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

"There are also Wu Qiming and Shen Ci." Murong Xue pretended to be innocent, "Wen Zhuo admires you so much and always calls you 'big brother', you can't not take him with you, right?"

Song Pingqing gritted his teeth in his heart: There’s no way Wen Zhuo worships me, he’s just a sweet-talking green tea boy, okay?

Murong Xue is lying with her eyes open!

Seeing Song Pingqing's slightly distorted expression, Murong Xue had already guessed what she was thinking, but she continued to speak with an innocent look:

"Are you going to abandon the rest of our friends?"

Murong Xue didn't want to share the food made by Song Pingqing with others.

But more than sharing food, she couldn't accept that Song Pingqing's attention was taken away by his teammates.

When possessiveness was running rampant, Murong Xue found the former easier to accept than the latter.

At least she was sure that Song Pingqing had absolutely no interest in Shen Ci and Wu Qiming.

Murong Xue's innocent look almost made Song Pingqing laugh.

Song Pingqing thought to himself: Haha, others may not know you, but don’t I know you?

This guy definitely did it on purpose.

Song Pingqing was not the kind of person who would keep things to himself, so he asked directly, "Did I offend you in some way?"

As soon as Song Pingqing asked this question, Murong Xue turned around and walked into the study.

"No, I really just want to eat these things."

Song Pingqing walked in with milk tea and two snacks, only to see a mountain of documents piled up on Murong Xue's desk.

You're still a kid, why do you have so much work to do?

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing immediately softened her heart. She spread out the things on the tray in her hand on the small table that looked a little emptier, and sighed helplessly:

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

She only needs to work like this in the kitchen for two days occasionally, but these documents are a daily routine for the young lady!

Song Pingqing finally compromised.

Looking at Song Pingqing's soft-hearted and helpless expression, Murong Xue's tail in her heart was almost raised to the sky.

Oh, it was worth it that she laid out all the documents before opening the door.

Just Song Pingqing, you're the one who can control me!

Murong Xue walked to her seat and was about to sit down when she saw Song Pingqing still standing there, wondering:

"Why don't you get ready?"

"There's a lot of smoke in the kitchen." Song Pingqing said this without any reason.

Murong Xue said "Hmm?" to express her confusion.

The next second, Song Pingqing strode towards her and gave her a big bear hug.

Murong Xue buried her face in the crook of her neck and smelled the faint scent of perfume and shower gel on her body, as well as the sweet scent of cherry blossoms that came from making cherry blossom desserts.

The little face turned red instantly.

But he was reluctant to move, and just said in a muffled voice: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just thought you were too tired from work lately and needed a hug."

Song Pingqing obviously remembered what happened before Murong Xue left early, and decided to give her the hug back.

Song Pingqing patted Murongxue's back gently, like coaxing a child: "Pay more attention to rest, okay?"

Realizing that Song Pingqing's method of coaxing her was no different from coaxing a child, Murong Xue complained, "I'm not a child anymore."

"Not even seventeen yet."

"It's only two months away from turning seventeen." Less than two months.

"Well, she's still a minor." Song Pingqing continued to pat her gently, "Children should act like children."

Just when Murong Xue thought she had Song Pingqing under control, she discovered that Song Pingqing actually still treated her as a child.

Oh... this damn secret love...

Murong Xue didn't know how to cook and obviously underestimated the workload of reporting such a long list of dishes.

I thought I would be able to eat it the next day, but I ended up having to wait a week.

It is normal for the taste of the grilled fish hotpot to vary. The fried chicken racks and fried skewers are things that have been made several times before.

What was really embarrassing was the last item Murong Xue ordered - oden.

Song Pingqing went to all the major Chinese supermarkets but still couldn't buy all the ingredients.

He called Zhao Lei early in the morning who was staying in China late at night and asked him to ask for the recipe of the soup base.

I cook a pot of rice and give it to the cook before going out in the morning, and I cook another pot of rice and give it to another cook before going to bed at night.

It took five consecutive days of experimentation to successfully replicate the work.

On the third day, when the sixth pot of soup was being cooked, the cook hadn't said he couldn't take it anymore, but Murong Xue couldn't take it anymore: "Why don't we just not make this one?"

Getting up early and going to bed late every day, even a hardened gangster wouldn't be able to stand it, right?

"No!" Song Pingqing's eyes were red from all the cooking, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke, "I don't believe I can't make this soup!"

"The soup is not as important as you." Murong Xue already felt a little regretful.

Her original idea was to keep Song Pingqing busy for two or three days so that he would focus his attention back on her.

Unexpectedly, Song Pingqing's attention was attracted by the oden soup again.

In recent days, when she went to Song Pingqing's room, she couldn't find Song Pingqing. When she asked, she found out that he was making soup in the kitchen.

What a touching and helpless intention!

"I'm at odds with this pot of soup, and no one can stop me." Song Pingqing was already angry. "Don't worry about it, just wait and eat it!"

Who can eat this?

I've put myself into this state just for a pot of soup.

Murong Xue tried to persuade him a few more times, but found that it was of no use.

Song Pingqing was checking the amount of materials one by one, and said without raising his head: "You go back to sleep first, I will go to bed soon."

Murong Xue turned around and left without any reluctance.

Break the stone!

She was in such a slumber, curled up in her bed, pulling at the blanket and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I told you not to talk too much! I told you not to talk too much! Did the pillow become a cook? !

Because of this anger, Murong Xue tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night. When she appeared in the restaurant the next day, she even had dark circles under her eyes.

But the person who made her angry had no idea at all and was even startled when he saw her.

"What happened?" Song Pingqing stared at her with eyes wide open. "I was the one who made the soup, how come you are the one who can't sleep?"

Murong Xue threw out a dart, but she didn't expect it to spin. After flying for a few days, it flew back and hit herself.

But the eldest lady's on-the-spot reaction was excellent in front of her secret admirer.

He immediately revealed a bit of vulnerability and whispered, "I had a nightmare."

Why two points?

Because for Murong Xue, any more would be too artificial and would easily be exposed by Song Pingqing.

Sure enough, just these two points of vulnerability were enough to make Song Pingqing frown: "Why are you having a nightmare again?"

Wasn't it already fine before?

"It seems that I haven't exercised enough recently."

As soon as Song Pingqing said this, Murong Xue's fragile expression froze on her face.

"From now on, get up twenty minutes earlier every day and exercise with me."

Murong Xue: Broken stone!!!!!