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

Chapter 644: The conflicting confession planning teams

Anyway, no matter what kind of anger the domineering president needed to put out, Murong Xue's anger was still extinguished by Song Pingqing.

Because Murong Xue's requirements were too specific, it had to have a strawberry pattern, be sweet, have lace trims, and have a heart-shaped pocket, the apron was even custom-made by a designer on an expedited basis, and the price was so high that Song Pingqing would never treat it as a disposable item to appease his wife.

"It's such a luxury."

A cooking apron costs hundreds of thousands.

Murong Xue was very considerate: "It's okay, if you think it's a waste, you can choose to wear it every day. Anyway, I don't mind seeing it every day."

"You are beautiful!"

After cooperating with Murong Xue to take photos, Song Pingqing turned around and left.

She couldn't wait to take off her apron as she walked.

Wife-soothing products are heavyweight weapons that can be kept on hand but not used frequently, lest the other party develops antibodies after seeing them too many times.

"Are you afraid that I've seen too much immunity?"

Some tacit understandings don't need much explanation. Murong Xue chased after him with the small cake in hand: "It's okay. I can make other requests next time."

"For example?" Song Pingqing stopped and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Murong Xue said with a polite smile: "Like fox ears... fox tail or something like that?"

Song Pingqing was silent for a moment: "Then I think cat ears and cat tails are easier to buy ready-made."

Murong Xue stared: "We are obviously talking about you now!"

"Well, I sincerely thank you for the idea you provided." Song Pingqing put away the expensive apron, "I will prepare it in advance."

"What are you ready for?"

Murong Xue didn't understand: Are you ready to wear fox ears?

"Of course, I'm going to prepare cat ears for someone." Song Pingqing picked up the small fork on the plate, took a small bite and stuffed it into Murongxue's mouth, "We can't waste this creativity."

Murong Xue never refused Song Pingqing's feeding. Her thoughts were faster when eating than when talking.

He was gagged by the cake first, and by the time he spoke again, he had already missed the most powerful opportunity.

It was really shameful for Murong Xue to dig a hole for herself.

But Murong Xue still spoke up, and said angrily: "Who are you calling a cat?!"

"Okay, I'll prepare the tiger ears for you in advance."

Song Pingqing showed a smile of success, and watched someone step into the second trap:

"Excuse me, dear, which one do you want, the ears of this little white tiger or the ears of this little yellow tiger?"

The real focus is of course on the ears.

But Murong Xue was caught in a cat or tiger trap without paying attention.

This guy has really made something of himself now!

It is said that feng shui changes over time, but the feng shui of this family changed too quickly.

This time it was Murong Xue's turn to turn around and leave.

Only Song Pingqing would do such a thing as to make someone angry again right after he had coaxed them.

However, Murong Xue’s counterattack was also quick.

That night, a photo frame the size of two palms was delivered to the old house.

The Song Pingqing in the picture has a stiff face and expression. She is wearing a pink apron and holding a strawberry cake.

This picture was even photoshopped, with two simple ears of unknown breed drawn on the top of the head with fluorescent powder.

"I think this photo is very beautiful and suitable to be placed on the bedside table in the bedroom."

The more satisfied Murong Xue was, the more helpless Song Pingqing was.

Song Pingqing sat on the edge of the bed, watching Murong Xue carefully adjust the angle of the photos.

Really.

I never saw this person so childish when I was a child.

The older I get, the more I regress.

Although the days were busy, fortunately there were no major twists and turns. Although there was a small episode with President Murong's sudden intervention in the showdown with Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei, the preparations for the confession were finally put on the right track.

Ever since he decided to make a formal confession to Murong Xue last year and had a very detailed plan for each stage in his mind, Song Pingqing asked Zhao Lei to help him contact a professional planning team.

After conducting a comprehensive investigation of the planning team, Song Pingqing signed an eight-figure contract just for this confession plan that did not need to be shown in public.

The flowers must be the best.

The decorations must also be the best.

"I can buy those decorations with my own money and give them to you to sell after use, but at my confession site, everything must be brand new."

"Don't worry, don't worry, we will definitely get it done."

Who would complain about making a lot of money?

Although they are not one of those businesses that "close their doors for three years and make enough to last three years after opening", they will certainly make as much money as possible from a single order.

Thinking of the huge profits, the head of the planning team smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face.

"Don't use my plan for publicity in the future." Song Pingqing made one request after another.

"understand."

Faced with absolutely generous remuneration, workers will automatically rationalize all the requirements of the client.

The head of the planning team took the initiative to offer a hand: "Don't worry, we will definitely protect your privacy."

Unfortunately, this is just the beginning. The contract was signed in March, and in the past three months, Song Pingqing has almost taken the "rich are hard to please" approach to its extreme.

"No, this scene isn't dreamy enough. A garden with only roses is too monotonous."

"This theme is too common and uncreative."

"If I knew what I wanted, I would have arranged it myself. Why would I invite you here?"

Take Party B for example. Even Song Pingqing herself didn't think she could be so difficult to serve.

"I want colorful white."

When making this request, Song Pingqing himself felt guilty.

The insults he had said about Party A online in his previous life came back to Song Pingqing like a boomerang in this life.

When the plan was revised to version 46, Song Pingqing finally made the move that most upset Party B: "Let's change the design of this area back to version 3."

The planning team probably had prepared the team psychologically to "treat Party A like a grandson" early on, so they agreed to Song Pingqing's request with a smile without showing any expression, and successfully continued the business.

Party B: Not a single cent of this sky-high labor fee is earned in vain, it is all spiritual compensation.

However, when it came to the day of preparations for the confession, the planning team collapsed again.

"Why are you here?!" The head of the planning team gritted his teeth as he looked at his competitors.

"Shouldn't we be the ones asking this?" The other party also looked unhappy, "You guys are not going to steal the business to the employer's home, right?"

The planning teams hired by Song Pingqing and Murong Xue bumped into each other at the door of the old villa.