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

Murong Xue copied Song Pingqing's big move and launched a direct attack on his old father:

"Don't you miss me? But I kind of miss you, Dad. We haven't seen each other for almost four months."

President Murong Ba was completely stunned. He checked the caller ID on his phone and confirmed that it was indeed Murong Xue who called him. He asked in a deep voice, "When did you become so direct?"

Although the old father is not used to it, he still...still accepts it.

"I learned it from Pingqing." Murong Xue nodded secretly, feeling that the trick she used was very clever.

No wonder Song Pingqing always speaks so accurately to me, this is what it feels like to hit a straight ball.

So Murongxue added: "Pingqing said, 'Missing someone is not something that cannot be expressed in words.'"

President Murong Ba is still immersed in the elated mood of "his daughter misses him", and at this time he will accept all the requests made by Murong Xue.

"So when will Dad be back?"

"Well...next week then."

It's not impossible to try hard to squeeze out some time and play with those two little guys for a few days.

"Then when dad comes back, can you help me?"

When it came to the second request, President Murong Ba had already sensed something was wrong, but he still said, "You say."

"Can you help me persuade Song Pingqing to take care of her health?" Murong Xue made a key request, "She has been working too hard recently. I'm worried that something might happen to her health."

It’s impossible to control it. Whenever Murong Xue said, “You should have a good rest,” Song Pingqing would look at her with that smiling expression.

He followed her to the bedroom and rested early, but came out of the small study early the next morning.

He must have sneaked away again after she fell asleep.

Murong Xue also thought about asking her biological parents to persuade her, but after thinking about it carefully, it might be more effective to ask Murong Ba, a more "authoritative" person, to persuade her.

But this time, President Murong Ba did not agree immediately. The moment's silence made Murong Xue feel a little nervous.

What's going on here?

Murong Ba was not sure how much his daughter knew about the fundamental reason why she worked so hard for Song Pingqing, so he asked, "You are not short of money, why are you working so hard all of a sudden?"

Fortunately, it was just the tone of concern for the younger generation.

Murong Xue breathed a sigh of relief: "She said that after the Jingxi Mall goes online, it can solve employment problems for many regions at the same time."

"You believe everything she says?" Mr. Murong blurted out something that was rarely asked, and he found it unbelievable.

When did his daughter become a fool who believed everything others said?

"Dad, she won't lie to me."

Hearing these words suddenly, Murong Ba was forced to recall the scene where his old friend was dominated by the words "Daddy, he is not a poor boy~".

President Murong held his forehead and closed his eyes. He seemed to have aged three years in an instant.

Perhaps, being in love is the fate of the Murong family.

"Maybe she has some other ideas?" President Murong Ba tried to remind her.

"I know. I can tell that her condition is different from before." Murong Xue answered quickly. "She has her reasons for not wanting to tell me right away, but no matter what the reason is, it is not as important as her health."

Mr. Murong Ba's original intention was to guide Murong Xue to discover Song Pingqing's true intention, but he did not expect Murong Xue to say such a long string of words.

What else can he say?

Instead of being a bad adult and ruining the children's surprise, it is better to cooperate with them.

After hanging up the phone, President Murong took a deep breath.

But why did he always feel so upset?

When Song Pingqing suddenly saw President Murong appear in the old villa, his expression was horrified.

The feeling was probably like this - I was trying so hard to work hard in my career so that I could be with his daughter, but I didn't expect my father-in-law to suddenly show up in my house.

Song Pingqing looked left and right, up and down.

This is her home for sure.

"Dad! You're back!" Although Song Pingqing tried her best to express her surprise, she couldn't help but sound a little more frightened.

Murong Xue's second class this morning was a large class, and the get out of class ended fifty minutes later than hers. She just said that there was a guest at home and asked her to help entertain them. Who could have imagined that this "guest" was their respected old father.

"You look unhappy." President Murong looked at her with a cold face.

With just one glance, Song Pingqing realized that he was exposed.

She could hide her little thoughts from others, but she could never hide them from this old fox who already knew part of the truth.

"No, no, you are most welcome to come."

As soon as Song Pingqing finished speaking, President Murong stood up and glanced at Song Pingqing: "Take me to the study."

"Okay, okay." Song Pingqing immediately led the way, "This way, please."

Of course, what Mr. Murong Ba wanted to go to was not a semi-open study room, but a small study room suitable for private conversations.

Song Pingqing led him in. At first glance, the documents in the room seemed a bit messy, but it was just that the things were not arranged so neatly.

President Murong Ba paced around Song Pingqing's study, his eyes sweeping across her messy desk and bookshelf. He could immediately see that there was order amid the chaos.

The information of each section is on which layer, and the files larger than one inch are the most urgent... In fact, it is a very simple way of classification that is orderly in chaos.

"Pingqing has been very busy recently." President Murong casually pulled out the information about Jingxi Logistics.

This action made Song Pingqing's heart skip a beat. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and one sentence echoed wildly: It's bad! He knows!

"It's okay, it's okay. You are still busier."

As soon as he said this, Song Pingqing realized that he had said the wrong thing, but he couldn't take it back, so he had to diligently make tea for President Murong Ba.

Sure enough, no matter who you are, how old you are, or how much experience you have, you will be nervous when facing the identity of "future father-in-law".

When President Murong Ba saw her like this, he could only give her a four-word evaluation in his mind - a guilty conscience.

He hadn't said anything yet, but Song Pingqing was already so nervous.

Yes, but not necessary.

Mr. Murong Ba sat down on the small sofa, crossed his legs, and stared at Song Pingqing with a scrutinizing look like a big boss.

Song Pingqing tried his best to stay calm and make tea: Great, I finally know who Murong Xue learned this habit of crossing her legs from.

However, when facing Mr. Murong, Song Pingqing could not directly shout "Put your crossed legs down!" Such words, he could only gently remind Mr. Murong when placing the teacup in front of him:

"Dad, stop crossing your legs. It's not good for your health."

What a great Song Pingqing! At this time he is still concerned about whether crossing your legs is good for your health.

This was clearly the younger generation's concern for the elder. President Murong Ba sneered, and finally put down his crossed legs, with the scrutiny in his eyes fading slightly.

Mr. Murong: I just don’t want to let down the care between relatives.

The main characteristic of the Murong family is that they are all tough in words.

Song Pingqing took a deep breath: The oppressive feeling has finally lessened.

I, Song Pingqing, am the god in charge of the Murong family who does not cross their legs.