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

It must be said that Murong Xue was sitting on the single sofa so proudly, and even pointed at her lips to ask Song Pingqing to come over, which really made her look like a domineering president.

Especially since she had just cleaned up the mess for Song Pingqing, the pride in her eyes reached its peak at this moment.

Murong Xue thought that this was the moment when her sexual tension was at its peak, and her whole body exuded the aura of "Come and please me".

Song Pingqing was so amused by what he saw that even though he was very tired after driving all the way here, he still jumped up from the sofa and walked to Murong Xue.

Murong Xue immediately sat up straighter, waiting for Song Pingqing to kiss her in an elegant and reserved manner.

But it was Song Pingqing's custom to not play by the rules. He walked up to Murong Xue, bent down, held her chin with both hands, and looked at her pink lips, but he didn't rush to kiss her:

"Let me see, what's wrong with your little mouth? You're begging me to come over."

Murong Xue widened her eyes in disbelief.

Good, good, good, good.

As expected, Murong Xue was pure and innocent. Song Pingqing's behavior was really hard to guard against.

A hint of shame and annoyance appeared in Murong Xue's eyes. She reached out to twist Song Pingqing, but Song Pingqing freed one hand and easily grasped her wrist.

"Want a kiss? Hmm?"

Murong Xue's face looked even uglier.

What a nuisance.

I just helped her get rid of the hardship of driving a long distance, but she didn't even say thank you, but she actually teased her instead? ?

Murong Xue was both embarrassed and angry.

But Song Pingqing kept looking at her with a smile, as if he was sure that she would not directly express what she wanted.

After all, she was a rebellious girl who had just turned 19, and she couldn't stand being provoked like this.

"That's right! I just want a kiss. I want you to be very proactive."

Finally said it.

Somehow, Murong Xue felt her heart suddenly lighten, as if all the uneasiness and hesitation were relieved as she said this.

Murong Xue blinked and met Song Pingqing's eyes which were frank and full of smiles.

It turns out that asking for intimacy from your lover is not a very difficult thing to say.

Song Pingqing also felt the same sense of relaxation as Murong Xue.

I finally taught her to express her emotional needs directly.

Over a long period of time, Murong Xue was always looking for various excuses to make Song Pingqing satisfy her emotional needs.

I had a nightmare and was tired, so I came to your room to feel more comfortable. I drank too much and kissed Song Pingqing secretly while he was sleeping.

Except for the time when she asked for a goodnight kiss, which Song Pingqing really didn't hear, she had never seen Murong Xue play it straight when it came to her emotional needs.

This is true for her, and even more so for President Murong.

It was almost entirely up to Song Pingqing to guess where the problem was and then convey it to President Murong.

This time, she finally took the initiative to speak out.

"Be good." Song Pingqing let go of her hand, held her chin with both hands, and kissed her.

It is no longer a superficial taste, but a gentle and determined pursuit.

Song Pingqing really didn't know Mr. Murong's attitude, but he could infer something from the clues.

Murong Xue bit her in broad daylight, and the bodyguards could not fail to report such a big event.

Song Pingqing asked Murong Xue while driving, and Murong Xue clearly told her that it was a message sent by President Murong.

After receiving the news from President Murong Ba, he only contacted Murong Xue, and has not come to see her yet. Song Pingqing vaguely guessed that President Murong Ba may have already anticipated the feelings between the two of them.

Not directly blocking it means tacit consent.

If you give Song Pingqing the chance to stay with Murong Xue, don't blame her for wanting to take it a step further.

Neither of them closed their eyes.

Murong Xue's eyes were full of disbelief.

Song Pingqing's eyes were full of teasing, "You asked for this," and when he saw that Murong Xue didn't object, he became more determined to pursue her.

When she finally stopped, Murong Xue's face was flushed red, she was at a loss, and she didn't know where to look.

"Strawberry flavor." Song Pingqing joked with a smile.

In fact, the candy couldn't last that long. Song Pingqing was just teasing her deliberately.

Murong Xue stood up and started to run.

Song Pingqing grabbed her and turned around to sit on the single sofa, letting Murongxue sit in his arms: "Why are you running? There's nothing to be shy about. We are all adults."

Murong Xue struggled for a while, and Song Pingqing let go of her hand for fear of hurting her.

"I just feel awkward."

Song Pingqing really let go, but Murong Xue didn't run away, but her sitting posture was very awkward.

She felt that something was wrong with her, so she muttered, "Everything is wrong."

He looked around, but didn't dare to look at Song Pingqing.

"It's not awkward." Song Pingqing hugged her waist, "It's normal to express your needs, especially between you and me."

"But you don't really express your needs." Murong Xue continued to mutter, "You're as dull as if you practiced the ruthless way."

It’s also because Song Pingqing has lived too long and doesn’t have that many needs to seek from others.

"Wow, you already know the way of ruthlessness." Song Pingqing was shocked.

"Yeah. I read the novel you wrote."

This was indeed an answer that Song Pingqing had not imagined but expected.

"You are so busy, do you still have time to watch this kind of thing?"

"After all, it was you who wrote it, and when you wrote that book, I wasn't as busy as I am now." Murong Xue looked at her, "You haven't answered me yet. You don't really express your needs."

Song Pingqing couldn't help laughing and didn't change the subject. Instead, he said cooperatively, "Okay, I'll speak frankly from now on. We'll all speak frankly."

Murong Xue nodded and stopped talking.

This was enough of a chat. Song Pingqing patted Murongxue's back gently, then let her go: "There is also a branch of Mixue Yuecha in your city. Do you want to drink milk tea?"

"May I?"

Or maybe Song Pingqing understood Murong Xue the best, as he diverted her attention with just one sentence.

"Why not? You've been out for three days. Considering how much you've consumed these days, you can indeed have a cup of milk tea." Song Pingqing smiled, "What flavor do you want? Brown sugar pearls? Taro Bobo? Or..."

Murong Xue was immersed in the joy of being overwhelmed by the string of names reported by Song Pingqing. There were too many choices and she didn't know which one to choose.

Song Pingqing stroked her hair and said, "Or ask them to take a photo of the drink menu and send it to you, so you can take your time to choose?"

Murong Xue nodded immediately.

Then the Southwest Regional Manager of Mixue Yuecha received an order from the big boss*1.

From now on, when regional managers meet competitors, they can definitely say:

Our company’s products are good, the boss drinks them himself, do you dare?