When Song Pingqing heard these two words, the corners of his mouth instantly rose uncontrollably.

Although Song Pingqing knew that Murong Xue was referring to the scent left by the lotion on Foxy Papa, but combined with her disgusted words just now, it immediately reminded Song Pingqing of a classic scene he had seen in his previous life.

"Even if I'm starving! I'll jump out from here! I won't eat anything from you."

Then he held the bowl of rice and exclaimed, "Oh, it smells so good."

The more Song Pingqing thought about it, the more interesting it became. The corners of his mouth raised so dramatically: The law of true fragrance never deceives me.

Murong Xue's face was still buried in the doll, and she didn't see Song Pingqing's expression at all. She said in a very arrogant tone: "You are so thoughtful."

As if she felt that the tone of her previous words was a bit stiff, Murong Xue quickly added: "I like it very much. It is indeed much more comfortable to hold than those delicate-looking dolls."

Song Pingqing said "hmm", and when Murong Xue reluctantly let go of the doll, she was finally able to suppress her smile from the famous saying of the law of true fragrance, and reached out to smooth down Murong Xue's hair which was a little messy due to rubbing against her head.

Song Pingqing's tone was gentle and loving: "From now on, if you sleep with a soft baby in your arms, you won't have nightmares so easily."

"I'm sending you a birthday present in advance, and I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

"I hope you will have sweet dreams every day from now on."

Murong Xue lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment before she said softly, "This is a very good blessing. I accept it."

Ever since she had this dream once, Murong Xue began to fall into that nightmare once a week.

Everything in the dream was so outrageous. The father was not a father, the friends were not friends, and my dear grandparents died early due to anger. The only person around them who seemed reliable was Shen Ci.

But in the dream, Shen Ci's kindness to her was also distorted and extreme, with a sense of oppression that could not be resisted.

In the dream, the young Shen Ci looked at her with an extremely paranoid gaze and said word by word: "No one in this world loves you except me."

Bullshit.

This was the first time Murong Xue wanted to swear like Song Pingqing.

And perhaps because people lack control over their dreams, Murong Xue actually did so in her dream. Not only did she do so, she even slapped him in the face, and it was so crisp and loud.

Whether a person is worthy of being loved can be defined by other people's words?

Murong Xue knew that the older she got, the more her temper became like that of her not-so-likable and overbearing father, but so what?

Who stipulates that people must be loved by others to deserve to live?

The dream ended with Murong Xue beating Shen Ci in the dream. After waking up, Murong Xue felt very unhappy for several days.

She, the legitimate heir of the Murong family, was actually in such a mess in her dream, so messed up that she had to rely on begging for mercy from others to survive?! It was simply unbelievable.

Even though she knew it was just a dream and dreams were completely different from reality, Murong Xue still accumulated a lot of anger. For a few days, she even involuntarily attributed this bad emotion to the real Shen Ci.

Because it happened to be her menstrual period and she was always good at hiding her emotions, even Song Pingqing didn't notice anything unusual about Murong Xue's temper.

Fortunately, Shen Ci's personality in reality is completely different from that in the dream. Even though he was inexplicably angered, Shen Ci did not react at all to Murong Xue's deliberate targeting in those days. He even asked her seriously what she needed to improve.

Murong Xue hugged the soft and fragrant fox tightly, and pursed her lips into a straight line.

Although she didn't know why she had such a dream, she absolutely did not agree with what happened in the dream.

Although Mr. Murong was very busy, he always found ways to squeeze out time to accompany her since she was a child.

Murong Xue remembered that when she was five years old, President Murong Ba flew back from a faraway place on a flight of more than ten hours just to spend just forty minutes of parent-child time.

That day, President Murong didn't even have time to change into his home clothes. He rushed into the house in formal clothes, sat cross-legged on the street stall and played house with her for forty minutes, then left in a swift and decisive manner with his pants full of wrinkles.

The first six years of her life were spent under the care of her grandparents, and the past seven years were spent under the meticulous care of Song Pingqing, with the shadow of President Murong Ba appearing from time to time but always present throughout the whole process.

Murong Xue hugged Fox Papa even tighter.

She would never allow herself to become the person in her dreams.

Murong Xue hugged Fox Papa even tighter.

Song Pingqing didn't know what Murong Xue was thinking, but she was always good at observing children's little movements.

Seeing that Murong Xue seemed to be subconsciously hugging the doll for comfort, Song Pingqing reached out and patted her back gently.

Song Pingqing's tone was still gentle: "If you always have nightmares, let your uncle come and take a look and prescribe some medicine for you. Sometimes nightmares may also be a physical problem."

But Murong Xue's intuition told her that this had nothing to do with any physical problems.

"It's not like I have nightmares often." Murong Xue lowered her eyes to avoid Song Pingqing's concerned gaze, "It could be that I'm stressed and tired."

If any other child said this, Song Pingqing would probably say something like "Where does elementary school students get so much pressure from?" But she couldn't do that in front of Murong Xue. Song Pingqing felt that Murong Xue lived a more tiring life than she did.

Song Pingqing said jokingly, "You don't want to see a doctor because you're afraid of taking medicine, right?"

"That's definitely not the reason." Murong Xue retorted immediately, no longer suppressing her grievance like before.

Song Pingqing chuckled, touched Murong Xue's head, and said in a teasing tone: "Okay, our Xue'er is very brave and is never afraid of taking medicine."

"You're coaxing a child!" Murong Xue slapped Song Pingqing's hand away.

Song Pingqing still looked at her with a smiling expression.

I'm just coaxing a child.

Murong Xue's birthday party this year was lively, and even Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan were invited.

The Song family's life has been getting better and better in recent years, and no one will deny that the Song family's life will get better and better.

However, based on the current size of the Song family and based on rigid standards, they cannot attend Murong Xue’s birthday party on the grounds of formal and legitimate business cooperation.

However, the Song family's "nepotism" was too fierce. Song Pingqing was too ambitious and directly used her status as the adopted daughter of the Murong family to push the couple, who used to work as servants here, to the position of guests who needed to be taken care of and treated preferentially.

Watching their former colleagues transform into people they needed to serve with a sincere smile was an extremely subtle feeling, and it successfully touched the hearts of many of the couple's former colleagues.

Wu Qiming recently joined a new crew. He was reciting the script when he bumped into a few servants who were discussing something secretly. He suddenly said:

"Then the hearts of all parents in the world will not be reborn as a boy and reborn as a girl."

Song Pingqing has been following Murong Xue today and did not appear here.

So Gu Zongnian, who was beside Wu Qiming, stood up for him and slapped him hard on the back: "Watch your mouth!"

This slap was somewhat mixed with personal grudges.

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