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

Wu Lide can keep his mouth shut and not say anything, but there is always another group of bodyguards who are loyal employees of President Murong.

The news inevitably reached the ears of President Murong.

This kind of thing is just flirting between the two of them.

In the eyes of President Murong, it was his own daughter who was unilaterally bullying Song Pingqing.

President Murong Ba held his forehead with his hand and said: Song Pingqing is such a gentle child.

It was so gentle that President Murong Ba couldn't even think about the problem from his perspective.

Imagine if he bit Long Aotian's neck out of anger...

President Murong Ba felt a chill and shivered.

What a horrifying scene that was.

President Murong Ba let out a long sigh: Raising a child for a hundred years means worrying about it for ninety-nine years. The ancients were right.

Murong Bazong took out his cell phone and started sending messages: [Please tone down your behavior.]

Murong Xue lying in the back seat: [???]

Murong Bazong: [It's not easy to have someone who loves you. How could you hurt her neck like this? 】

If the neck was replaced by a heart, and this sentence was put in front of Song Pingqing, Song Pingqing would be able to sing the song on the spot.

But it’s hard to say whether it’s in tune or not.

Murong Xue replied: [Don't worry about it, I have my own pace. ]

Murong Bazong: [Just mess around. ]

Song Pingqing glanced at Murong Xue from the rearview mirror in the car: "News about our father?"

"You have become a spirit, I can see it from this." Murong Xue sat up straight.

Song Pingqing's mouth corners rose: "I didn't see it, I was cheating you."

Murong Xue: ...I was careless.

But Song Pingqing was not lying without any basis. She held the steering wheel with a hint of worry in her heart.

In the past, no matter how intimate the actions were, they were always done in a hotel room or in the bedroom at home.

Now that such an intimate action has been performed out of the blue in broad daylight, it would be strange if the bodyguards did not tell President Murong Ba about it.

Song Pingqing took a deep breath.

In her opinion, some relationships are destined to have a bumpy road from the very beginning.

For such a wealthy family, if Murong Xue was just one of many heirs, there might be room for negotiation, but she is the only heir.

Song Pingqing's mood gradually cooled down amid such worries.

There is a big tiger behind the little tiger. Who knows what the big tiger’s attitude will be?

"What are you sighing about?"

"Hmm? Did I sigh?" Song Pingqing pretended to be relaxed. "How come I didn't know?"

Murong Xue originally wanted to cheat the money back, but unexpectedly, she actually got something out of it.

"Yeah, you sighed." Murong Xue lied with her eyes open, "What's wrong? Is there something you're worried about?"

"No." Song Pingqing didn't want to let his concerns affect Murong Xue's mood.

After all, they are already out, and no matter what the future holds, they can at least enjoy the happiness of the present.

Even if it is a journey of only more than half a month.

Song Pingqing changed the subject: "Once we get to Xina, we can stay there for a day or two."

Song Pingqing said in a relaxed tone: "Have a good rest."

It has to be said that Song Pingqing's skill in concealing her emotions was very superb, and even Murong Xue was almost fooled by her for a moment.

Murong Xue has always been too lazy to figure out those useless things in life, such as who has what kind of emotions because of what kind of things.

Those things have little to do with her, so why does she always stare at other people's emotions for no reason?

But since it concerns Song Pingqing, Murong Xue couldn't help but think more about it. Suddenly, she saw the message from President Murong Ba that "Pingqing is still too sensible", and Murong Xue suddenly realized.

Oh...I see.

But obviously, now is not a good time to talk about this.

Murong Xue thought about it, but didn't speak immediately.

Talking about this topic will definitely break the last layer of window paper of ambiguity between the two. Although they already know each other's attitudes, there is still a lack of a confession ceremony.

Murong Xue lay back down and muttered, "Why is this road so far?"

With a huge mountain like Murong Ba standing in the way, it's not realistic to expect Song Pingqing to confess his love.

Murong Xue began to plan the confession process in her mind.

Murong Xue was not worried that Song Pingqing would reject her by saying "my father doesn't agree". Anyway, the text message records between Murong Ba and her were in her mobile phone. When the time came, she could explain it to her by looking at the records.

We set out from Shashi at ten o'clock in the morning and arrived in your city at around seven o'clock in the evening.

It was still daylight, but night was not far away.

Song Pingqing wailed, "Next time I go on a trip, I definitely can't drive myself."

Although she likes all kinds of nice-looking cars, she really wouldn't be happy if she had to drive for several hours every day for several days in a row.

Song Pingqing's walking posture began to become a little strange.

Murong Xue felt both distressed and amused when she saw her like this.

When Song Pingqing placed the two travel plans in front of her, his eyes lingered on the self-driving tour plan for a long time.

I almost said, "Choose this one, choose this one."

Murong Xue didn't drive, and driving would allow her to spend more time alone with Song Pingqing, so she agreed.

Song Pingqing was able to persist, but he was not as good as a professional driver after all, so he was bound to feel uncomfortable after a long time.

She can endure it, but Murong Xue can't.

Who wants to see the person they love suffer all day long?

As soon as he entered the suite, Song Pingqing threw himself onto the sofa, looking like he was ready to go crazy.

Murong Xue followed her into the hotel room and then proposed a solution: "It's okay if you don't want to drive. Just transport the car back and find someone to drive the RV."

After all, riding in an RV is a better experience than driving together. Song Pingqing can relax more, and they can stay together.

Who can resist being with the person they love?

Murong Xue's eyes moved away from her firm, plump buttocks with difficulty.

This woman doesn't care about her image at all in front of her now!

It can be seen that he is really tired.

Murong Xue sat down on the sofa next to Song Pingqing: "How is it?"

"Hmm..." Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "Okay."

It’s just a pity that the pink car film she just made was ruined, but she has already taken a lot of photos, so it’s not a big problem.

"Okay. I'll make a call." Murong Xue took out her cell phone and flipped through it a few times, then stood up and walked to the balcony to contact people to do the follow-up work.

She walked towards the balcony with brisk steps and her back straight, as if she was pleased with herself for having covered for Song Pingqing again.

Five minutes later, Murong Xue came back and sat down next to Song Pingqing again: "Everything is arranged, but how do you plan to thank me?"

Song Pingqing tilted his head and looked at her: "What do you want?"

"Come."

Murong Xue looked proud and happy, and she touched her lips with her hand.