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

She received all the gifts that Song Pingqing had sewn with her own hands, so who cares whether the large quantities of goods produced by the factory will be delivered to other people.

Murong Xue felt that she was not a stingy person at all: "The theme store can be opened directly in Wanmu Commercial Plaza. The plan is very detailed. You can take your time to read it."

Murong Xue's tone was a little bit smug and a little bit proud: "I won't mistreat anyone who is truly kind to me, especially you."

For a moment, Song Pingqing felt that Murong Xue was proudly seeking praise.

Song Pingqing opened the document and looked directly at the final price.

Oh, it’s no wonder that this is a plan that Murong Xue hired. It’s a really good sum of money.

Eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand exactly!

It actually takes such a huge investment to open a doll shop.

Taking another look, I found that even the factory was my own. I felt that this was truly the style of a young lady. My own company must belong to me from head to toe.

Song Pingqing smiled and said, "Let's open it. Each of us will have half of the shares."

"What do I want the shares of this small company for?!" Murong Xue widened her eyes.

"I gave it to you, don't you want it?" Song Pingqing said softly, lowering his eyes slightly, pretending to be a little aggrieved, "Do you think it's a bad gift for me to give you?"

Murong Xue didn't mean that at all, and she had never comforted anyone before. She was flustered for a moment: "I didn't say that, don't accuse me!"

"Alas... I knew that this gift is too small..." Before Song Pingqing could finish her words, Murong Xue stood up, turned over and covered her mouth.

"Shut up!" If Murong Xue still didn't realize that Song Pingqing was acting at this moment, then she would be a fool.

Murong Xue blushed and glared at the smiling Song Pingqing for a long time before asking arrogantly, "Why are you silent?"

Song Pingqing reached out and took her hand away from his mouth: "You are covering my mouth."

"Besides, didn't you tell me to shut up?"

"You shut up when I told you to? Why didn't you make me another cup of milk tea when I asked you to?" Murong Xue deeply felt that Song Pingqing didn't listen to her when he should, but listened to what he shouldn't.

Song Pingqing smiled: "Then your health is more important."

Murong Xue avoided her smiling gaze and looked at the plan: "Have you thought of a name for your...our doll shop?"

"Let's call it Dream Keeper." Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "I'll come back and write a fairy tale for marketing purposes. If it's profitable, I'll donate 30% of the profits to charity."

Murong Xue nodded, suddenly threw the plan aside, and casually pulled a sleeping doll into bed.

"Are you going to sleep? Then I'll go back." Song Pingqing was about to get up and leave, but Murong Xue grabbed her.

"Didn't you say you wanted to write a fairy tale for marketing? I want to be the first audience."

"You are already thirteen years old, and you still want to listen to stories before going to bed?" Song Pingqing smiled helplessly, "That's right, thirteen years old is still a child."

"Then will you tell me or not?"

"Tell me, it's your birthday, you are the biggest." Song Pingqing reached out to turn on the night light and turned off the lights in the room.

Song Pingqing's gentle voice rang out in the dim warm light:

"When night falls, there will always be nightmares that want to run into children's dreams... But when the moonlight shines, the soft rag doll will turn into a warrior holding a sword..."

"Inside each soft doll is actually the wish of the giver to protect it."

This was the last sentence Murong Xue heard before she fell asleep.

The doll she was hugging tightly in the quilt seemed to also feel a little warmth.

Do you want to protect your feelings?

Murong Xue fell into a deep sleep.

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue's peaceful sleeping face, and secretly felt that the eldest lady was still easy to coax. If it was Song Qixiu's childhood in his previous life, he would not only refuse to sleep, but also toss and turn for a while, and would tell four or five stories.

Song Pingqing gently tucked the quilt for her. Feeling sleepy, he tiptoed to the cabinet in her room to get a thin blanket and fell asleep next to her.

Anyway, it’s not the first time we’ve slept together.

When Murong Xue got up the next day, she could only see signs that someone had slept beside her, but there was no sign of Song Pingqing. She put the Papa doll in her arms on the bedside, washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

In the early morning of the villa, the servants responsible for various tasks were already in place. When Murong Xue saw them, she asked, "Where is Song Pingqing?"

"Miss Song is feeding the capybara in the backyard," the servant replied.

"Running to feed the Capybara so early in the morning?!" Murong Xue was simply unbelievable and headed for the backyard.

Sure enough, Song Pingqing was sitting on a small chair by the pool, piling small stones on Capybara's head bit by bit, and even humming the capybara song:

"Kapibala Kapibala Kapibala~"

...It's really terrible. Murong Xue paused, with a complicated expression, and felt that it was terrible to listen to someone singing out of tune.

I don’t know if it was Murong Xue’s illusion, but I always felt that the Capybara in the pool blinked and showed a disgusted expression.

"Why did you get up so early? I didn't see you when I woke up." Murong Xue walked over to Song Pingqing and sat down, stacking Jenga on Capibala's head with her.

Song Pingqing blinked: You only said that you would provide a sleep-to-bed service, but you didn't mention a wake-up service.

But she didn't dare to talk back directly, and said very smoothly: "Then I'll wait for you next time."

Murong Xue said "hmm".

I always felt that Capibala's already somewhat disgusted expression became even more disgusted, and he even shook it gently and slowly, knocking down the Jenga on his head.

"It turns out we can't just keep stacking it up." Murong Xue's tone was slightly disappointed.

"Maybe my cervical spine can't take it." Song Pingqing didn't have any regrets or disappointment, and his emotions were as stable as a copy and paste of Capibala.

Song Pingqing stood up and clapped his hands to shake off the dust on his palms: "So why did you wake up so early in the morning to find me?"

"I really liked the story you told me last night, but I fell asleep before I finished it."

Murong Xue also stood up: "Or can you tell me again?"

"Listening to a bedtime story in broad daylight?" Song Pingqing was stunned for a moment.

Song Pingqing has always felt that he has a very young mentality, but at this moment a big question popped up in his mind: Do kids nowadays like this?

"You can write it down and send it to me. I want to draw it into a picture book." Murong Xue walked to the faucet and washed her hands, using double the amount of hand sanitizer. "I think this story is very cute."

Oh...that makes sense.

"...Thank you. If you think it's cute, it means the marketing is halfway to success." Song Pingqing watched her wash her hands and suddenly felt that his hands didn't seem to be very clean either, so he simply walked over and washed his hands as well.

Sure enough, when two people get along for a long time, their behavioral habits will become more and more similar.