistic.

Murongxue finished the drink in her hand without noticing, and without caring what Song Pingqing was doing, she raised her hand and stuffed the drink cup in Song Pingqing's arms: "Another cup, thank you."

"No, you can't drink it." Song Pingqing refused so quickly that Murong Xue subconsciously showed her surprise.

Song Pingqing put down what he was holding, raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and said in a businesslike tone:

"It's 9:30 in the morning, and you've already had a full-sugar drink. According to the plan sent by the nutritionist, you can't drink any extra sugary drinks until at least the morning after tomorrow."

Nutritionist: Since you must drink it, I will find someone to supervise you.

Shen Ci suddenly said: "I'm going out first, I haven't finished my homework yet."

Shen Ci: I already know everything I need to know, and I’ve already complained about everything I need to complain about. I can see someone is about to explode! I better run!

It must be said that Shen Ci's intuition in this regard is quite sharp. When he sees that the situation is not right, he runs away.

Murong Xue's anger grew.

As a result, Song Pingqing continued to polish her little handicraft.

Seeing Song Pingqing's focused look, Murong Xue suddenly felt like playing a prank on him. After all, there was no one else in Song Pingqing's room at the moment.

So Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing's sleeve and looked at Song Pingqing with a slightly pitiful expression.

Song Pingqing was stunned and shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Continued Cup."

Song Pingqing dropped everything in his hands and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Woo woo woo, the chubby little tiger...

This kind of pretentious look is rare, not to mention Murong Xue in her teenage years, even in her childhood.

My goodness, the eldest daughter of the Wanmu Group is acting like a spoiled child for a drink?

It's a pity that there is no room for bargaining in this matter.

Murong Baba has type 2 diabetes, which is not like type 1 which is a congenital genetic defect. Type 2 is hereditary.

When the private nutritionist communicated with Song Pingqing, he repeatedly reminded Murong Xue that her diet must be controlled from an early age. Song Pingqing had no choice but to harden his heart and not compromise.

Song Pingqing had a wooden face and insisted on his principles: "No, you've been drinking too much recently!"

Seeing that her coquettish behavior was futile, Murong Xue became even more unhappy, and her mood dropped in an instant.

Murong Xue: What kind of person is this? He can reject someone as cute as me even when I act coquettishly.

Song Pingqing: Guess how many children I saw acting like a spoiled brat in my previous life? My immunity is maxed out, okay?

Seeing that Murong Xue seemed really unhappy, Song Pingqing could only sigh in his heart.

It is children's nature to love sweets, but unfortunately, for Murong Xue's future, some things cannot be compromised.

Song Pingqing picked up the things that had just fallen on the table and handed them to Murong Xue: "I made this for you, do you like it?"