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

Song Pingqing reached out and untied the laces of Murongxue's white sneakers: "If these shoes rub your feet, tell me. At worst, we can buy another pair of Crocs."

Murongxue was startled by Song Pingqing's action: "Why are you helping me change my shoes with your own hands?!"

"What else?" Song Pingqing said without raising his head, "There's no place to sit nearby."

You can't ask the bodyguard to change her shoes, right?

Even if the bodyguard doesn't mind, Song Pingqing doesn't believe that the young lady doesn't mind.

Besides, as friends, isn’t it normal for them to lend a hand like this?

Zhao Lei, the person who was the best at observing Song Pingqing's words and expressions, heard Song Pingqing say this, and very tactfully stepped forward and stretched out his arm, allowing Murong Xue to hold his forearm to keep his balance.

Murong Xue blushed: "Don't do this next time!"

Song Pingqing had no idea what she was feeling awkward about and stood up: "Okay, okay, I won't do this next time. I'll carry you on my back next time."

Now the tips of Murong Xue's ears also turned red.

You can't blame Murong Xue for feeling uneasy. It's just that children from wealthy families have always been surrounded by assistants, nannies and bodyguards since they were young. Even at school, there are life teachers to help deal with things. Any worker can help with this kind of thing, but not her friends.

After all, we all come from wealthy families. No matter how big the gap in family background is, there is no reason to ask others to change your shoes for you.

In Murong Xue's eyes, asking people in the circle to change shoes for you is simply bullying.

Murong Xue was embarrassed and angry that Song Pingqing would lower himself to do such a thing.

However, Song Pingqing didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, and even thought that this behavior was quite normal.

You are my good friend. The shoes you are wearing are inconvenient and there is no place to change shoes. What's wrong with me squatting down to help you change your shoes?

This time, there is really a difference between the two people's perceptions of friends.

Murong Xue stared at Song Pingqing, as if she was trying to say something to change the situation.

But Song Pingqing didn't even look at her. He was busy putting Murong Xue's white shoes into a shoe box and handing it to the bodyguard, and then took the disinfectant wipes from Zhao Lei to wipe his hands.

After everything was handled properly, Song Pingqing reached out his hand to Murong Xue again: "Wipe it clean, we can hold hands now."

Seeing her being so frank, Murong Xue was completely confused: ??? No? Is this really my problem?

Murong Xue was led by Song Pingqing and walked a few steps. Although the shoes on her feet felt very ordinary and even a little difficult to wear, the size was very suitable.

"The shoe size is perfect." Murong Xue usually spoke frankly, but this time she was unusually shy.

"Well, they are just new shoes, and the shoes sold at street stalls are sometimes not very comfortable to wear. Be sure to tell me if they rub your feet," Song Pingqing reminded.

Murong Xue said "hmm" and then asked, "How do you know what size I wear?"

"Why don't I know what size you wear?" Song Pingqing wondered.

As a person who is responsible for packing Murong Xue's luggage every time she goes out, she must know the sizes of all types of Murong Xue's clothes clearly and choose the appropriate clothes according to the needs of the trip.

Isn’t this the basic skill of a follower?

"But I don't know yours?" Murong Xue continued to ask.

"That's because I packed all the luggage." Song Pingqing replied.

Murong Xue: I understand. It’s time to hire a few life assistants for us.

"Oh." Murong Xue agreed, "Then what are these Crocs you mentioned just now? Why would you wear shoes with holes in them?"

That's a funny thing to say.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly: "Croco shoes, they are good stuff!"

Murong Xue soon stopped caring about Song Pingqing changing her shoes because her attention was quickly attracted by other things.

The hustle and bustle of the night market is completely different from that of the shopping mall. Murong Xue was interested in it for a while, but then she couldn't walk after smelling the pork tenderloin sandwich.

However, Song Pingqing absolutely didn't dare to let Murong Xue eat food outside, especially from such a small stall.

It’s not that the small street stalls are necessarily unclean, but there is no such thing as “you won’t get sick if you eat something unclean” in this world. They have always been very particular about what they eat.

That problem might not be a big deal for others, but for Murong Xue, it would probably trigger a series of gastrointestinal reactions.

Song Pingqing obviously had not forgotten the tragic lesson he learned when he watched the entrepreneurship competition organized by Yanque School in Anshi last time, but ended up getting gastroenteritis because of a bag of spicy strips.

So in the face of Murongxue's curiosity, Song Pingqing's answer was very consistent: "I'll make it for you when we get back."

The worst that can happen is just buying a phone.

right.

Murong Xue saw Song Pingqing's dilemma and could only divert his attention forcibly.

But it’s not that forced. After all, there is no shortage of things in the night market that can attract the young lady’s attention.

For example, right now, Murong Xue was staring at those big geese in a trance.

“Are there still geese for sale at the night market?”

It's really hard to imagine that a tsundere would actually make such an exclamation.

Song Ping took a quick look and said, "Ring toss, do you want to play?"

In addition to the big goose, there are also cats, rabbits and dogs. The difference is that the big goose is outside the cage, while the others are inside the cage.

Finally, there is something to experience. When Murong Xue heard Song Pingqing ask her this, she immediately nodded.

Song Pingqing asked the price and bought a circle for fifty yuan.

Although these geese have been trained and will not be easily caught, the children have been craving for them but cannot eat them, so let them play if they want.

Anyway, my family doesn't need that little money.

Song Pingqing stood beside Murong Xue holding a bunch of hoops. Every time Murong Xue threw one out, she would pass one over.

It’s not that Murong Xue has never played ring toss before. There are similar things in the Shumi Amusement Park, but the thing on the stall is that the animals being caught are living things.

Murong Xue lost.

A group of geese shrank back.

Even though she had never played this kind of street stall goose catching game before, Murong Xue was able to figure out the tricks after just one look.

The eldest lady widened her eyes, seeming a little incredulous, and looked at Song Pingqing.

The look in his eyes clearly said, "How is this different from fraud?"

That is indeed no different from fraud.

Song Pingqing smiled and handed her five rings: "Try throwing a handful."

Murong Xue threw a handful out.

A group of geese shrank back in unison again.

Murong Xue uttered a very low sneer, as if to say: "Big Goose, you have successfully attracted my attention."

Song Pingqing stuffed another handful of dough in.

Zhao Lei observed the expression and bought another circle worth 100 yuan.

Song Pingqing passed the ring to Murong Xue, and Zhao Lei immediately passed the ring to Song Pingqing's arms.

The young lady lost, lost, lost. The goose swished, swished. The stall owner was very happy.

Song Pingqing continued to indulge the eldest lady's mischief: As I said, it's not that we can't afford the money. If the child is happy, then let her play.