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

"Young people are always passionate. I can let her impulse go this time."

Zheng Yuan's eyes were deep: "But you know, the green light will only turn on when there is enough value."

Song Pingqing was a little annoyed and bluntly exposed Zheng Yuan's intention: "What do you need me to do?"

"We can give you full freedom in the country, but you can no longer go abroad."

Zheng Yuan looked into Song Pingqing's eyes, and his whole body exuded a seriousness that did not allow Song Pingqing to refute.

Song Pingqing calmed down instantly: ...You've been waiting for me here for so long???

Isn't it just to make her agree to this without any objection after saying this sentence after sentence?

In negotiation, once the most important point is touched, people will instantly lose the ability to fight back.

After Song Pingqing agreed, Zheng Yuan finally nodded: “Your good friend is waiting for you next door.”

Song Pingqing didn't expect that Murong Xue was in the next meeting room, so he ran out.

Oh no, actually it’s not just Murong Xue, her dear father Murong Ba is also here.

However, at this time, Song Pingqing's attention was completely attracted by Murong Xue, and he didn't care about the person next to him at all.

The last time I saw Murong Xue like this was when President Murong Ba was stranded abroad due to an accident.

With just one glance, Song Pingqing could guess how anxious Murong Xue had been these days.

Murong Xue obviously hadn't slept well for several days.

Although she was still dressed appropriately, her slightly curly hair was still as neatly and gracefully groomed as before.

But when Song Pingqing met her eyes, he could still see those eyes that were like gems before, but now they were filled with many red bloodshot.

In just a few days, I seem to have lost a lot of weight.

Just sitting at the door of the conference room, waiting anxiously.

Seeing Murong Xue like this, and thinking of all the hard work Murong Xue had done behind the scenes these days, Song Pingqing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Two lives, a hundred years.

For the first time, Song Pingqing truly felt an emotion so warm that she felt like she was being burned: It turns out that there are people in this world who are willing to risk their lives for her at all costs.

This is completely different from the choice Xiuxiu made after her death in her previous life.

At this moment, Murong Xue is truly living in this world. She has a wealthy family, has received a good education, and has experienced the myriad landscapes of this world.

Murong Xue said nothing, but just stood there quietly looking at Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing only felt that he was enveloped by a strange warmth from head to toe.

It is so ethereal that people can't help but be intoxicated by it.

It was a feeling Song Pingqing had never experienced before, and many images flashed through her mind at that moment.

The life of an ordinary person is not a script. There is no audience, nor are there supporting characters who always center themselves.

Song Pingqing's previous life was uneventful. He had never met anyone who amazed him in his youth, nor had he shown a desire for love at a childish age when everything was a drama, nor was he willing to compromise when he was forced to go on a blind date.

But when the night is quiet and everything is still, who hasn't fantasized about a perfect lover falling from the sky?

A hundred years, two lives.

Looking at Murong Xue in front of him, Song Pingqing suddenly smiled.

Even though she has been taught to remain calm, think twice before doing anything, analyze the pros and cons, and calculate gains and losses for more than a decade, Murong Xue still has the kind of passion and sincerity that only young people can spare no expense.

That is a warm emotion that only young people have, coming from the depths of a pure soul.

Without waiting for Murong Xue to react whether what she saw was real, Song Pingqing took a few steps forward and pressed Murong Xue into his arms.

It’s great that she is at her brightest age.

It’s great that she has returned to her most glorious days.

Everything is still in time.

"I'm back." Song Pingqing patted Murong Xue's shoulder gently.

Murong Xue didn't say anything, but responded to Song Pingqing with a hug with all her strength.

No matter how the world understands their relationship, at least at this moment, no one can stop the two souls from embracing each other.

Song Pingqing gently patted Murongxue's back and repeated over and over again: "It's okay, it's okay."

President Murong Ba stood not far away and watched, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

It seemed that life was back to normal.

Except for the fact that Murong Xue started to cling to Song Pingqing and refused to let go.

And Song Pingqing seemed to indulge her even more, but there seemed to be some inexplicable emotions in this doting.

Except for the request of "drinking two large cups of pearl milk tea a day" which was not good for Murong Xue's health, she agreed to all the requests that could be agreed to.

Song Pingqing, who was brushing his teeth, felt the warmth and softness pressing against his back. He said in a vague and difficult voice: "You are going to strangle me to death..."

Murong Xue then reluctantly relaxed a little.

"Your transfer to Baihua College has been completed." Murong Xue's tone was filled with a strong sense of loss, "We won't be able to be together for a while."

"So what? I won't run away." Song Pingqing picked up the cup and rinsed his mouth. "I'll wait for you here. I won't go anywhere."

Murong Xue was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "You can't run away now."

What kind of black humor is this.

Song Pingqing reached out and pinched Murong Xue's cheek: "Hey, hey, hey..."

"There is water on your hands, it's so cold." Murong Xue showed disgust on her face.

Song Pingqing quickly took a towel and wiped her cheek clean: "Are you done?"

So soft, so tender and feels really good.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but pinched her twice more, then withdrew his hand when seeing Murong Xue's subtle look that indicated she wanted to "kill him".

Forget it, just be more restrained.

Song Pingqing had not yet had time to sort out his subtle feelings, nor had he ever thought about changing the relationship between the two.

For her, it was already lucky enough to stay by Murong Xue's side as a guardian.

So Song Pingqing interrupted the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere and brought the topic back to the previous one: "Yeah, I don't know if I can adapt to the study pace of the third year of high school."

Although Murong Xue was somewhat dissatisfied with her sudden retreat, as they were about to begin a short separation, she was not in a hurry to force Song Pingqing to make a decision.

"I believe you."

Murong Xue felt that her words were too empty and needed to add some points, so she added: "The eldest brother of the Shen family was ranked far lower than you in Baihua College before, but didn't he still get into a good school?"

"Yeah. You're right."

There was a knock on the bedroom door. It was the servant coming to deliver Murong Xue bedtime milk.

Song Pingqing took it and handed it to her at the door: "If you are curious about college life, I can help you explore it first."

After all, Murong Xue still has two years to graduate from high school.