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

Although Song Pingqing seemed to be attending a serious meeting, he was actually still struggling with where to go to catch up on his sleep.

I went to the lounge upstairs to catch up on some sleep. It was close, but the smell was too strong.

No matter how good the mattress in the lounge is, it can't change that.

It’s too far to go to Murong’s house.

The Song family is close, but the little light bulb is also on summer vacation.

Yipin Mingju? Two suites, upper and lower, it would be too troublesome for Murongxue to find the lower one or Song Pingqing to find the upper one.

Only Song Pingqing's old villa is close and comfortable.

Song Pingqing: No wonder young people still want to have their own house, so that they can bring someone home for a date.

But the only drawback is that there is no large stove suitable for earthen pot stewing in the old house.

"What's so difficult about this?" After listening to Song Pingqing's reasons, Murong Xue's expression was very calm and frank, "Since you are the only one with a stove for earthen pot stew, then let's go to your house."

The calmer and more composed the expression is, the bigger the laughter inside is.

Murong Xue: Haha, even a broken stone sometimes wants to avoid the light bulb, that’s great.

Murong Xue sat on the passenger seat of Song Pingqing while feeling secretly pleased.

When Song Pingqing saw that the stove she used for stewing in a clay pot could actually accept the presence of an electric light bulb, he felt a little jealous for a moment.

Despite all the precautions, I never expected that Murong Xue would have such a strong desire for clay pot stew.

Even the Lamborghini Veneno that Song Dashan had just given her, which was worth half a small goal, was not attractive anymore.

Song Pingqing opened the door and got into the car. While fastening his seat belt, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sooner or later, I will have to build a stove in the old house!"

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing said it out.

Murong Xue's calm expression broke. It was really hard to hold back her smile. She looked at Song Pingqing who was serious.

"Well, I like to eat earthen pot stew. Why do you want to build a stove in your old house?"

"Shouldn't I install one for my villa?"

After being teased so many times by the malicious Song Pingqing, Murong Xue finally seized the opportunity to tease him back. Her tone was faint, as if she was questioning him, and as if she was tickling Song Pingqing's heart: "Do you really want to take me home?"

This statement is almost explicit.

Old Po Shitou couldn't withstand the young man's direct and intense flirting. His handsome face suddenly turned red and he was choked by his own saliva.

Fortunately, the car hasn't been started yet.

"I'm going to drive, don't say such things."

Song Pingqing didn't dare to look at Murong Xue's expression at all, but Murong Xue was sitting in the passenger seat, and her eyes swept across Song Pingqing's not obviously red face again and again.

The young lady's gaze was too aggressive. Song Pingqing started the car, drove out, and coughed lightly: "Look at this new car I just brought back. What do you think?"

"Of course it's a good car." Murong Xue did not retract her gaze. "It's a commemorative model for the 50th anniversary of Lamborghini's founding. There are only three hardtops and nine convertibles in the world."

"Hmm?" Song Pingqing's eyes almost couldn't help but fall on Murong Xue. Fortunately, she knew that she was currently acting as a driver. "How do you know so much?"

Murong Xue has never cared much about cars.

"Of course I know. I found out about this car by accident and asked the two fathers to order it together."

"Every family contributes, otherwise how can we get such a good thing for you?"

How could Murong Xue miss such an opportunity to attack? She spoke in a leisurely tone, completely ignoring the fact that she was addressing Song Dashan when she said this.

This is how people take advantage of others' concessions step by step.

"Really, it's really handsome." Song Pingqing didn't notice it at all, and his fingertips involuntarily touched the touch of the steering wheel a few more times.

"I was saying that the things my dad likes are a bit too tacky, so how come he suddenly bought such an aesthetically pleasing car?"

It turned out that Murong Xue was tinkering behind the scenes.

"I like it very much, thank you." While waiting for the traffic light, Song Pingqing stopped the car and looked at Murong Xue, "I like it very much."

Although Song Pingqing has always been reluctant to buy a sports car because it is not practical enough, Murong Xue still noticed her desire for this type of sports car.

Of course, when giving gifts, you should make them touch the heart of the other person. Why bother about their practicality?

"Oh..." Murong Xue nodded, still not retracting that determined look, "Then how are you going to thank me?"

"Good question." Seeing the traffic lights flashing, Song Pingqing turned his attention back to the road. "What do you want?"

"you guess?"

Song Pingqing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but because he was still driving, he could only suppress his anxiety: "Miss, it's hard to guess what you're thinking."

"Well, then tell me when you have guessed it."

Murong Xue had teased someone enough and was unwilling to endlessly push forward this issue that Song Pingqing had always been somewhat afraid of.

It is only a matter of time before the prey that has walked into the trap is caught, but what Murong Xue wants is for Song Pingqing to be with her sincerely.

When Xiuxiu heard the servant at home say that Song Pingqing had returned, she immediately walked downstairs with her not-so-short legs to greet him. Halfway down the stairs, she heard someone say that Song Pingqing had brought Murong Xue with him, so she immediately went upstairs to change her clothes.

Ha, she knows a lot.

Of course you can be casual and unkempt when meeting your own nanny, but when meeting your future sister-in-law, you must make yourself look energetic and cute, and must not embarrass your nanny.

So, just as Song Pingqing started to stir-fry the earthen pot stew, the shiny little light bulb finally appeared in front of them.

"Xiu Xiu?" When Song Pingqing called out these two words, there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his voice.

"Why are you so mean to her?" Murong Xue immediately came to her defense. She reached out and pulled Xiuxiu in front of her, looking her up and down carefully.

Oh, how cute! He looks at least 60% like Song Pingqing when he was a child.

Isn’t Xiuxiu’s current age the same as when Song Pingqing first arrived at Murong’s house?

When Murong Xue saw Xiuxiu, it was as if she saw a smaller version of Song Pingqing, and she couldn't help but reach out and rub her little face.

So soft, I like it more.

Murong Xue smiled and asked her: "Come on, tell me, why did you hide in the house just now?"

Song Pingqing, who was frying the pot soup base nearby, was stunned: OK, OK, OK, OK, this is the popular way to play now, right?

Song Pingqing pursed his lips tightly, and gripped the iron spoon a little tighter, giving his cooking movements a sense of power and beauty.

Song Pingqing clenched his cheeks: In more than ten years, I have never seen Murong Xue coaxing a child so gently, and she actually used the same method to coax Song Qixiu?

Haha, little light bulb, I still underestimated you.

Song Pingqing glared at Song Qixiu.

Murong Xue's eyes "inadvertently" swept across Song Pingqing's face, and she deliberately sent Xiuxiu away: "Sister asked someone to buy you a gift, go and see if you like it."

As for the gift... there was indeed one. When Murong Xue got into the car with Song Pingqing, she sent a message to someone to get it done.

After Xiuxiu "happily" cooperated and went out, Murongxue looked at Song Pingqing: "Stingy guy."

Song Pingqing: ??? Who are you calling stingy???