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

Thinking of the scolding and threatening tone his daughter used when she spoke to Song Pingqing just now, President Murong Ba was furious.

Murong Xue never expected that President Murong Ba would suddenly appear at such an awkward moment, and all the muscles in her body stiffened.

"You misunderstood..."

Song Pingqing tried to explain, but was interrupted by the real adult version of the domineering president.

"Pingqing, you don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to speak for her!"

Murong Ba's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze a person to death. He stared straight at the child in her arms: "I think she was spoiled by you!"

Song Pingqing felt the stiffness of the person in his arms and tried to explain for the second time: "It's not like that..."

President Murong Ba looked at his daughter who was lying in Song Pingqing's arms and refused to even raise her head. He became even angrier and interrupted Song Pingqing's explanation for the second time: "Why don't you come down!!!"

"How long do you want me to hold you?!"

Song Pingqing sighed silently in his heart: Alas, you domineering CEOs really don’t listen to others.

"Godfather!" Song Pingqing could no longer bear it and interrupted the spell forcibly.

She used the old lady's suppressive aura towards the younger generation and said in a stern tone: "Xue'er's shoes fell off! I just carried her back to the house to change her shoes!"

President Murong Ba's breathing stagnated, and then he saw Murong Xue's bare foot: "Where are your shoes?!"

How could this be the behavior of the eldest daughter of the Murong family?

Even though he misunderstood his daughter, Mr. Murong Ba had no intention of apologizing. He was a very typical traditional parent. His love was real and his dedication was real, but he would never allow his daughter's behavior to infringe upon his authority.

Song Pingqing raised her eyebrows slightly, but before she could speak, Murong Xue suddenly had an idea and reached out to hug Song Pingqing's neck tightly.

Song Pingqing lowered his head to look at her, but only saw the corners of her lips slightly raised, as if she couldn't help smiling, but her tone was weak and helpless.

"Pingqing, don't explain to Dad."

Perhaps inspired by Wen Zhuo's cup of fragrant tea, Murong Xue's tone was just right.

"He only cared about whether I was decent or not, and never cared whether I was sad or not."

Even though he knew that Murong Xue was showing off her acting skills, Song Pingqing subconsciously tightened his arms around her.

Many times, people are telling the truth by pretending to be crazy.

Just like now.

Song Pingqing looked down at Murong Xue. The upturned corners of the young lady's mouth revealed the fact that she was acting, but Song Pingqing knew very well that this was what she really thought.

Seeing Murong Xue still lying in Song Pingqing's arms and refusing to even look at him, President Murong Ba felt a surge of anger in his heart.

“I also wonder how nice it would be if I was born in an ordinary family.”

Murong Xue's acting became more and more realistic, and her words became like sharp weapons that pierced directly into Murong Ba's heart, which seemed tough but was actually quite emotional.

“Will this way we get more encouragement and companionship?”

"Can I grow up happily like a normal child?"

At the end, Murong Xue's voice even trembled a bit.

Song Pingqing stared at the somewhat guilty Murong Bazong expressionlessly: "I bullied someone until he cried. Are you satisfied?"

Thinking of the lack of companionship over the years, thinking of Murong Xue's lack of maternal love since childhood, thinking of his harsh criticism of Murong Xue, President Murong subconsciously wanted to step back.

It’s just that the boss has been in a high position for so long that he has become immune to this level of mental stimulation.

President Murong was shaken for a moment, but soon regained his composure: "Take her back to the house to change her shoes."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked past Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing carried Murong Xue back to her room and placed her on the sofa. He said with a hint of ridicule, "Why, you're learning from Wen Zhuo to take the essence and discard the dross?"

"I just suddenly wanted to try it." Murong Xue stepped on the soft footstool, but her expression was not as happy as when she was showing off her acting skills in front of President Murong just now. "In fact, I wanted to say those words to him a long time ago."

"What do you mean by he? He's your father." Song Pingqing tapped Murong Xue's head. "Do you feel better now that you've said it?"

Murong Xue shook her head and lowered her eyelids: "No, I thought he would apologize to me."

"He won't apologize." Song Pingqing paused for a moment as he poked Murong Xue's head. His palm landed on her head and rubbed it gently. "He will never apologize, either now or in the future."

"Why? But he is obviously wrong." Murong Xue looked up at Song Pingqing.

"Because if the knife doesn't fall on you, you won't feel the pain." Song Pingqing's voice was light and seemed to come from far away, with a faint sense of unreality.

"Or maybe, he grew up like this, so he thinks everything he does is right."

Song Pingqing held Murong Xue in his arms and failed to close the bedroom door immediately after opening it.

Therefore, all the conversations here fell into the ears of President Murong Ba who was standing at the door.

In the hand of Mr. Murong was holding the slippers that Murong Meiqiu had just brought over, and squatting at his feet was the cute little black ball.

What Song Pingqing said was different from what was written in the parenting books he had read.

President Murong Ba should have felt offended, but he strangely became quiet and wanted to hear her continue speaking. Fortunately, he found a way to refute Song Pingqing in his heart.

"Habit does not mean right." Song Pingqing's tone was gentle. Although it was the clear voice of a young girl, there was an inexplicable soothing feeling in it.

"Can't it be changed?" Murong Xue stared at Song Pingqing, stubbornly wanting the answer she wanted to hear.

"In fact, he has changed a lot." Song Pingqing blinked, "At least now you can sleep in without any psychological burden, right?"

"Does this count?"

"Of course." Song Pingqing nodded, walked into the cloakroom, and got her cotton socks and sneakers. "Besides, if it weren't for his permission, you wouldn't have the relative freedom of diet you have now."

"But isn't that what you fought for me?" Murong Xue felt that this matter had little to do with President Murong.

"If he doesn't agree, it will be useless even if I fight for you." Song Pingqing handed her the shoes and socks in his hand, "Give him some time."

When President Murong Ba heard this while standing at the door, he felt guilty and uncomfortable. He even had the urge to rush in and have a good talk with Murong Xue.

However, before his impulse could be turned into action, Song Pingqing's voice came from inside the house again:

"Maybe your dear father is holding your lost slipper right now, preparing to return it to you?"