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

It has to be said that looking at Wu Qiming's eyes that were filled with shock and admiration, Song Pingqing felt so happy.

Oh, she finally got a big one!

So that night, when Murong Xue ran to her room with a tired face, seemingly to chat but actually to seek comfort, Song Pingqing told Murong Xue about his actions.

"You are quite brave."

"I thought you were going to praise me for my cleverness." But it turned out you were praising me for my courage.

Song Pingqing was actually a little disappointed.

There is a feeling of disappointment like a child who performs exceptionally well and gets full marks in the test, but then goes home without getting any reward.

Murong Xue did not answer her immediately, but lowered her eyes and thought.

Perhaps because she was tired after a long day and went out for social events and study at night, Murong Xue's hair had become a little loose. A few strands of hair escaped the control of the small diamond hairpins and fell loosely on both sides of her cheeks. Under the dim warm light of the bedroom, she looked peaceful and gentle.

At this moment, Murong Xue did not have any of the coldness she showed in front of everyone during the day. Fatigue made it impossible for her to concentrate all her attention on thinking.

He's just a kid who's almost thirteen.

Although they do not have to face the pressure of entrance examinations like ordinary children, who can say that the pressure of inheriting the family business for a wealthy and prominent family will be less than the pressure of entrance examinations?

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing couldn't help but soften his heart.

Forget it, it would be a bit too much to ask Murong Xue to cheer up and praise her at this time.

Song Pingqing then reached out and gently pushed the messy hair at Murong Xue's temples behind her ears, and said in a gentle tone:

"It's late. Drinking milk tea will affect your sleep. How about I make you a cup of unsweetened jasmine milk? Drink it and go to bed early."

Murong Xue: I wanted to pretend to be asleep, but you tempted me with something I had never drunk, which was not very fair.

Seeing Murong Xue nod, Song Pingqing stood up and left the room.

The scent of jasmine was blended into the rich milky aroma. Murong Xue, who had successfully tasted the new product, felt better and put down the empty cup: "This shouldn't affect my normal milk tea drinking tomorrow, right?"

"It has no impact." Song Pingqing was helpless.

The only thing on this person's mind is milk tea.

Sometimes Song Pingqing was really confused as to why Murong Xue liked these things so much.

Theoretically speaking, the young lady has seen everything since she was a child, so why would she be interested in a cup of milk tea?

It was not until he talked with the nutritionist who intervened strongly that Song Pingqing had a vague guess in his mind.

Everything Murong Xue liked and was interested in since she was a child, whether it was food or toys, would eventually be restricted within a standard range to prevent her from becoming overly addicted.

However, because Song Pingqing loves his child, he always walks on the edge of these restrictive rules and strives to give her the greatest freedom.

Nutritionists say the sugar content is too high? Then Song Pingqing is researching versions with less sugar, half sugar, or three parts sugar.

The nutritionist said that this would disrupt the daily diet balance? Then Song Pingqing argued with her about whose job it was to balance the diet.

Song Pingqing: Damn it, you took such a high salary from my adoptive father, but you let my eldest daughter compromise your job? Can you figure out who is the party A? We paid the money!

She learned this saying from a classmate who is the son of a Taiwanese businessman. It doesn't sound dirty, but the insult is actually very dirty.

Song Pingqing's position is clear and firm. When it comes to the eldest lady's enjoyment, he will not give in unless it involves physical health issues.

Based on the principle of "you are not my client", the nutritionist went to complain to his superiors. After Secretary Li conveyed the message, he soon received a reply from President Murong - health comes first.

As a result, after the nutritionist proudly adjusted the diet and forbade Song Pingqing to make milk tea for Murong Xue on her own, Song Pingqing called Murong Bazong in front of her.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Song Pingqing opened his mouth and asked, "Is mental health not health? Didn't anyone help you fight for a happy childhood when you were a child?"

Of course Murong Ba has it, after all, his mother is still alive.

But these words indirectly aroused President Murong's longing for his deceased wife, and it stabbed him in the heart.

The boss finally hung up the phone in silence.

The nutritionist's face looked very unhappy at that time. After all, in a sense, Song Pingqing and she were both the second party taking care of Murong Xue.

But she didn't have the courage to call Party A's private phone and start cursing like this guy did.

Song Pingqing had no idea how Murong Ba dealt with the matter afterwards, but since then this group of people became much more obedient, and Murong Xue gained greater freedom in her diet and life.

Considering the relationship between father and daughter, Song Pingqing didn't tell Murong Xue a word about all this, but her silence didn't mean that Murong Xue couldn't notice it.

Murong Xue lowered her head and watched the bodyguard find out the truth and then send her a text message to explain the situation. Her eyes were slightly red and she pursed her lips tightly: Everyone else just wants me to change in an orderly manner, but only Song Pingqing cares about whether I am happy or not.

Song Pingqing picked up the empty cup on the table, turned around and was about to take it to the kitchen, but Murong Xue suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing looked down at her in confusion, "Do you still want to drink?"

"I don't want to drink anymore." Although she held Song Pingqing's wrist, Murong Xue didn't look up at her. She made up an excuse, "There's something wrong with the air conditioner in my room. The wind is too cold. I want to sleep here with you."

No, it’s a large flat with central air-conditioning and constant temperature all year round. How could such a problem still occur?

Song Pingqing instantly realized that Murong Xue had not yet recovered: "Then I'll put the cup in the kitchen and bring your toiletries."

Just agree to it like that?

Murong Xuesong opened her hand and looked at Song Pingqing's back as he left the room. She blinked in confusion, which was rare for her.

The arrogant girl hit a rare straight ball, and then found that the opponent did not block her layup at all under the basket, and even applauded.

This was the first time that Murong Xue came to seek comfort and succeeded in staying without pretending to be asleep.

Murong Xue: How many detours did I take? After all, it's hard to pretend to be asleep.

But Song Pingqing, who was pretending to sleep, had raised so many children, how could she not see that the child was pretending to sleep?

After all, most children's acting skills of pretending to sleep are always poor, especially those like Murong Xue who are actually pretending to sleep to cover up their psychological needs. She will not settle down and sleep well until the purpose of pretending to sleep is achieved.

Song Pingqing: Having raised many children, these are all experiences I have gained.

Although he did not get the praise from the eldest lady as he wished, Song Pingqing was still in a good mood.

After all, the eldest lady was finally willing to express her needs. Although she still insisted on finding a not very reliable reason, this was really an epic progress!