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

As soon as Murong Xue said, "Come home with me quickly!", Song Pingqing felt that something was wrong.

After all, the eldest lady had never spoken to her in such a harsh tone.

Song Pingqing sat up straight subconsciously and looked down at the time on his watch.

My goodness, it’s almost ten o’clock already.

Wen Zhuo saw that things were not going well and quickly said, "My fault, my fault. I saw that Big Brother was hungry, so I called the cook to get up and make a midnight snack. After all, Big Brother was busy with my work until so late, and it would be inappropriate if he didn't finish his midnight snack here."

The cook, who had just woken up, saw this hellish scene and immediately went into the kitchen.

Cook: This pot is almost knocking me out.

Murong Xue's face turned cold and she looked at Song Pingqing. Just as she was about to ask her "Is this true?", she saw Song Pingqing holding a half-eaten piece of tea fruit between her fingertips.

Murong Xue's eyes darkened.

Most of these things are sweet and Song Pingqing usually avoids touching them if possible. However, the fruit in her hand has been bitten twice, which shows that she is really hungry.

Thinking of this, Murong Xue's tone finally softened a little, but only a little:

"You're hungry, but you don't want to go home for dinner? Is it because the food Aunt Zhang has been cooking lately doesn't suit your taste?"

Or is it said that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger? Just look at the direction of Murong Xue's attribution, and you will know how difficult it is to be a nanny in a wealthy family.

"There are many people in our family, and we don't want to move these things back and take up space, so we sent them to him."

This is true. After all, the feeling of living in a house of the same size with six people (four owners and two nannies) and with four people (one owner and three nannies) is completely different.

The most important thing is that Murong Xue really hates her house being cluttered.

The young lady looked around at the piles of large and small boxes, and her expression softened a little.

Thinking of the words "our family" that Song Pingqing had just blurted out, his angry face calmed down a bit.

Seeing that Murong Xue's face was not as cold as before, Song Pingqing dared to take the opportunity to explain: "Besides, I was a little thirsty when I came up just now, so I drank some tea here. Wen Zhuo happened to ask the chef to make something to eat, so I thought I might as well eat here."

"It also saves Aunt Zhang from having to get up and light the fire."

Murongxue's eyes fell on Song Pingqing's face, staring at him so hard that he felt uneasy: "What's wrong?"

Murong Xue's tone was still a little cold, but she no longer looked at her: "Next time you come so late, at least send me a message."

What she meant was that she was very worried, but Murong Xue and Murong Ba, both father and daughter, were unable to express such frank concern.

"it is good."

After hearing Song Pingqing's agreement, Murong Xue nodded and changed the subject: "But... you can eat here, but you have been very tired these two days, so don't talk about the stall issue while eating."

Wen Zhuo couldn't help but ask, "Ah?"

The disappointment was hard to conceal in Little Green Tea's voice. He was still thinking about discussing with Song Pingqing how to draw the bouncing ball.

Murong Xue glanced at Wen Zhuo coldly: "No problem, brother?"

The word "brother" was emphasized, as if if Wen Zhuo dared to make trouble, he would have no chance of setting up his stall.

"No objection, no objection." Wen Zhuo said repeatedly.

Wen Zhuo took a few deep breaths and frantically comforted himself: Don't bother with her, don't bother with her. If you piss her off, you won't have a chance to beat Wen Yue. When the time comes, don't act on impulse.

Seeing that Wen Zhuo still knew right from wrong, Murong Xue let him go.

Song Pingqing certainly knew why Wen Zhuo was disappointed, but there was a high probability that Murong Xueli was only a step away from completely losing her temper and getting ready to take action. Even if she was very courageous, she would not dare to touch the tiger's whiskers at this critical juncture.

What does it have to do with Song Pingqing whether Wen Zhuo can sleep well tonight?

Song Pingqing poured himself another cup of hot tea and held it up.

Anyway, the question of "how to draw the lottery" is not difficult, and Wen Zhuo is not a fool. Even if Song Pingqing doesn't say anything, he can definitely come up with a rule by himself.

Song Pingqing was thinking this, and just as she was about to put the tea to her mouth, she saw Murong Xue coming over and looking at her: "Don't drink tea, you won't be able to sleep well if you drink tea so late."

Murong Xue was a person who really got angry when she was angry. But seeing that there was a reason for it and Song Pingqing had a good attitude, she had let the matter go long ago. When she spoke again, there was no more commanding or nagging tone in her voice.

Song Pingqing hummed and put down the teacup.

Murong Xue looked at Wen Zhuo again: "Why are you still standing there? Do you want the guests to get their own mineral water?"

Well, it seems that he is only angry with Song Pingqing, and is still angry with Wen Zhuo.

At this moment, in Murong Xue's eyes, Wen Zhuo was the most tactless brother in the entire team.

Jianwen Zhuo was about to get it from the refrigerator, but Murong Xue added coldly, "It needs to be at room temperature!"

Wen Zhuo could only go to the water bar to get it again.

Murongxue glanced at Song Pingqing, snorted and sat down beside her: "You told me to keep warm and rest well before your period. Is this your attitude towards yourself?"

The tone was arrogant, but the care in his words was real.

Song Pingqing then reacted and calculated the days. She found that her menstrual period was indeed in these two days.

No wonder Murong Xue was so angry when I came home late today.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing's heart softened. He put down the sweet cake that he really didn't want to eat anymore and said to Murong Xue:

"Okay, this was just an accident. I promise there won't be a next time, okay?"

"You'd better remember your promise." Murongxue glanced at Song Pingqing and reached out to take the mineral water handed over by Wen Zhuo. "If you do this again next time, I will ask Dad to cancel your black card."

Song Pingqing immediately became obedient.

Wen Zhuo was shocked: "Your father also opened a black card for her?!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xue and Song Pingqing turned to look at Wen Zhuo at the same time, and their eyes were in unison.

The name of that look is: "Look at you, you have never seen the world~"

It was getting late now, and in order to finish the job quickly, Wen Zhuo's chef made a bowl of vegetarian noodles for Song Pingqing and fried a small fish.

In order to ensure that the two would not talk about work at the dinner table again, Murong Xue accompanied Song Pingqing to finish the meal before leaving.

"Why are you guarding against Wen Zhuo like a thief?" Song Pingqing was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes when he got into the elevator, but he still asked curiously, "I told you to go back and rest early, but you didn't go back."

"I did this, of course, because some people have a history of talking about work at the dinner table."

The someone he is talking about is certainly not Song Pingqing.

Murong Xue saw that it was already 10:40 and immediately lost her temper: "It's all your fault. You came back so late. I couldn't get a good night's sleep."

"Blame me, blame me." Song Pingqing immediately took the blame.