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

The house in Yipin Mingju had been renovated a long time ago, but a newly renovated house always needs to be left for a few years before moving in.

Although a team was contacted to conduct an on-site inspection before the summer vacation, and the internal air quality is completely qualified, daily necessities have not yet been purchased, and the nanny and maids have not yet been deployed, so Song Pingqing is still going to the Murong family's villa today.

It was already six o'clock when we left Shen Wuxiu.

Song Pingqing simply didn't go back to the lounge and asked Wu Lide to take her to the villa.

No wonder Murong Xue wanted to leave first. Song Pingqing really didn't expect that this discussion would last for two and a half hours.

You are really good at talking.

No one knows where President Murong Ba has gone to attend a meeting again. Murong Xue will not be home for dinner today and will be back later.

Song Pingqing looked at the busy servants and nannies, took out his cell phone and started sending messages to Xiuxiu: I think I know why some young ladies who have been carefully trained can be seduced away by a bowl of porridge.

Xiuxiu, who had just finished Sanda training, glanced at her phone and quickly replied: What did you see? Is it the latest gossip or 8,000 yuan a bowl of porridge?

Song Pingqing: No, I have only seen empty big villas without any family members.

Xiuxiu: Did you go to Sister Xue’s house?

Song Pingqing: You call me so affectionately.

Xiuxiu was choked and thought to herself: My sister was kidnapped and brought home without knowing it.

The summer vacation passed slowly as I took care of my property.

Apart from taking Xiuxiu to eat the super expensive imperial chef dinner that had been agreed upon long ago, the only thing worth mentioning was that Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei finally bought an old villa for Song Pingqing.

When Song Pingqing saw the property certificate, his pupils trembled: "Didn't you give me the money to buy the old house that year? Why did you buy it again?"

"It's a gift for you to become an adult in advance," said Xu Jinmei.

"Don't you think this adult gift comes too early?" Song Pingqing calculated, "There's still more than half a year left."

"If we wait another half a year, the house won't be this price anymore." Xu Jinmei pushed the property certificate on the table to Song Pingqing. "The family is in urgent need of cash flow, so your father and I decided to buy it because the price was really good."

Song Pingqing's mouth twitched, and he asked casually, "How much did it cost?"

"Then don't worry about it."

Xu Jinmei felt that her daughter was always reluctant to spend money on her, so she was unwilling to tell her the actual selling price of the old villa.

Sometimes, Song Pingqing even cared more about money than Old Lady Song.

The second generation raised by other people's families, no matter how outstanding and excellent, are willing to spend money on themselves.

It turns out that this child in his family is even more frugal with money than the older generation.

Xu Jinmei said very decisively: "Just stay here."

Song Pingqing seemed to be rebelling: "If you don't tell me, I still have a way to find out."

Xu Jinmei was discouraged. This capable child was not easy to mess with.

Finally he told the truth: "The total cost of the house plus various handling fees was close to 1 billion yuan."

Song Pingqing thought he had misheard: "How much???"

"Hey, what are you shouting about?" Xu Jinmei was dissatisfied. "Go and have a look first! That house is really nice."

The tone of Xu Jinmei's voice gave Song Pingqing the feeling that he was being forced to follow her advice.

Song Pingqing: ...I lost. Although I don’t know how much our family’s annual income is, when it comes to spending money, I definitely can’t compare to the other people in the family.

Sixty percent of the clothes for all seasons are provided by the Murong family, not to mention travel, transportation and accommodation, so it is not Song Pingqing's turn to think about it at all.

Ever since I gave the merits I had accumulated in my previous life to Murong Xue to change her fate that year, I haven't been sick much.

Song Pingqing really doesn't have much to spend money on. The biggest expense in recent years is the cost of materials after she started learning jewelry making.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing calmed down: "Okay, let's go and see it tomorrow."

The money has been spent, so just enjoy it.

But Xu Jinmei did not lie, this old villa was indeed a very good purchase.

First of all, the geographical location. This old villa is located in a very famous villa area in Jincheng, and its location is even better than the Lan family’s house that I visited before.

The exterior facade is wrapped in green vines and the bushes in the yard are neatly trimmed. There is no sign that the previous owner moved out in a hurry.

Song Pingqing liked the arrangement and design of the bushes in the yard very much: "This yard is nice."

But just as the compliment came out, Xu Jinmei beside him laughed: "Well, your dad designed it for you."

"what?"

Song Dashan is so busy, how can he have time to do this?

When Song Pingqing's surprised eyes fell on Song Dashan, Song Dashan felt that his back straightened a little: "Bao'er, let me tell you, even though your father is rich now, I have never forgotten where I came from!"

I have never forgotten where I came from, and I have never forgotten where the money came from.

Song Dashan pointed to Song Pingqing and said, "When Dad designed it, he took the scenery of the four seasons into consideration, and the varieties were all checked by Dad himself. When the time comes, you only need to hire two gardeners for this yard, and there will be flowers all year round..."

Song Dashan seemed to be chattering nonstop when he talked about these things.

Xu Jinmei secretly pulled Song Pingqing, and the mother and daughter went into the house to see the decoration inside.

This house is well maintained and you can feel a strong retro atmosphere as soon as you enter.

The wooden floor under your feet has a warm color and unique texture left over from time.

Song Pingqing squatted down and took a closer look: "It's not easy. This wooden floor is quite old, but it can still be preserved so well."

"I heard from the family selling the house that this kind of wooden floor needs to be cleaned up bit by bit by lying on the ground." Xu Jinmei thought for a while, "It is said that for the whole house, at least four people are needed to clean the floor every day."

Wow, this one floor can accommodate more people than the entire garden.

No wonder Song Dashan is so proud of his work that only requires two people to manage it.

"No wonder my dad was so happy just now. It turns out he was saving money for me." Song Pingqing sighed, "What a good father."

"Hmph, so this is how you treat your good father? You just leave your good father in the garden?" Song Dashan's resentful voice sounded.

He had just been talking about the garden for a long time when he realized that no one was there.

Really...

Song Pingqing immediately raised his chin, looked around and began to hum a song.

"Stop humming. It's just like your father's singing. It's terrible." Xu Jinmei suddenly got angry.

Song Pingqing: ????

"Is it really that bad?" She didn't have the problem of being tone-deaf in her previous life.

"It's very, very, very unpleasant." Xu Jinmei rubbed her ears.

Important things have to be said three times, which shows that it is indeed not pleasant to hear.

Song Pingqing somewhat recalled the expression of wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it that Murong Xue sometimes showed.

The eldest lady's aesthetic taste is quite unique.

Even her own mother couldn't accept her humming like this, how could the eldest daughter tolerate it? !

As expected of people who grew up together, they are very tolerant!