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

Some people's kiss is a thoughtful approach followed by a light touch.

But for some people, it is extremely difficult for them to express their love to their lovers openly.

It's even more troublesome if you want to do some small actions.

Or you have to have some wine to liven up the mood, or you dare to do it only when you are drunk.

Or they may see that the other person is in a deep sleep, and then they do bad things secretly with a childish mentality of "you kissed me, so I have to kiss you back."

So when Song Pingqing saw Murong Xue appear in front of him with wine in his hand, he had only one thought in his mind.

This guy is trying to act like a hooligan again while he's drunk.

The lesson of the past was still fresh in her mind, but Song Pingqing did not intend to refuse. After all, she rarely refused Murong Xue's request, and this time would certainly be no exception.

There was absolutely no intention of taking advantage, I just wanted to make Murong Xue happy.

This bottle of champagne had obviously just been taken out of the freezer, and a thin layer of mist condensed on the bottle.

Song Pingqing stood up from the recliner, sat side by side with Murong Xue in the corridor, took the bottle of wine and poured it into the two glasses.

The aroma of apples and flowers spreads as the wine is poured.

"Huh?" Song Pingqing brought the glass to himself and sniffed it. "This champagne has a strong floral aroma."

Murong Xue carefully observed the expression on Song Pingqing's face, picked up the wine glass and pretended to be nonchalant: "Yeah."

Song Pingqing didn't rush to drink it, but sniffed it carefully again: "This aroma is somewhat familiar. It seems to taste a bit like the wine you drank when you were a guest at Patrick's house."

Murong Xue: I knew she didn’t forget.

"Smells good, doesn't it? It's specially supplied. When you told me you wanted to find that kind of wine, I asked people to look for it at various wine estates."

After all, good champagne has a fresh and rich aroma, which is indeed similar to the perfume that Murong Xue specially selected, and can help Murong Xue cover up the lie.

Song Pingqing nodded seriously, raised his glass and took a sip: "Well, it is indeed very fragrant."

I thought Murong Xue was trying to do something bad under the influence of alcohol, but I didn't expect it was a surprise specially prepared for me.

The surprise was really a surprise.

The saying that loving someone is a kind of ability is fully reflected in Murong Xue.

I am so busy, preparing for the college entrance exam, completing two years of study in one year, and also trying to squeeze in time for overseas work...

Even though he was so busy, he was still thinking about the wine that Song Pingqing mentioned.

Mr. Song was flattered, but still felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

Hey? Why am I so lost?

Seeing Song Pingqing nod in approval of the taste of the wine, Murong Xue also took the opportunity to talk about the origin of the wine:

“When I sent people to purchase the wines, I discovered that someone was deliberately hyping up the prices of these wines.”

“So I just bought a wine estate.”

Murong Xue took a sip of wine: "This is more convenient. You can bring it back anytime you want to drink it in the future."

Song Pingqing: ...The kid has made it big. The domineering CEOs of other families contracted fish ponds for the heroines, but the domineering CEO here bought a wine estate for me.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but shook her head. Sure enough, this was a consumption pattern that she would never be able to learn in her lifetime.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Murong Xue was puzzled. "Don't you like the taste?"

"I'm tasting the wine while shaking my head. The ancients shook their heads while tasting books and poems, and I shake my head while tasting wine."

Come on, you're just tasting wine, you're just a chatterbox.

Song Pingqing stopped shaking his head and looked at Murong Xue: "So does this wine taste similar to the one you drank at that time?"

Murong Xue: This is a really good question, really tricky. How can I know if it's close or not, something I just made up?

Even though she was complaining in her heart, Murong Xue still thought for a moment and commented seriously: "I don't quite remember the taste at that time, but I think this wine is not bad."

Song Pingqing nodded.

Although minors are prohibited from drinking, Song Pingqing has learned these basic knowledge in the elective food class. He especially had a deep memory of a high-quality vintage champagne that the teacher had told him about, which had been cellared for five to ten years, or even more than ten years.

It is said that because of the long aging time, these champagnes will show aromas similar to toast, nuts and honey.

Thinking of what Murong Xue had just said, Song Pingqing immediately said, "Can we find some vintage champagnes that have been stored for a long time? I want to try."

"So you're on it already?" Murong Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking back to the time when Song Pingqing flirted with her in the hotel lobby this evening. She had some bad thoughts, "Of course I can, but how are you going to repay me?"

Wow, now it’s a matter of whether I repay her or not.

Song Pingqing deliberately said: "I'll pay ten times the price!"

Murong Xue rolled her eyes: "Even if you offer a hundred times more, I won't sell it to you."

"Why is my temper so bad?" Song Pingqing thought of the plots in all kinds of domineering CEO novels and said in a heroic manner, "I can give you a number that you can't even imagine!"

"Are there any numbers in this world that I can't imagine?" Murong Xue had even thought about such numbers with special meanings in her mind.

Please note that in Murong Xue's eyes, there is no need to add any punctuation between 520 and 1314. She can even easily add two more numbers to make it.

But Song Pingqing didn't play by the rules at all. He opened his mouth with a very classic number: "Nine dollars and ninety-nine cents!"

"Song Pingqing?" Murong Xue never expected Song Pingqing to give such an unconvincing answer. Her tone was full of disbelief. "Why didn't I realize you were so shameless before?"

"I'm so ashamed." Song Pingqing raised his champagne glass and clinked it with Murongxue's. "As a businessman, who cares about shame?"

Murong Xue clinked glasses with her with one hand and held her forehead with the other hand, looking extremely helpless.

Really, with Song Pingqing acting like a joke, she couldn't pretend to be drunk even if she wanted to.

It's so easy to be broken by her teasing.

"Murong Xue?" Song Pingqing suddenly called her full name.

"What are you doing?" Murong Xue put down her hand that was supporting her forehead and looked at her.

The two of them were sitting almost side by side in the corridor. At such a close distance and under such dim and ambiguous lighting, Murong Xue could clearly see the tiny hairs on Song Pingqing's face.

So close, the distance between us is so close.

Murong Xue was distracted for a moment.

Song Pingqing leaned over and gently kissed the corner of her mouth.

It's like a dragonfly skimming the water, separating in an instant.

Murong Xue's brain buzzed.

Song Pingqing's nagging voice reached her ears: "Drinking is harmful to your health. All alcohol, no matter how much, is harmful to your health."

"Next time, just do whatever you want to do without drinking alcohol to prepare for it."

"I care more about your health than your cute appearance."