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

Murong Xue had a feeling that there was something wrong with her intuition.

If this was the size Song Pingqing asked for from the tailor who usually made their clothes, then Murong Xue should have gotten the news.

But no, it was only after she came to Xina that she knew Song Pingqing had prepared all these.

Where did this size come from?

Song Pingqing froze, remembering the origin of the size, and his smile became a little more awkward: "Ah... well, I just know it anyway."

"Hmm?" Murong Xue asked.

Song Pingqing covered his face and said, "I measured the clothes you left at the old house."

As for summer clothes, there are many slim-fitting styles. As long as you find a few slim-fitting ones and measure them, you can basically estimate Murong Xue's size.

This method is actually very simple, convenient and normal. It is just to confirm the size of Murong Xue's old clothes.

It’s just that most of their clothes are custom-made and there are no size labels on them, so you need to measure them yourself.

The scene of hands-on measurement is naturally different from the scene of looking for the size label.

It’s really hard to imagine how… uh… nymphomaniacal that scene is.

Even though Song Pingqing deliberately blurred the process and answered the question in an evasive way, such a picture obviously still emerged in Murong Xue's mind.

Her face instantly turned red, and her eyes widened in disbelief: "Song Pingqing???"

"Oh." Song Pingqing blinked and pretended nothing happened.

Murong Xue couldn't continue.

After all, we are still outside.

Murong Xue was embarrassed and angry, but she could only reach out her hands and press Song Pingqing's cheeks from both sides, then shook her head a few times: "You are so annoying."

Oh, this sentence again.

Song Pingqing smiled indulgently.

Murong Xue's insults really had no lethality at all.

In broad daylight, in public, this "intimate" behavior was of course reported to President Murong by the bodyguards again without a doubt.

President Murong Ba was sitting in the office, dog food was falling from the sky, and looking at the news reported, there was only one thought in his mind - why did Xue'er bully Song Pingqing again? ? ?

The old father was furious and started to send messages: [Is your secret love bullying? ]

Murong Xue had just taken a photo with Song Pingqing while sitting on the back of an elephant. Before she had time to appreciate the photo, she saw a text message from President Murong.

Murong Xue just felt puzzled: [How did I bully her? ! ]

[You are still pretending. The bodyguard has already told me that you were shaking Song Pingqing's head! ]

Murong Xue: ???

As expected, many things will cause problems once they are spread. The message was sent from the bodyguard to his superior, who told Assistant Wang who was beside President Murong Ba, and Assistant Wang told President Murong Ba. As a result, it became this version.

No wonder family relationships among wealthy families are always filled with all kinds of misunderstandings. The person who passed the message has to bear most of the blame.

Murong Xue frowned and replied: [You believe such an exaggerated statement? I didn't bully her at all. ]

Murong Bazong replied immediately: [The biting was fake? Is Akira Pingqing's head also fake? 】

Murong Xue felt even more wronged when she thought about the causes of these two incidents.

In which case wasn't it Song Pingqing who provoked her first?

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing came back with the photo paper and saw Murongxue frowning while holding her phone. "What problems did you encounter at work?"

"Dad said I bullied you." Murong Xue showed the dialog box between herself and Mr. Murong to Song Pingqing.

"Let me see." Song Pingqing took the phone, glanced at it, and called President Murong.

"What are you doing?" The movements were so smooth that Murong Xue was stunned.

"Of course I called to explain the situation."

When Mr. Murong Ba answered the phone, he thought Murong Xue wanted to call him to explain. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he even cleared his throat before answering the call.

He is ready to "teach his daughter how to fall in love."

As soon as the call was connected, Song Pingqing's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Dad."

President Murong Ba was choked for a moment, and the proud voice he had prepared was no longer stable: "Hmm?"

"She didn't bully me, we were fine."

President Murong was instantly petrified and almost shattered.

He suddenly felt that he should not pass on his little love skills to Murong Xue.

After all, judging from Song Pingqing's reaction, Murong Xue is more talented in this area than him.

"Is it worth calling to talk about such a small matter?" President Murong Ba said in a serious tone, "My time is very precious, do you know?"

Although he said so, President Murong Ba did not hang up the phone.

"I just want to explain to you what happened just now." Song Pingqing also said in a semi-serious tone, "You should believe your daughter."

When Mr. Murong Ba heard this, he felt his forehead throbbing: I think you have been brainwashed by her.

But President Murong Ba had to be satisfied with Song Pingqing's attitude of standing on his daughter's side without hesitation.

Mr. Murong: Pingqing has a high level of ideological awareness and knows where he should stand.

After playing in Xina for three days, they went to Xiangli to continue playing. It was not until two days before the alumni reunion that Song Pingqing and Murong Xue flew back to Jincheng with several bodyguards.

The car is naturally handed over to the logistics company. Our family does this. It is really inconvenient to send a separate car to transport the things back.

In fact, it is possible to fly directly to Vancouver, but Song Pingqing promised Murong Xue that he would drive the car she booked to attend the party, so he had to transfer in this way.

"I sent the hotel information to your phone." Wu Lide confirmed with Song Pingqing, "Part of the journey is in the old city, please pay more attention to safety when driving."

"Stay in a hotel?" Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, "Why should we stay in a hotel when we go to Wen City?"

"Oh, that house has been sold."

Murong Xue's answer left Song Pingqing confused for a moment.

Knowing that Song Pingqing also placed many gemstone tools there, Murong Xue added: "But don't worry, all the important things have been packed and sent to your old house."

Whether it was a safe for storing gems and precious metals, or a safe specifically for storing documents, they had all been delivered.

The house that carried his childhood memories was disposed of so lightly, and Song Pingqing felt an unspeakable sense of disappointment in his heart.

Although he has returned to his youth for many years, Song Pingqing still has some characteristics of an elderly person.

She always felt that the house was an important place that carried popularity and soul, and could not be separated or let go.

So even though he knew very well that the house was just a transition in a certain stage of life, Song Pingqing was unable to handle it completely rationally.

Murong Xue's attitude was indifferent, and she didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all because the large flat was disposed of: "What's there to be sad about? Can people still hold on to memories for the rest of their lives?"

“It’s good to have important people around.”