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

Song Pingqing had actually anticipated Murong Xue's nervousness at the beginning of the conversation.

Murong Xue had experience meeting opponents, meeting subordinates, and dealing with people in social situations, but she had no experience meeting unfamiliar elders.

But the current scene did not make Murong Xue feel the slightest bit embarrassed or uneasy.

Because elders like Shen Wushuang who come with good intentions will not make the younger generation they like feel uncomfortable at all.

Shen Wushuang was much more talkative than expected, and gradually began to talk about the business environment decades ago.

Although it does not have much reference value today, with the passage of time, many things can be explained, so Shen Wushuang's description is very vivid, as if those years really passed before the two of them.

Murong Xue slowly relaxed. The almost imperceptible sense of uneasiness had now disappeared. She began to ask proactively, "What happened next?"

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

As a bystander, she could naturally see clearly that Shen Wushuang had been using his superb communication skills to narrow the distance between him and Murong Xue.

The little tiger has run into the old fox again.

Fortunately, the old fox had no ill intentions at all.

They were so engrossed in the conversation that Murong Xue forgot to signal Song Pingqing to "leave immediately". Their communication became more and more in-depth, and Song Pingqing was unable to interrupt.

Seeing that the tea on the table was almost gone and the tea leaves in the teapot were no longer suitable for brewing, Song Pingqing simply got up to boil water to make tea for them.

If you go to Party A's house and beg to sign a contract, this behavior is certainly inappropriate, but in the home of elders, such behavior will only be praised as "having good judgment" at the appropriate time.

After all, there is really no third person in this situation who is suitable to do these things.

Shen Wushuang saw this and became even more satisfied with Song Pingqing.

This lover is good. This lover is better at taking care of people than President Murong.

Song Pingqing walked to the water bar. The countertop was simple and spacious. In addition to the necessary kettle, there was also a capsule coffee machine.

Song Pingqing boiled some water and walked to the faucet to wash the teapot and cups. His eyes unconsciously fell on the various bottles and jars in the wooden box next to him.

Some are tea leaves, and some are small cans with coffee capsules. The original intention was to choose what kind of tea to brew.

But his attention was attracted by a bottle of medicine in front of these bottles and jars.

The bottle of medicine was written in English, and most of the words on it were professional terms.

If it were an ordinary thing, Song Pingqing would not recognize such a thing, but when she was teaching in the Beautiful Country, she happened to see a teacher with poor health taking this medicine.

I just don't know the specific function.

Her eyes only fell on it for a moment and then quickly moved away, continuing to wash the teapot and teacups, as if she saw nothing.

After washing the teapot and cups and waiting for the water to boil, he pretended to deal with the messages and took out his cell phone.

Song Pingqing sent the name of the drug to Wu Lide, asking him to check what the drug actually does, and quickly put away his phone.

The tea here is also supplied by Song Pingqing's tea factory. Song Pingqing picked out a small piece of tea brick with the mildest taste, took it apart, brewed it, and brought it to the small table for chatting.

The two were originally talking animatedly, but when they saw Song Pingqing bringing over some tea, they stopped.

The air was filled with the aroma of tea. Shen Wushuang paused for a moment, as if tasting the fragrance, and quickly smiled and said, "It smells good."

"This tea is produced in the tea mountains in the southwest. I brought some for you today."

Song Pingqing picked up one of the teacups and handed it to Shen Wushuang: "I saw that this kind of tea brick is available here, so I brewed this without permission."

"Is this the specialty of your company's products?" Shen Wushuang reached out to take it.

"It is." Song Pingqing explained simply, "The aroma is pure, the tea soup is bright red and yellow, and the taste is mellow and mild. It is suitable for everyone to sit down and taste it slowly together."

After that, Song Pingqing brought Murong Xue another cup of tea: "The weather has been a bit dry recently. We've been talking for so long, drink some water to moisten your body."

This was the most calm and gentle tone, no different from usual.

"Okay." Murong Xue reached out to take it, and felt it was a little hot, so she put it aside.

Shen Wushuang saw all of their little interactions and said with a hint of emotion, "You two have such a good relationship."

What Murong Xue couldn't stand the most was others mentioning the relationship between her and Song Pingqing in this way, and she subconsciously looked at Song Pingqing.

"Yes." Song Pingqing reached out and held Murong Xue's hand and squeezed it. "If you don't have a good relationship, you won't be in a relationship anymore."

Shen Wushuang glanced at the time.

The hands on the wall clock pointed to half past eleven.

"It's already this time." Shen Wushuang looked at the clock and sighed, "Do you have any other plans for lunch?"

Only then did Murong Xue realize that they had been chatting for two hours without realizing it.

After a brief hesitation, Murong Xue quickly replied, "I don't have any other arrangements."

Song Pingqing took the opportunity to check his cell phone and found that Wu Lide's message had come back. The medicine was a special medicine used by the United States to treat cancer.

By the way, it was discovered that Shen Wushuang was diagnosed with breast cancer in a private hospital in Shenzhen three months ago.

Song Pingqing frowned for a moment.

It's not that she is suspicious, but at least from the outside, Shen Wushuang is in very good mental state, with a rosy complexion and a loud voice, and he doesn't look like a patient.

Admittedly, this kind of spirit might be because she was so happy to see Murong Xue, but Song Pingqing always had a subtle intuition.

Her eyes fell on the golden arrow above Shen Wushuang's head.

Recalling the scene when the arrow on Murong Baba's head gradually dimmed before his death, and then looking at the arrow on Shen Wushuang's head that was still bright...

It doesn't look like he has such a serious illness.

While Song Pingqing was thinking, Shen Wushuang had already shifted his gaze back.

"Since there are no plans, why not let me make them?" Shen Wushuang mentioned Li Tieniu in front of them for the first time. "I'll take you to try the restaurants that your mother and I used to love to eat at."

Are you taking her to eat street food?

Murong Xue's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she looked at Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing thought of the message on his phone and sighed silently. Although he was not sure about his guess, he still nodded slightly.

Seeing her reaction, Murong Xue's mouth corners immediately raised slightly, and she looked at Shen Wushuang: "Okay, then we will follow Aunt Shen's arrangements."

Seeing how quickly her expression changed, Song Pingqing couldn't help but reveal a bit of tenderness and smile.

If it weren't for the fact that Shen Wushuang was a close friend of Murong Xue's mother, and had a bright golden arrow on his head, Song Pingqing would never have agreed to Murong Xue going out to eat with anyone so casually.

Especially a small shop.

This kind of interaction fell into Shen Wushuang's eyes, and Shen Wushuang's eyes became more gentle.

It’s great that her daughter is really well taken care of.