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

Sensing the silence on the other end of the phone, Song Pingqing continued to comfort Murongxue: "You don't have to think too much. Those things have nothing to do with you anyway. Just sleep in."

“That makes sense.”

No matter why, as long as I can sleep in, it's fine.

However, before Murong Xue could feel better for three seconds, another voice came from the other end of the phone: "You must exercise well, don't be lazy. If you don't do it properly, you won't grow taller."

Upon hearing this, Murong Xue's first reaction was "My dad will definitely find someone to complain!", and her second reaction was "You guys are definitely in collusion!"

This feeling was so unpleasant that Murong Xue almost went crazy. She wanted to rush to Song Pingqing's house and pinch her cheeks: How dare you bring this up?

Song Pingqing's next words were: "If I see you grow half a centimeter taller when school starts, I will make you a new drink."

Murongxue was about to say that one was not enough, but Song Pingqing added: "Three~"

Ah...three kinds.

Murong Xue leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling.

If there are three types, it seems that it is not impossible.

But if I agree immediately, wouldn’t it seem like I’m too easy to please?

But if I don’t agree, will Song Pingqing withdraw his proposal?

Murong Xue tried to bargain: "Three kinds, then I can finish it in three times."

"There are still twenty days until school starts."

Murong Xue thought she was playing a psychological confrontation in the business world, but in Song Pingqing's eyes, the scene was just like a child trying to eat more of his favorite food.

"So what do you want?" Song Pingqing chuckled, his tone lazy, "Little friend, don't be too greedy."

"I think at least five."

"Okay, five is five." Anyway, it's up to her, Song Pingqing, to decide how long between drinks.

Song Pingqing: No one knows Murong Xue's eating habits better than me, no one!

Food is the most important thing for people. Even a young lady cannot resist the temptation of food.

The next day, without Murong Ba's urging, Murong Xue went to do height-increasing training on her own.

Looking at the petite figure on the field who was trying hard to jump high, President Murong Ba was stunned.

You were still slacking off yesterday, but today you start training seriously?

He just sent a text message to Song Pingqing, and Song Pingqing didn't even show up, so he solved the problem?

The domineering president is at a loss, the domineering president is puzzled, and the domineering president doesn't understand.

His daughter was still lying in bed and being in a bad mood the day before. Today, New Year's Eve, when all the hardworking employees in the company were on holiday, she actually came to training obediently and didn't even sleep in.

This is too ridiculous.

President Murong Ba immediately decided to find a few more parenting books and read them carefully.

Once a man develops a competitive mentality when it comes to being a father, there is no way to pull him back.

Murong Bazong: Although I couldn’t get an apology from Murong Baba, I still want to be a better father than him.

What's so ridiculous about it? It's just a matter of catering to the needs of the people within a reasonable range.

Murong Xue actually noticed Murong Ba who was standing not far away and watching her training, but she did not greet him.

After all, for her right now, nothing is more important than training hard and growing taller, and then going to Song Pingqing to exchange rewards after school starts.

The New Year passed in each of us's leisure or busyness, and when we met again after the New Year, it was at our house in Vancouver.

As soon as Song Pingqing entered the door, Murong Xue pulled him to the height measuring instrument.

Murong Xue stood on it in front of Song Pingqing to measure her height, and then pointed at the number "156.1" and said to Song Pingqing:

"Since I have exceeded the target, shouldn't I be given more rewards?" There was a hint of pride in his tone.

This guy is just short of having the words "Praise me now" carved on his face.

It's so cute.

Song Pingqing couldn't help laughing, and reached out to rub Murong Xue's hair: "I knew you could do it, so I prepared the materials a long time ago."

Then the smile on Murong Xue's face became more genuine, and she followed Song Pingqing to the kitchen with light steps.

"You followed me here. Are you trying to steal my recipe?" Song Pingqing teased her deliberately.

"If I want your recipe, do I need to use such a troublesome method?" Murong Xue was dissatisfied.

That’s true. With the eldest lady’s order, how could Song Pingqing refuse to give it?

"Okay, okay, you're right." Song Pingqing smiled as he took out boxes of materials that he had prepared in advance.

"What is this?" Murong Xue was dazzled when she saw her taking out small boxes.

"Taro paste, osmanthus sauce, mochi, strawberry jam..." Song Pingqing would report the name wherever Murong Xue pointed.

Murong Xue was a little numb: "So many small ingredients, why have I never seen them in the school's milk tea shop?"

There was a hint of questioning in Murong Xue's words, as if she was asking Song Pingqing: Are you hiding something?

"Mochi is a new product we are going to launch this year. Osmanthus jam and strawberry jam are products that have not yet been found in the market that have good taste, reasonable price and long shelf life." Song Pingqing pinched her face.

"Taro paste needs Lipu taro, but the transportation in Ningguang is inconvenient, and warehousing and logistics are big problems."

Song Pingqing himself owns shares in a logistics company, and he also said that logistics is a big problem, which shows that the road is really difficult to travel.

What she said was also true. Murong Xue thought she was not an unreasonable person, so she accepted Song Pingqing's statement: "Okay. That's it."

Song Pingqing was making her a cup of taro paste mochi milk tea when Murong Xue suddenly stood beside her and said, "Use the 500 million to invest in Ning Guang's project."

"Ah?" Song Pingqing's hand trembled, and the cup used for milk cap almost flew out.

"Why are you so excited?"

Facing Song Pingqing's eyes that seemed to be hesitant and even helpless, Murong Xue immediately reacted: "I didn't say I wanted to invest there just to drink milk tea!"

Song Pingqing thought to himself: That’s not necessarily true. Who knows what you guys, a group of domineering CEO-style people, are thinking in your hearts.

Seeing Song Pingqing nod with an obviously absent-minded expression, Murong Xue raised her voice and called out the full name of someone word by word: "Song, Ping, Qing?"

"I believe it, really." Song Pingqing poured the prepared milk tea into a cup and handed it to Murong Xue, "This cup of milk tea will take up a spot, taro paste and mochi are both high in calories."

Especially taro paste, which contains both butter and sugar. At first glance, it sounds like a healthy whole grain, but in essence it is a mixture of sugar and oil.

Revenge, this is definitely revenge.

Murong Xue took it with a cold face, took a big sip, and felt the taro paste particles dissolving in her mouth. The mochi wrapped in milk tea brought a soft, sticky and toothsome texture.

Forget it, since I have such delicious milk tea, I won’t bother with this guy.