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

The curtains in this room are not the type that completely block out light. Even when they are closed, some sunlight can still filter into the room, adding a bit of warmth to this rare afternoon when there are no exams, papers to do, or work to do.

Song Pingqing had his fate strangled, but he was still concerned about whether Murong Xue's quilt was covered properly.

Despite the blessing of the warm jade, Song Pingqing was still worried that she would catch a cold.

After reaching out to pull it away, Song Pingqing sighed resignedly.

He transformed himself into Song·Niuniu·Ping·Zhengdou·Qing again and covered her with the quilt.

The result was that Murong Xue felt dissatisfied because she was suddenly covered with a quilt. She groaned twice and tightened her hand that was holding the wolf's tail a little more.

Song Pingqing: ...I seem to be the kind of pillow that is very comfortable to sleep with.

For Song Pingqing, who had been secretly excited for several days, the atmosphere in the room at this moment was indeed hypnotic.

In case Gu Zongnan couldn't find anyone after arriving, she set an alarm for three hours before she was willing to go to sleep with Murong Xue.

When Song Pingqing was awakened by the alarm clock, Murong Xue was still asleep, but the hand that was resting on her hair had already loosened.

Rubbing his stiff neck, Song Pingqing got up and went to wash up first.

When I came out after washing up, Murong Xue had already sat up from the bed.

His hair was a little disheveled and he seemed a little dazed. He sat there in a daze, but his expression was serious.

so fun.

Song Pingqing leaned against the door of the bathroom, a smile unconsciously appearing on the corners of his mouth.

There is a sense of contrast that the heart is full of "domineering president" drama.

"Are you awake?" Song Pingqing asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

"Not awake, not hungry." Murong Xue's answer was brief and to the point, and then she muttered to herself, "Why did I agree to let Gu Zongnian come over?"

If Gu Zongnan hadn't come, she could continue sleeping.

"Because you feel you need more adult social interaction?" Song Pingqing's tone was still gentle, with an unconcealable smile.

Murong Xue heard it, narrowed her eyes and looked over, and said in a slightly fierce tone: "Are you laughing at me?"

Unfortunately, with her current appearance, it really has no killing power.

"No, I just think you're cute."

This time, Song Pingqing really couldn't hold back his laughter. He walked up to Murong Xue, stretched out his hand to help her smooth her hair, and tied it up with the rubber band on his wrist.

Using her five fingers as a comb, Song Pingqing's hair-tying gestures were gentle and skillful, and she soon turned the waist-length long waves into cute little balls.

"Okay, go wash up." Song Pingqing stood up and glanced at the time on his phone, urging, "We didn't eat at noon, let's go to the restaurant early."

After not hearing Murong Xue getting up for a while, Song Pingqing looked up again and noticed that her cheeks and ears had turned red.

Song Pingqing's expression showed a little more shock and astonishment: "Why are your face and ears so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

What is it like for children to study in the beautiful country?

"No." Murong Xue came to her senses when she heard Song Pingqing's first question, and said in a slightly hurried tone, "I'm just sleepy."

"Really?" Song Pingqing was somewhat unconvinced, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm really sleepy." Murong Xue glanced at her, her tone a little more willful and dissatisfied, "You're blocking my way to get up."

Song Pingqing sat down at the table on the other side with his cell phone.

While Murong Xue was washing up, she quickly wrote a few questions.

Well, such breaks are also suitable for doing some homework, otherwise how can I finish those twenty-plus papers?

Gu Zongnian arrived more than half an hour earlier than the time he said.

I saw two desserts and coffee on the table, as well as a pile of test papers.

Gu Zongnian was stunned: "Are you crazy? You took over the yard I reserved just to change a place to continue doing the test paper?"

"Hi~" Song Pingqing looked up, pointed across, and said lazily, "Would you like a roll as an appetizer?"

"No, I feel like vomiting when I see the test paper now. Don't show me this kind of thing."

Although Gu Zongnian said this, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a large stack of papers: "Didn't expect that? I brought it myself."

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue fell silent: As expected, all high school seniors are the same.

The sun sets very early now. After Gu Zongnan arrived, the three of them sat together and wrote the paper for more than half an hour. They finally started to eat dinner until the afterglow of the sunset outside disappeared.

"This way of eating should be recommended to Xiao Ming." Gu Zongnian picked up a roast goose with chopsticks, "Using rolls as a starter can really significantly reduce people's appetite."

"With his appetite, it's impossible."

Murong Xue's answer was brief. She just looked at Gu Zongnian who was sitting opposite her. Her mind could not help but drift towards work. In the end, she couldn't help but ask:

"Have Xingyao's year-end summary and New Year's plan come out?"

Song Pingqing coughed and turned his head to look at Murong Xue: "It is forbidden to discuss work during meals."

"So... discuss the test paper?"

Work and college entrance examination have become the central topics of their lives in the past six months.

"I didn't do the same test paper as you two." Gu Zongnian said in a slightly cold tone, "On the first day of the new year, can we talk about something happy?"

Murong Xue was silent for a while: "Did Xingyao's financial report look good last year?"

Don't say it, really don't say it.

If we have to find some happy topics, Xingyao’s profits are definitely the happiest thing in the past few months.

Song Pingqing turned his head and looked at Murong Xue again.

Murong Xue immediately fell silent: "Okay, let's not talk about work."

Gu Zongnan: I always feel like I have become a part of your Play.

Gu Zongnan left after dinner, and the reason he gave was that instead of staying to continue writing the paper, it would be better to go back to the office to work overtime.

After he left, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had their own independent space to do other things.

In the small courtyard where the two live, there is an oval hot spring pool of more than ten square meters.

Murong Xue went in first, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, she didn't see Song Pingqing coming.

"Pingqing?" Murong Xue raised her voice a little, "Why don't you come over?"

"Right away!" Song Pingqing's voice came from inside the house.

Murong Xue waited for a while before the man finally came over.

She was also holding a wooden tray with a pink wine jug and two white porcelain wine glasses on it.

You can float directly on the hot spring pool, which looks quite artistic in the courtyard with only a few dim lights.

Oh my god! She wants to drink in the hot spring with me!

Murong Xue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She could even smell a hint of rose scent, and she felt a little dizzy.

The young lady tried hard to suppress her inner excitement, tried hard to ignore her cheeks and ears which seemed to be red again, and leaned against the wall of the hot spring pool, pretending to be calm:

"What is this?"