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

President Murong Ba sat alone in the spacious and bright room with his eyes closed, looking motionless like a statue.

The clothes on his body were a little wrinkled, the same clothes he was wearing when he was first captured.

He has been out of contact with the outside world for five days. Secretary Li is not around and has disappeared. It can be said that he has no idea what has happened.

President Murong Ba secretly hopes that Secretary Li can escape, which will be good for everyone.

President Murong himself might be safe and sound without anyone humiliating him because of his special status, but Secretary Li...ah.

Even if he returned safely with President Murong Ba, he would still be transferred away from his close-range position.

After all, no one knows whether he can't withstand the mental pressure and be "infiltrated".

People who sit in their position are always lonely because people come and go around them.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon. According to history books, hundreds of years ago, all kinds of people were "forced" to stay abroad for various unexplainable reasons.

Some people do it because of knowledge, while others do it because of interests.

Mr. Murong Ba knew that he was the latter, and he could probably guess that the situation outside must be bad.

The only good news is that until now there has been no so-called law enforcement or judicial department of the United States.

President Murong Ba had already guessed in his mind that his "detention" must have been a temporary decision made under a very sudden emergency situation, so the United States had not had time to put a hat on him that was difficult to take off.

In this case, there is a possibility that President Murong Ba will be rescued by his own people and return home secretly in the short term.

If the judicial authorities intervene, it will be a big deal. Unless Wanmu Business completely loses its value, he will probably be trapped abroad for several years.

President Murong Ba stood up and poured himself a glass of water.

Thinking of his young daughter and his old father in poor health, he couldn't help feeling anxious, but he couldn't show it.

After all, there are surveillance cameras everywhere in this room.

After being forced to relax and have time to miss his family, President Murong Ba suddenly regretted it.

If this is the last time they will see each other, when his daughter thinks of him in the future, will she put the title of "excellent entrepreneur" first or the title of "good father" first?

Will she be like me, and after having her own child, still feel sad often because of the apology for not having the opportunity when she was young?

Xueer...what is she doing now?

Compared to her old father who finally had time to be pretentious in his heart, Murong Xue was so happy at this moment.

Song Pingqing came, and not only came, he also brought three things to relieve stress: hot pot, milk tea and cute pets.

Even though the hot pot was packed in an insulated box, the milk tea was not iced and even had less sugar, and the cute pet was a big black ball, none of it could conceal Murong Xue's inner joy at this moment.

So happy.

Murong Xue took out twenty minutes from her busy schedule to enjoy this delicious meal. She put a handful of dried beans into her mouth and squinted her eyes with happiness.

Coal Ball felt a little resentful: Oh my god, if you eat a piece of meat, I can still eat some bones with you, but you, on the other hand, just come up and eat a string bean first.

Song Pingqing didn't have time to eat herself. She took some fruits and made a fruit plate for Murong Xue in the chairman's lounge.

He looks so diligent and responsible, just like a little assistant.

"You should come and eat too. It's boring for me to eat alone." Murong Xue called her.

"Here we are." Song Pingqing put the washed fruit on the table. "How is the clay pot chicken you packed? Is it delicious?"

"At this point, it's not just delicious anymore." Murong Xue picked up another piece of tofu while watching Meiqiu's resentful eyes.

Song Pingqing looked at the cute look of the kid whose nose accidentally touched the sauce, and smiled inwardly. He took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Is it to heal the soul?"

A classic saying is: There is nothing that can't be solved by a hotpot meal, if there is, then have two meals.

"Yes." Murong Xue had no idea where she had rubbed herself against, and she leaned forward, "Where is it dirty? Help me wipe it."

The next second, Song Pingqing took a tissue and wiped her nose.

Murong Xue was shocked and immediately hid back, saying in a dissatisfied tone: "Are you kidding me?"

She? The eldest daughter of the Murong family! Now the acting chairman of Wanmu Commercial! Can she eat right up to her nose? ? ?

"Am I that kind of person? Really." Song Pingqing smiled helplessly and unfolded the tissue to show her the sauce wiped off. "Don't move. There's more."

Murong Xue then sat down obediently and let Song Pingqing help her wipe it off.

Coal Ball, who was squatting next to him waiting for bones to eat, tilted his head.

Little dog, big questions.

But the eldest lady was obviously dissatisfied with such a passive situation, and simply changed the subject: "The first two batches of supplies have been sent out. The first batch of supplies arrived the day before yesterday, and the second batch of supplies is expected to arrive tomorrow."

"Yeah." After Song Pingqing confirmed that it was clean, he threw the tissue into the trash can. "Didn't you say that we shouldn't talk about work while eating? How come you learned bad habits from Wen Zhuo?"

"It's a different time now." Murong Xue finally picked up a piece of meat and ate it, and Meiqiu immediately made a puppy-like gesture of worship.

Unfortunately, this piece of chicken breast has no bones.

Song Pingqing finally saw through Meiqiu's intention and flicked his head on him: "Puppies can't eat chicken bones! They will get stuck!"

The coal briquettes wilted instantly.

Song Pingqing added: "I'll give you something else when I get back."

The briquettes were ready instantly.

"Tsk." Murong Xue said with some dissatisfaction, "Just spoil it."

Song Pingqing exclaimed in his heart: Why does this scene look so familiar, as if your father said the same thing before.

They are indeed from the same family!

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows and replied: "That's right. After all, Meiqiu is now the only good kid in the Murong family who eats well at home. Of course, he needs some special rewards."

There was some subtle ambiguity in Song Pingqing's words, but unfortunately Murong Xue's mind was still on work at this moment, and she didn't think there was anything wrong at first.

It was not until she took another bite of the food that she realized Song Pingqing's subtext.

The eldest lady's tone was quite sinister: "Song Pingqing? What are you comparing yourself with me?"

Even Song Pingqing's full name was called out.

If it were any other employee, seeing the boss like this, he would probably immediately admit that he had said something wrong.

However, Song Pingqing just smiled and picked up the milk tea next to him, inserted the straw and handed it to Murong Xue:

"Oh my, don't be so angry in this weather. Come on, have some milk tea to cool down."

Murong Xue stood up and walked to Song Pingqing, stretched out her hands and pinched Song Pingqing's cheeks, gnashing her teeth and saying, "Don't try to change the subject with milk tea."

Song Pingqing was not afraid at all. He put the straw of milk tea to his mouth and challenged vaguely: "Oh? You mean you don't want to drink it?"

This person is so annoying! This person is so annoying!

Murong Xue immediately let go of Song Pingqing's cheek, snatched the milk tea, and said viciously: "Drink!"

After taking it away, he still didn't forget to take revenge: "I'd rather feed it to you than give it to you!"

It’s the same as saying that Song Pingqing can drink dairy products.

Song Pingqing looked at Murong·Zha Mao·Eating Hot Pot·Drinking Milk Tea·Xue in front of him with a smile.

I finally felt that she was not so depressed anymore.

Still a kid.