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

Another half-monthly exam was over. Song Pingqing looked at his ranking returning to the top and his beautiful scores, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I'm not the last one."

She deserves it! She has even forgotten her job in order to study!

When Song Pingqing was in a good mood, he wanted to hum a song.

The expression of Gu Zongnan beside him gradually changed from astonishment to horror, and then finally fixed on a life-saving gesture.

Song Pingqing was completely unaware of this. He hummed a song and reached into his pocket, intending to show off his latest score to Murong Xue.

Gu Zongnan’s eyes began to wander around the classroom: Save me, save me, save me.

It was not until he saw people decorating the campus downstairs that Gu Zongnian suddenly said, "It's almost Double Day."

Trying to change the subject to get Song Pingqing to stop humming.

Unsuccessful.

When people are pushed into a corner, they always burst out with wisdom that they themselves could not imagine.

"Hey."

An idea suddenly flashed through Gu Zongnian's mind, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Song Pingqing: "Are they going to have winter vacation? Will they come back this year?"

Song Pingqing's fingertips paused, and the unpleasant humming sound came to an abrupt end.

Oops, I miss her.

Gu Zongnan: Thank you, I am alive.

Gu Zongnan drank a sip of hot tea with tears in his eyes.

After so many years, he had finally fought back against Song Pingqing through his intelligence after having been reduced to a lackey for so many years.

Song Pingqing held the phone, but his fingers were frozen, as if he didn't know how to ask about the news.

"What are you daydreaming about?" When Gu Zongnan brought back the new round of papers, Song Pingqing had not finished sending the message.

"Nothing." Song Pingqing put his phone back into his pocket.

Compared with Song Pingqing's entanglement, Murong Xue's attitude is obviously more straightforward like a young person.

[Arrived at 1:3 am on the st. Left at : pm on the rd. Arrange food and entertainment.]

Well, this is not the frankness of young people, this is the frankness that belongs only to young ladies.

Song Pingqing replied immediately: "When do you need me to accompany you, Dad?"

[No, he came to visit me during Christmas and then he has to go on a business trip somewhere else.]

Mr. Murong, who was forced to go on a business trip: Haha.

Song Pingqing sighed: [Dad is really busy. ]

Mr. Murong, who was forced to go on a business trip: Yes, I am busy adding bricks and tiles to your relationship.

Murong Xue, who turned the lie into reality, felt no guilt at all: [It can't be helped, I have to make money.]

Song Pingqing: [There is no such thing as making enough money. ]

Murong Xue changed the subject: [Okay, I still have things to do, I'll leave the holiday arrangements to you.]

As soon as Song Pingqing typed the two words "OK", he was called out by the head teacher who appeared to be "gentle" on the surface but was actually harboring murderous intentions.

"Student Song Pingqing, please tell me how to solve this problem."

Being called out for being distracted is indeed every student’s nightmare.

Song Pingqing: Oh no, where were we?

Fortunately, Song Pingqing has a good classmate who is listening to the class attentively.

Gu Zongnian reminded quietly: "Question 4."

People really need teammates.

There were a full four months between our separation at the end of August and our reunion at the beginning of January.

This was definitely the longest time the two had been apart since they met in childhood.

When Song Pingqing saw Murong Xue's figure appear, she almost instinctively stretched out her hand, and Murong Xue rushed towards her.

The two didn't come back, but Song Pingqing didn't have any intention of asking any questions. He took Murong Xue's hand and walked out: "Let's go, let's go play."

As for the twenty-six sets of papers in the New Year’s Day homework?

Let’s talk about it later.

"Where are we going?" Murong Xue yawned.

"I've been exhausted for four months. I finally managed to take such a long time off. Of course I need to relax and rest."

Murong Xue could only stay here for more than fifty hours, and it was difficult for her to completely adjust to the jet lag.

Song Pingqing felt a little distressed when he saw that she was obviously very tired but still trying to be energetic.

He pulled her into the car and said, "I have booked a hot spring courtyard. Let's go take a hot spring bath."

Soak in a hot spring, eat some barbecue hotpot, have a beauty SPA, and then go to the private cinema to watch a movie.

Although this arrangement is a bit cliché, it is the most suitable way for two people to relax and rest at the moment.

Of course, considering their usual standards of enjoyment, there will naturally be some more high-end ways of playing in this hot spring resort.

"I asked someone to bring Heishui and Zhenqi over as well." Song Pingqing took Murongxue into the hot spring courtyard that she had snatched from someone else. "After you have rested, we can go horse racing."

When they arrived at the reserved courtyard, Song Pingqing naturally helped Murong Xue tidy up her clothes as usual.

"Huh? There's some coal hair on the hems of your skirts."

"Meiqiu kept making trouble while I was packing the suitcase." Murongxue was taking off her formal clothes and planning to change into comfortable casual clothes. "Now she especially likes to jump into the suitcase."

Song Pingqing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of that scene: "I haven't seen coal balls for a long time."

"It's not a difficult thing. I'll have someone send it back to you." Murong Xue was applying a facial mask on her face.

"That's fine." Song Pingqing put away his clothes, walked behind her, and looked at Murong Xue in the mirror. "It happens that I live alone and it's very quiet over there."

This is a statement of fact.

But when it reached Murong Xue's ears, it was automatically translated into the four-word mantra.

"I miss you."

Or maybe another seven-word version: "I'm not used to being without you."

Murong Xue's hand "accidentally" slipped, and a little bit of the facial mask got on her wrist.

"Hey..."

Without waiting for Murongxue to say anything, Song Pingqing took out a piece of paper and carefully helped her clean it up: "Okay, it's just a small matter."

There are two more little sisters celebrating the New Year in the world, but there is also one more unlucky guy who has to work overtime because of being cut off.

At this time, Gu Duozuo Zong Unlucky Nian was sitting in the office, crying in his heart while looking at the documents in front of him with a cold face and listening to the reports of his subordinates.

why?

Why is this happening?

The more Gu Zongnan thought about it, the redder his eyes became.

He just asked about Song Pingqing's holiday plans out of curiosity, but ended up losing his own holiday plans.

It's been three years, and he hasn't had a vacation for three years.

I was just about to take a break from my busy schedule, but this is what happened.

He should be resentful.

Senior high school students + working people + people working overtime + people working overtime without overtime pay during holidays, with several layers of buffs stacked up, anyone would collapse.

When the subordinates who stayed to work overtime finished their work reports and left Gu Zongnan's office, the lonely atmosphere once again swept over Gu Zongnan.

Unable to bear it any longer, Gu Zongnian made a phone call, his tone full of resentment:

"Is the stolen hot spring courtyard comfortable to live in?"

He wants to get off work! He wants to take a vacation!