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

Those two guys packed their bags and left.

Song Pingqing shook his head and sighed helplessly.

She is like the Concubine Su beside the emperor, whose outstanding business ability as a follower triggered the hidden plot of "the boss asks you to work overtime".

Well, actually Song Pingqing also wanted to hurry back to China, after all, she also had her business to take care of.

According to Chen Pu, the sanitary napkin factory has been acquired and renovated, all approval procedures have been completed, production materials and machinery have all been delivered, and it will be officially put into production this month.

She still wanted to go and see it in person to check it out.

However, since Murong Xue has a request, there are naturally other solutions to this problem.

"Are there any female bodyguards in your family's security company?"

"...Yes." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing with deep eyes, "Do you have any special needs?"

Since Marry Su, Murong Xue's vigilance has been raised to the extreme, and any extraordinary demands from Song Pingqing will make Murong Xue wary.

"Yes." Song Pingqing did not see the deep meaning in Murongxue's eyes, "I want a female bodyguard to help me check the situation of the sanitary napkin factory."

When Murong Xue heard that Song Pingqing did not plan to let Zhao Lei go, she already understood Song Pingqing's intentions.

only...

"Although you can, don't you think this kind of work is more suitable for private detectives?"

Song Pingqing was silent for a moment: "Ah..."

I haven't heard of this word since I came to this world. Song Pingqing always sends bodyguards to find what he wants.

Zhao Lei: I can solve the problem, no need to find a private detective!

"Is that okay?" Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "Are there any ladies? I would prefer that this matter be investigated by a lady."

"Okay." Murong Xue nodded, "I'll have someone give you the contact information there."

After attending the baking training camp, Song Pingqing no longer felt comfortable wearing perfume, and lost the elegant and refreshing woody scent, but gained the sweet and delicious buttery aroma.

This fragrance attracted Murong Xue to go into her room more frequently.

The summer in Bolton is humid but not hot. The dehumidifier is on in the house, but Murong Xue still brings in a gust of damp every time she comes in from the balcony.

"You smell good."

Like a cat, it just came straight over to me.

Song Pingqing was so tired during class that he fell into a semi-comatose state as soon as he touched the pillow. He slept so soundly that he was unaware of Murong Xue's closeness.

Even without counting lunch breaks, the baking training camp has classes for twelve hours a day. Such high-intensity courses usually require accommodation nearby.

But Murong Xue refused.

"If you go live over there, I still won't feel at home when I return home."

Song Pingqing felt a headache.

The truth is that the four words "taste of home" did not leave a good impression in her mind.

In order to prevent Murong Xue from looking for the taste of home from those "men with ulterior motives" in the future, Song Pingqing compromised.

"I think so too." Song Pingqing echoed Murong Xue's words, "How can living outside be as comfortable as living at home?"

He gets up at six in the morning and goes out at 6:20 every morning. He finishes class at nine-thirty in the evening and gets home at ten-thirty. He commutes for two hours a day, but Murong Xue also wants to fully feel the warmth of home.

The quality of the sleep I got on the road was really poor.

Song Pingqing was exhausted from studying in classes during the day and slept soundly at night, so he had no energy to worry about Murong Xue's increasingly clingy behavior recently.

I just thought that everyone else was on vacation and Murong Xue was the only one still working, so I felt resentful and needed more hugs.

Song Pingqing: Our eldest daughter is a child with relatively high emotional needs.

After Murong Xue had been snuggling in Song Pingqing's arms for three consecutive days, Song Pingqing started to bring food when he came back at night.

Sometimes it’s tiramisu, sometimes it’s eclairs, it all depends on what she makes most successfully that day.

"Not bad." Murong Xue always has the habit of giving positive feedback immediately after taking a bite.

Of course, the taste is not as good as the chef's homemade food she usually eats, but this is made by the person she has a crush on, and it has a pink and sweet buff.

Murongxue's comments were also somewhat subjective: "Learn more and you will be a future pastry master."

"Are you feeling sweet after eating some snacks? You are so good at talking." Song Pingqing smiled dotingly, and it was obvious that he was into this.

Come on, who doesn't like praise?

Murong Xue's targeted praise successfully dispelled Song Pingqing's fatigue.

She likes to cook and also likes to make delicious food for her friends.

But once people turn their hobbies into high-intensity learning, it is difficult to maintain sustained passion.

It’s so fucking tiring. Why is it so difficult to activate a new skill?

Fortunately, Murong Xue gave her plenty of positive feedback when she brought back the snacks.

But sometimes I can’t bring it back.

Looking at Song Pingqing with empty hands, Murong Xue was visibly disappointed: "Is there nothing delicious today?"

Song Pingqing was embarrassed: "I failed miserably today. I'm sorry to bring it back."

"It's okay." Murong Xue lowered her eyes, as if she didn't mind, but there was some unignorable grievance in her expression.

Murong Xue's tone was very gentle: "It's inevitable that people make mistakes. In fact, eating midnight snacks every day is not good for your health."

When Song Pingqing saw this scene, only one sentence came to his mind: I am guilty. How could I disappoint the expectations of a child who loves to eat?

If President Murong Ba were here, he might be calmer.

Murong Bazong: I have never seen such a delicate and artificial person! He is really good at acting.

Mr. Murong: How could my wife and I give birth to a daughter like this?

Of course, birds of a feather flock together. Murong Xue learned these skills from Green Tea.

At some point, Murong Xue discovered that she could always get more surprises by using Wen Zhuo's methods to deal with Song Pingqing.

The tsundere and green tea attributes are used alternately to achieve better results, and Song Pingqing's attitude is fully grasped.

In order not to disappoint Murong Xue's expectations for delicious food, Song Pingqing once again reduced the frequency of socializing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I even stopped catching up on sleep on the way back and forth, and started reviewing my notes and studying what I had done wrong.

Seeing how Song Pingqing was concentrating on learning a few of her words, Murong Xue discovered the true meaning of controlling Song Pingqing.

It turns out that all you have to do is enroll her in an extracurricular class!

"The cheesecake you brought back today is very good." Murong Xue praised earnestly, "Do you have any more tomorrow?"

Song Pingqing was still immersed in his studies. After a moment's delay, he said, "Oh, not tomorrow. We don't have this in our course tomorrow."

Murongxue thought Song Pingqing was very interesting: "When will it be available?"

Finally, it was her turn to interrupt Song Pingqing when he was busy taking off.