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

Chapter 650 But Vigorous

Murong Xue's 20th birthday party was held in the manor of the old house.

It was a dinner party, but at around five o'clock in the afternoon, peacocks of various colors began to enter the venue one after another.

Even if Xiuxiu were to start over again in her entire life, she would not be able to change her style as a "beauty lover".

After hearing Song Pingqing say on the phone that there was a handsome guy, she pestered him to come to the scene early.

The reason...is naturally reasonable enough.

"I can help you keep an eye on Sister Xue!! If anyone wants to seduce her, I'll go and help mess things up."

Song Pingqing pretended to think for a moment and then agreed. After all, she deliberately revealed this matter "unnoticeably" when she called just for Xiuxiu to come and help.

At once.

An eight-year-old child.

Right?

What could she have done wrong?

The behavior of naughty children will not be restrained only when it is selfish.

Xiuxiu was like this at this moment, holding her phone and sighing at the diversity of handsome guys. When she was excited, she even played the surveillance video of the front field to Song Pingqing:

“Ahhh, sister, sister, they are all so beautiful——”

This style, this state, is exactly the same as in the previous life.

Song Pingqing shook off the impurities on her hands and looked at Song Qixiu in the makeup mirror: "I am already beginning to worry about you meeting a scumbag in the future."

In his previous life, this guy had been defeated many times by the bad mouth of a scumbag.

"Sister, you don't understand."

Noticing Xiuxiu looking around, the chief stylist decisively demonstrated her professionalism: "Ms. Song, I remembered that I still have some things to take. Let's go get them."

"Well, let's go."

After everyone left the room, Xiuxiu leaned over to Song Pingqing's ear and whispered, "That's because I wasn't rich enough in my previous life."

Song Pingqing's expression changed in an instant: My mother tongue is speechless.

"So in this life, I don't want to pursue only one person." Song Qixiu said shockingly, "I want to walk through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single leaf on me."

"Anyway, I just like the skin."

This thing...

I can only say that he is worthy of being brought up by Song Pingqing, he is very insightful.

Xiuxiu: I not only want male beauties, I also want female beauties. I want to have many, many beauties.

"Oh..." Song Pingqing seemed to be thinking, "But do you have money?"

"what?"

"You don't have money." Song Pingqing smiled maliciously, with a malicious heart. "Look, my whole family has our own businesses. Mom is in beauty, Dad is in cars, and Grandpa and Grandma have restaurants. But you don't have any~~~"

"You don't want to use our money to pursue beautiful women, do you?"

Song Qixiu was petrified.

For this granddaughter who came to this world to follow in his footsteps, especially someone who has done a lot of good deeds for her, it is not impossible for Song Pingqing to spend a lot of money to support Song Qixiu.

It doesn't matter if you take her money and go chase after beautiful women.

But as a person walking independently in the world, you still need to have the ability to make a living on your own so that you can have enough confidence to do anything.

If Song Pingqing was just a pure little follower, let alone the question of whether Murong Xue would fall in love with her, even Song Pingqing herself would not have the mind to confront her family honestly.

Song Qixiu looked at Song Pingqing eagerly.

No matter how ugly and wrinkled this thing was when it was born, it looks so cute now as it blinks and looks at Song Pingqing.

What a pity.

Song Pingqing had long been immune to children's coquetry.

This cuteness was sold to the wrong person.

"You won't ignore me, will you?" Xiuxiu said pitifully.

"What do you think?" Song Pingqing tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, "Do you think I will ignore you?"

Song Pingqing reached out and scratched Xiuxiu's nose: "How much pocket money have you saved?"

"More than two million." Xiuxiu said sullenly.

"Yeah." Song Pingqing nodded.

From this perspective, Xiuxiu has indeed never spent money on random things.

Rich families raising children will only give their children all kinds of cards.

Allow her to go to this restaurant? Give her a card.

Allow her to buy books in this store? Get her a card.

Apart from this, they hardly give money. One reason is to prevent the children from spending money lavishly and causing resentment, and the other is to prevent the children from learning bad things outside.

In the past few years, neither Song Dashan, Xu Jinmei, nor the older generation of "grandparents", have ever given Xiuxiu any money.

On the contrary, Song Pingqing, after receiving various gifts, was too lazy to deposit them in the bank, so he simply threw them all to her.

Xu Jinmei had said this to her several times, but considering that it was a reflection of the eldest daughter's love for the second daughter, and Xiuxiu was indeed not a spendthrift, she didn't say anything more.

"Summer vacation is coming soon. I can arrange enough bodyguards for you during this vacation so you can run around and have fun. Think carefully about how to use this money and what project to design."

Song Pingqing: It’s not that I’m thinking about my child’s pocket money, but if she doesn’t use her own money, she will have no concept of starting a business.

Now that I think about it, Mr. Murong had his own ideas for every step he took.

Song Pingqing: Copy homework as needed, and get it right every time.

Song Qixiu nodded seriously: "I understand."

She will be eight years old this year, and it is time for her to start her business career early.

"Okay, go check on those stylists and see why they haven't come back yet."

Xiuxiu turned around and ran away without even taking her cell phone.

Song Pingqing picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and sneered with extreme disdain.

Look, look at the men in this banquet hall, there are so many types.

Sunny and cheerful, arrogant and cold, elegant and gentle, fit and healthy, mature and steady, playful and lively, gentle and artistic, domineering...

There are various styles, and there is always one that can hit people's aesthetic taste.

No wonder Xiuxiu was crying like that just now.

"Why aren't you ready yet?" Just as he was sighing, Murong Xue had already pushed the door open and came in. "Where's the stylist?"

"I just said a few words to Xiuxiu and asked them to leave first." Song Pingqing did not hide his actions and let Murongxue look at the phone screen. "Look, there are so many kinds of handsome guys."

"What's that tone?" Murong Xue didn't even spare a glance at the phone, and just walked towards Song Pingqing, "My body has recovered. Tonight..."

"Oh, I don't believe it." Song Pingqing interrupted directly, "Let's let uncle take your pulse first."

The day before yesterday, when the time came, Murong Xue suddenly had a nosebleed, which successfully destroyed all the ambiguous atmosphere. As it concerned her health, Song Huli was so scared that he no longer dared to seduce her rashly.

Such a handsome and good sister was so close to her that she could see and touch her but couldn't eat her. Murong Xue was so angry that she almost slept in a separate room from Song Pingqing.

"Song! Ping! Qing!"

As soon as the stylist entered the room, he was scared away by Murong Xue again.

When she went in again, Song Pingqing had to reapply her lipstick.

Oh, Murong Xue’s too.

"Hiss - be gentle, the skin is broken there." Song Pingqing subconsciously dodged the lip brush.

No one told her that Murong Xue would be so aggressive after confirming the relationship.

Passive and abstinent, but vigorous.