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

The people inside the house were bickering, while the people outside were sweating profusely.

A mature and domineering president who was about to reach forty was so shocked by these words that he almost burst into swearing.

Murong Ba's body trembled, he lowered his head and stared at Murong Meiqiu who had an innocent look on his face.

Grandson, you have eaten a lot in the past six months. It’s time to repay your grandfather.

Although Murong Ba was not a thief, he felt guilty, so he put down his shoes and ran away.

Murong Xue in the room snorted: "I don't believe it."

"Then I'll go take a look?" Song Pingqing said as he walked towards the door.

As expected, I saw the pair of slippers on the ground and laughed out loud, "Ha, they're really here."

Murong Meiqiu who was standing next to him woofed, jumped up and down happily, and chased in the direction Murong Ba left.

Song Pingqing looked up and saw that it was true.

There were only a few steps from the room to the door, and President Murong Ba didn't even have time to reach the end of the corridor. When Song Pingqing looked over, President Murong Ba felt his back burning, and his figure left even faster.

Run quickly, if you don’t run, social death will be waiting for you.

This acceleration seems to be a case of trying to cover up one's own mistake.

Song Pingqing inexplicably thought of the incident that happened back then when there was no gold of three hundred taels.

"Adoptive father." Song Pingqing said with a smile towards Mr. Murong's back, "I'll have a good chat with Xue'er when I get a chance."

The back of Mr. Murong Ba looked as if he was fleeing in a panic.

Boss Murong: That bastard is indeed a bastard, he is unreliable.

Song Pingqing picked up his slippers in one hand and the coal briquettes in the other and walked into the room: "Our coal briquettes are really good."

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue had already put on her shoes and stood up.

"He sold his grandfather without hesitation!" Song Pingqing laughed happily, "Good boy, you know who your real mother is."

Murong Meiqiu proudly woofed again.

Murong Xue looked at Murong Meiqiu's heartless look, and finally raised the corners of her mouth again. She hugged Meiqiu into her arms and rubbed her, then looked at Song Pingqing: "So my dad was indeed outside the door just now."

"Yeah. I even caught a glimpse of his back when I was leaving." Song Pingqing suddenly wanted to tease Murong Xue, "Your house is so big. Daddy's legs are so long that he didn't even have time to run out of the corridor."

Song Pingqing laughed wildly in his heart.

No wonder in so many novels about domineering presidents forcing love, the imprisoned canary can't escape at all. In such a big house, even if the domineering president himself goes into battle, there will be a flaw of his back.

As expected, only your enemies in this world hope that you are weak. The weak canary has difficulty running 800 meters in three and a half minutes, and cannot escape from the villa area even if it runs out of the villa. The domineering president can even drive over to catch her.

Only a special forces soldier who is good at hiding and observing surveillance can escape!

When he thought of this, Song Pingqing became somewhat dissatisfied with Murong Xue's weakness.

"Let's go." Song Pingqing turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Murong Xue was puzzled. She hadn't even recovered from her previous emotions.

Song Pingqing turned around and gave Murong Xue a very cheerful smile: "My dear Miss, you don't think that just because of this interruption, I will forget why I came here today, right?"

Although the volleyball has fallen on the stairs, it doesn’t matter, just pick it up.

Murong Xue widened her eyes.

Ah? No? Even now, she still hasn't forgotten her original intention?

"It's already eight o'clock." Murong Xue didn't want to go, "You need to take a shower and go to bed at this time."

Song Pingqing glanced at his phone and continued to wear a standard social smile, but his tone was threatening: "When did you learn to lie about military intelligence, huh?"

The last time I saw someone lie about time was in my childhood in my previous life. My mother yelled at the top of her lungs at six in the morning, “Don’t you have class at eight? It’s already eight twenty!!!”

It is certainly inappropriate to compare Murong Xue to my mother in my previous life, but it is indeed only seven o'clock now.

"Oh, actually I've recently..." Song Pingqing looked aside, pretending to be embarrassed, "I have some ideas for new products. You have never tasted that flavor before..."

Murong Xue's expression gradually began to become confused: Why did she suddenly start to resort to tricks?

"Tsk, what should I do? I don't think kids who don't exercise well can drink new flavors of drinks."

“But I think the new flavor will be delicious.”

If the current world has evolved to the point where there are emoticons, Murong Xue's inner state at this moment should be the same as the emoticon of Sun Wukong who holds his head and shouts "Master, stop chanting".

"Okay." Murong Xue couldn't resist the temptation of milk tea after all, but her tone was mixed with a bit of grief and indignation, "I'll practice! I'll practice!"

Song Pingqing smiled with satisfaction: You see, children are easy to coax.

He immediately took Murong Xue to the training ground at home.

After training, Murong Xue sat cross-legged on the ground and stared at Song Pingqing: "Where's my milk tea?!"

"Today... not." Song Pingqing chuckled, as if to say, "I am bullying you, so what?" "After all, you notified me too suddenly, and I didn't have time to buy new materials."

Murong Xue was confused.

What is Song Pingqing singing about?

Zhuge Liang sang the empty city plan on the city wall.

You're playing the empty cup trick in my house?!

Murong Xue started to run after Song Pingqing, but the latter had the advantage of longer legs and was running very fast on the field.

Song Pingqing jumped and stabbed her a few more times: "Oh~ I still have the strength to practice~ Our eldest lady is so good today~"

When Murong Xue heard this, she stopped abruptly.

I wanted to hit her, but I was afraid of falling into her trap.

She really is worthy of being the person chosen by her biological father. Her skills in stimulating people are really on point.

Seeing Murongxue's eyes full of grievance and indignation, Song Pingqing finally restrained the idea of ​​urging her to exercise more and walked to her side: "It doesn't matter, isn't it just that the new materials haven't arrived yet?"

If there are no ingredients, there will be no delicious food, right?! Murong Xue was angry and turned away, not wanting to pay attention to her.

Unexpectedly, Song Pingqing's next sentence was: "There are no new materials, but other materials can also make new products."

"It also tastes sweet and is good for your health. It doesn't contain tea leaves, so it won't affect your sleep."

“It doesn’t even have to take up your weekly drink quota.”

The last sentence was said by Song Pingqing in Murong Xue's ear: "Want to try it?"

Murong Xue's expression was completely numb.

She, the future heir of the wealthy Murong family, who will soon dominate the business world with her tyrannical capital, could actually have her emotions manipulated to such an extent.