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

Murong Xue's plan failed and she was unable to get a hug from Song Pingqing, but she was happy to receive the morning training service from her crush.

Sure enough, the longest distance a person can go in secret love is to not follow any routines.

When Murong Xue was running with Song Pingqing, it was hard for her brain not to be in a chaotic state.

Specifically, it is: Who am I? Where am I? Why should I cooperate so well?

All I can say is that there is always someone stronger than you. There must be a phoenix within a three-meter-high crouching dragon... oh no, there must be a phoenix within a hundred meters.

Why a hundred meters? Because the villa is too big, it is difficult for Song Pingqing and Murong Xue to maintain a long-term stable distance.

Murong Xue had a cold face, but her body was honestly following Song Pingqing's exercise.

The older you get, the less effective nightmares are.

Although she could also see that Song Pingqing was sincerely trying to find a way out for her nightmare.

But except for the few times when Song Pingqing bumped into her personally, Murong Xue actually never had nightmares.

Every time she just used the excuse of "having a nightmare" to do selfish things.

It's just that it's becoming increasingly difficult to achieve your goals directly.

Fortunately, the food requests she directly expressed were still met, and Song Pingqing's cooking skills were still able to stand the test.

Another weekend has arrived. Although the cherry blossoms and apricot blossoms have all faded, the late cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the daffodils are in full bloom, creating a very nice atmosphere.

The sun was shining brightly outside that day, and Wu Qiming, Shen Ci and Wen Zhuo helped each other to set up the camping tent so that they could dine outdoors.

"Oh my god, big brother, you fried this skewer so well." Wu Qiming is the most flattering person in the industry. "You must have learned it at the night market."

"Eating can't stop you from talking." Song Pingqing waved the freshly-fried fried pancake in front of Wu Qiming and was about to take it away.

"Hey, stop it! I was wrong!" Wu Qiming immediately admitted his mistake.

He really couldn't resist such a mixture of sugar and oil!

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows and put down the fried skewers.

...But it should be said that Wu Qiming actually guessed it right. Song Pingqing really did set up a stall at the night market when he was financially tight in his previous life.

Otherwise, how could she be so skilled in making night market delicacies for Murong Xue?

Murong Xue's way of eating was very reserved. She used chopsticks to pick up the skewers and ate them in small bites.

Shen Ci and Wen Zhuo were not so polite.

Wu Qiming...his mouth is already full of oil.

The only beneficiary of Murong Xue's one-sided crush confrontation - Wu Qiming.

After years of controlling his diet, he finally took this opportunity to eat to his heart's content.

In other places, it is the gods who fight and the devils who suffer.

It's different here.

This is a fight between gods, and the happy one is Wu Qiming, a food lover.

Making night market snacks is too tiring, and it will also turn Murong Xue's pillow into a cook. These two points are really unbearable for Murong Xue.

So the eldest lady quickly came up with a new idea.

"Haven't you practiced your driver's license enough?"

"Well, about a quarter left."

"Make good use of your time to practice hard recently." Murong Xue shook the newspaper in her hand, seemingly nonchalant, "There is a classic car show recently, and there are many beautiful cars in it. When you have enough practice time for your driver's license, I will take you to see it."

Song Pingqing couldn't help but let out a hiss.

Oh no, I tickled her.

For Song Pingqing, some vintage car designs really attract her attention more than sports cars.

She might bump into the latter more or less on the street, although she might not recognize him even if she did.

But she had really only seen the former in movies.

So excited.

Murong Xue keenly noticed that Song Pingqing paused while peeling an apple.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Pingqing's voice, which was full of excitement, was heard: "No problem. I'll go and accumulate time in the afternoon."

Murong Xue shook the newspaper in her hand again, and unconsciously crossed her legs in a very elegant posture.

Murong Xue: Song Pingqing, you are so cunning~

Wu Qiming really wanted to say "I want to go too", but as a gossiper, he had already sensed that Murong Xue treated Song Pingqing differently.

When it comes to playing dumb, Wu Qiming plays dumb better than anyone else.

I'd better take some time to ask privately where the auto show is.

Just don't run into those two.

Song Pingqing had just peeled the apple and cut it into small pieces when he saw Murong Xue sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her legs crossed, reading a newspaper.

"Murong Xue! Put your crossed legs down!"

When Meiqiu heard his second mother's stern voice, he subconsciously barked.

The room suddenly became eerily quiet.

The workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Qiming and Shen Ci also looked at each other.

As expected, if there is only one person in this family who dares to call Murong Xue by her full name, it must be Meiqiu’s second mother.

Murong Xue's expression froze behind the newspaper. She said nothing and put her legs down with a stern face.

By the way, I adjusted my sitting posture again.

The sitting posture is as well-behaved and graceful as it can be.

Song Pingqing nodded with great satisfaction: Just a naughty kid, we can handle him!

Maybe Marry Su really wanted to develop a relationship with Song Pingqing other than just ordinary friends as teammates, so she would occasionally send messages to invite Song Pingqing to attend team gatherings.

It’s a pity that I was rejected many times in a row.

It was not until Song Pingqing rejected two parties attended by famous stars that Marry Su realized that Song Pingqing was not interested in this.

"I participate in club activities and competitions only for credits." Song Pingqing told the truth.

Marry Su sighed from the other end of the phone.

God, she always thought that Song Pingqing rejected her just because of the Oriental reservedness.

Marry Su's tone was full of regret: "It's a pity for your talent, Song. You should have been the brightest star on the court."

"I'm more interested in other things." Song Pingqing laughed.

She couldn't say that she was busy practicing driving and was planning to go to the auto show to look at cars, so she had to find another excuse:

“For example, economics, this course ends relatively early, and I have to start preparing my thesis.”

"Song, you Chinese people are really hardworking." Mary Sue couldn't help but sigh, "You are definitely one of the hardest-working Chinese people I have ever seen."

Song Pingqing: ...Now that things have come to this, I can’t say it’s a misunderstanding. Since Mary Sue thinks so, then let it be.

Anyway, we are just classmates, so it doesn’t matter what we think.

The important thing is that she really wants to go to the classic car show that Murong Xue mentioned!!!

I wonder if she can see the blue-gray convertible classic cars in American TV dramas.

That was definitely the car that Song Pingqing desired most, apart from the luxury coupe.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing got up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out to practice driving.

Before he knew it, he was under the control of Murong Xue again.