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

As children grow up, they will inevitably encounter psychological problems and need someone to help resolve and enlighten them.

Song Pingqing was not surprised by Murong Xue's sudden emotionality that night.

Even adults can suffer mental breakdowns due to work pressure, let alone Murong Xue, who is a minor who has to bear adult responsibilities.

No matter how awesome the elite education is, you cannot force a child to take on things that are not appropriate for his stage of development.

People always need an outlet for their uneasy emotions. The fact that Murong Xue was able to show this side of her in front of Song Pingqing can be said to be the result of Song Pingqing's long-term efforts.

One is too lazy to pretend, and the other finally stops pretending. How can this not be considered a two-way journey?

For the little follower who can't get close to the big boss no matter what, and the big boss who can't find a suitable little follower, it is actually a blessing for both of them to be able to get together.

After venting her emotions, Murong Xue fell asleep right where she was, leaning on Song Pingqing's arms. Song Pingqing couldn't sleep yet, as she had to at least "clean up the battlefield" first.

Carefully moved Murong Xue into the bed and covered her with the quilt.

And clean up all the garbage from wiping snot and tears.

After re-adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner to ensure that it would not blow towards Murong Xue, Song Pingqing finally lay down to rest.

It's not that Song Pingqing wanted to go to such lengths to clean up all these things while Murong Xue was asleep, but she was worried that Murong Xue's mood, which had just had a good rest after crying, would be disturbed by these garbage.

After all, the eldest lady’s current state is “work hard as soon as you open your eyes” and she is always under high pressure.

Although Song Pingqing couldn't help her with the work, since he came to visit the set, he could at least prevent Murong Xue from seeing a messy room as soon as she opened her eyes.

At 6:15 in the morning, the alarm set by Murong Xue rang.

I only slept for less than five hours, which is far from the amount of sleep a teenager should have at night.

It’s a pity that the one who can stay in bed is the eldest daughter of the Murong family, not Director Xue of the Wanmu Group.

In her mind, Murong Xue imitated Song Pingqing's tone and cursed everyone who had offended her in the past few days. Only then did she make up her mind to get up.

Reaching out to turn off the alarm clock, Murong Xue turned around and was about to call Song Pingqing to get up and have morning tea in the office, but she saw Song Pingqing reaching out to pull the quilt over his head and continue sleeping.

...So envious.

Murong Xue's expression was not that happy, her eyes seemed to be saying: Why am I not the one lying in bed at this moment?

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When the cold water from washing splashed on her face, Murong Xue finally woke up completely. She walked back to the bed and changed into neat clothes under the dim light. She turned around and took another look at the big person under the quilt whose breathing was steady and slightly rising.

Murong Xue forced herself to comfort herself: It's nice to have someone to sleep in with. Although I'm up, my soul is still asleep in the quilt.

While thinking this, Murong Xue buttoned up her clothes and walked out of the chairman's lounge.

Humph, some people say they are here to visit the set, but actually they are here to catch up on some sleep.

Just make up for the sleep, it’s better than having someone chattering around me like yesterday and making it impossible for me to work.

Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and eating the breakfast at just the right temperature, Murong Xue rinsed her mouth again, and when she sat down again, she was already fully into working mode.

When Song Pingqing woke up, their personal bodyguards had gone crazy.

Song Pingqing, who had just woken up, changed into a bright purple lazy-style casual T-shirt and a pair of jeans with holes and various chain accessories, stretched and yawned as he left the lounge.

As soon as I came out, I heard a commotion outside. Murong Xue's office door was open, but she was still sitting in the chair, still looking like she was handling her work calmly.

Seeing Murongxue so calm, Song Pingqing thought it was no big deal. He yawned again, walked to the sofa and sat down before asking, "It's so noisy outside, why didn't your secretaries close the door?"

Murong Xue didn't even raise her eyelids, and said in a calm tone: "The police are here."

"What are you doing here?"

"Yesterday, Wu Haoxin was found to have poisoned the water dispenser." This time, Murong Xue raised her eyelids. "That kind of poison, so we called the police."

"F*ck!" This was the first time that Song Pingqing cursed so loudly regardless of the occasion:

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Murong Xue felt that Song Pingqing was being silly when he said this: "Why did I wake you up? To eat melons? You dare to eat any melon."

She didn't see what happened, and there were plenty of bodyguards and employees outside who could report the situation. Could she really let Song Pingqing run to the front to do the work?

This must be because he has been training in the Sanda team for too long and has become stupid.

"What are you eating?" Seeing Murongxue's teasing eyes, Song Pingqing felt that his original intention was misunderstood, "I'll get up and accompany you."

"Do you need to accompany me for such a small matter?" Murong Xue chuckled: "Am I such a fragile person?"

Without waiting for Song Pingqing to refute, Murong Xue changed the subject: "Okay, it's almost eleven o'clock, you should quickly think about what delicious food to order for lunch today."

Murong Xue didn't look like she had just experienced a storm. There was even a hint of anticipation for the food in her tone.

She now really hoped that Song Pingqing could order some extra delicious food to heal her soul again.

"......Sure enough, you kept me just to be your little assistant." Song Pingqing said with resentment in his tone.

"The assistant who slept until eleven in my lounge?" Murong Xue joked, "Then this assistant is really derelict in his duty."

Well, if she said so, Song Pingqing really couldn't refute it.

So Song Pingqing stopped talking and started thinking about what to eat for lunch.

But before I could figure out the reason, Old Lady Song called.

"Baby, grandma will make sweet and sour pork, three fresh vegetables, and stewed pork ribs with sauerkraut for you two at noon today. Remember to ask someone to come back for them!" Old Mrs. Song's voice came from the other end of the phone, full of energy.

As expected, the old lady could not sit still. As soon as Song Pingqing ordered a dish, the old lady immediately found something she could do at home.

Upon hearing the names of these three dishes, Song Pingqing's stomach growled uncontrollably. He looked towards Murong Xue and told her the names of the three dishes that Old Lady Song had mentioned.

As soon as Murong Xue heard Song Pingqing's tone, she knew that she wanted to eat, so she nodded.

He still has the nerve to joke that he is here to be an assistant, or just to change the environment and eat.

Murong Xue was complaining in her heart, with the corners of her mouth rising.

Seeing her reaction, Song Pingqing thought she was very satisfied with the three dishes, so he said, "Don't worry, our grandmother's cooking skills are impeccable."

Murongxue looked at the document that Song Pingqing hadn't read a few lines since he got up, and sighed: "Pingqing, you should go to the lounge to do your homework. I have to work hard for a while."

Song Pingqing was very embarrassed.

Last time, she thought Murong Xue was too noisy by asking questions beside the frying pan, but this time, Murong Xue thought she was talking nonsense in the office and affecting her work.

Life is indeed a huge cycle.