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

Chapter 633 It’s This Tofu

Seeing Song Pingqing's eyes widen slightly, Murong Xue felt a little more proud.

I've been teased by this guy so many times, and today I finally got the tease back.

Murong·Tail-Climbing·Snow: She thought I was going to kiss her, didn’t she?

The smug look was evident on his face.

Song Pingqing just felt angry and amused.

It's so cute.

I've never seen such a trick delivered to my door.

"Did you think I was going to--" Before Murong Xue could finish her words, Song Pingqing blocked her mouth.

The entangled deep kiss was mixed with the lingering scent of champagne.

Murong Xue's legs were weak, and her body, which was half leaning in Song Pingqing's arms, was now even closer to Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing held her tightly, refusing to give her even the slightest chance to give in.

After a moment's separation, a smug smile had already shifted from one person's face to the other's.

Song Pingqing laughed quite wantonly, and said in Murong Xue's angry eyes: "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain. But just now the 'mountain' ran in front of me, can I still watch the 'mountain' pass by me?"

Seeing that Murong Xue seemed less angry, Song Pingqing slowly helped her stand and let her go, then finished the last sentence in a quiet voice:

"Don't we have to pull out a few trees on the mountain before we go?"

"Song! Ping! Qing!"

Someone was quite angry, but unfortunately, this mouth that had just been kissed had a hint of coquettishness even when it was scolding people.

"Yes, I'm here." Song Pingqing raised his head and looked at Murong Xue with a smile.

Murong Xue: I really am. Sooner or later, I will let her see who has the final say.

But today...let it go.

Murong Xue's gaze swept across Song Pingqing's face.

Since she was so proactive in wanting to go home and confront the issue, I won't bother with her.

Murong Xue's glare had no killing power at all.

Song Pingqing turned his head and flirted with her proudly: "Do you want to eat something else? If you want, I'll make it."

"Tofu."

Song Pingqing: ? It’s bad. I’ve been too busy with work recently and haven’t had much time to exercise. My abdominal muscles are not very honest.

Murong Xue was not talking about this "tofu", but a portion of tofu with batter that was served with dinner today.

Song Pingqing has a very good control of the heat. After frying, the small cubes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the specially prepared sauce is salty and delicious.

What a pity, Song Pingqing only fried less than twenty tofu cubes, each less than the size of a thumb joint.

Murong Xue was really still a little greedy.

Seeing that Song Pingqing didn't move for a long time, Murong Xue was puzzled: "Why don't you go?"

Murong Xue: Why did this person suddenly become distracted?

"The sauce is gone too, remember to add some more."

Huh? Touching the abdominal muscles is even more necessary?

Following Murong Xue's gaze, Song Pingqing saw the plate of tofu on the table.

Uh...well, she was overthinking it.

Song Pingqing stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "How many more pieces do you want?"

"A lot of pieces." Murong Xue's eyes looked hungry but her stomach was full.

Song Pingqing turned his head and saw that she was clinging to him again. He smiled and said, "What's the matter? Do you still want to cook with me?"

"Is it not possible?" Murong Xue reached out, took the "Chef God" apron and put it on, "I know the rules."

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Murong Xue said sternly, "You are not allowed to talk while standing next to the oil pan."

puff...

Song Pingqing wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to, so he could only turn around and get back to work.

After all, this is what Murong Xue remembered she said a long time ago.

Regardless of Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan's attitudes, Song Pingqing must put the matter of confessing to Murong Xue on the agenda.

All the arrangements made before are just for the purpose of taking over the abandoned industries as quickly as possible when encountering the situation of "just in case of disapproval" and keeping everything running smoothly.

The boss’s life is life, and the worker’s money is also life.

It’s okay to fall in love, and it’s also okay to pursue love.

But if such a small matter causes disruption to many people's jobs, then it would be a sin and a suicidal act.

As he fell asleep holding the person in his arms, Song Pingqing's mind was still constantly rehearsing various situations that would occur after he returned home.

Although all the formalities for the establishment of Chengfeng Group were completed only this month, the date for the group's first press conference was set two months in advance.

After all, once you have organized the information and submitted it for review, you can calculate the approximate date. If there is a discrepancy, let your boss resolve it.

Anyway, the date and place are decided by the boss, so it’s not the workers’ turn to take the blame.

At that time, the employees below selected several dates, and Song Pingqing immediately chose this one and circled it without hesitation.

"Six six, great luck! Great luck, six six!"

The date June 12th has three sixes, so it's really six six six, it's an absolute blast.

Not only is the number auspicious, but it can also be completed before Murong Xue's birthday.

At that time, Song Pingqing felt extremely satisfied even when looking at the circle he had drawn.

This circle is really round.

Ji Cheng stood by and still maintained a decent smile: "It is indeed a good day."

Ji Cheng: Bosses are more or less superstitious.

Based on her experience of serving many business owners, Song Pingqing was not superstitious at all. She simply chose a number that looked auspicious.

If it were her previous boss, he would have to look up the almanac and ask a master to calculate the best time period for the press conference.

Ji Cheng: The boss didn’t check the almanac, but I did, and June 12th is indeed a good day.

If Song Pingqing knew what Ji Cheng was thinking, he would probably say:

[The heavens are on my side, why would I bother looking up the almanac? If there were any special problems, he would have called me himself.]

It’s amazing to have a way to contact God!

Baimao is a guy who can't stand being nagged. There is no need to keep an eye on him. When the time is right, he will show up on his own to make his presence felt.

When holding a group's first press conference, there are generally four options for the venue: hotel, conference center, group headquarters and creative park.

The hotel was mediocre, the conference center had nothing special, and the group headquarters was suitable for situations with relatively small number of participants. Song Pingqing finally chose the Creative Park.

The day before the press conference, Song Pingqing sat in his study and did not come out.

Murong Xue finished her work and when she didn't see her in the bedroom, she knocked on the door and went into her study.

Seeing Song Pingqing sitting under a reading light and reading some materials, Murong Xue walked over and sat down opposite her: "Do you need me to go over your speech for tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Song Pingqing handed her the manuscript in his hand and pretended to be relaxed. "I'm not that nervous."

His ability to speak on important occasions was developed early on, but he couldn't resist the fact that he had to return to the Song family to confront his father after this speech.

She didn't want to disappoint Murong Xue at all.

Under pressure, Song Pingqing actually learned Murong Xue's way of saying one thing and thinking another.

"Just help me through it for a while."

Murong Xue: It’s strange, but I feel like I’m looking in a mirror.