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

Only after Song Pingqing had recovered from the incident did Murong Xue speak again: "Next, let's settle another account."

Song Pingqing's nerves, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up immediately. He blinked and looked at Murong Xue blankly: "Anything else?"

Murong Xue has taken the initiative to talk to me, so shouldn't the matter be over?

"Huh? Don't you know what it is?" Murong Xue couldn't help laughing, watching her pretending to be stupid.

"What's the matter?" Song Pingqing continued to play dumb.

"Still pretending! You only know how to pretend." Murong Xue was so angry that she reached out to twist her face.

"Ouch, ouch." Song Pingqing cried out in pain.

"If you become an actor, the dramas you shoot will definitely be better than Hu Lailai." Murong Xue squeezed her and sat next to her, "Tell me about your experience in the game."

"After the incident with Song Wen, you've been training even more frantically than before. I know what you're thinking, Brother Zhuang Han or you."

Song Pingqing was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the small sofa.

Murong Xue is a smart person.

"I don't tell you because I think you know it." Murong Xue squeezed Song Pingqing's hand hard, venting the anger in her heart.

"But watching you play a game really piss me off!"

"Why are you fighting so hard? Do we need you to fight so hard for a family like ours? Are bodyguards just there to eat and do nothing? Is it your turn to fight with others?"

In more than two years of companionship, Murong Xue had never said so many words in one breath like she did today. Although every word was a criticism, every word was also full of concern.

"I don't believe you didn't see why I was angry. It's been almost a month, Song Pingqing! It's been almost a month!"

Now that her full name is out, it's clear that Murong Xue is really angry this time.

"You know exactly why I'm angry, but you're still gritting your teeth and refusing to give me an explanation. You just think I won't complain and kick you out, right?"

Song Pingqing hadn't been scolded like this by someone pointing at his head for at least several decades. He blushed and was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that Murong Xue was really angry, she reached out to pull her: "Brother Zhuang Han may think so, but I really didn't train like that just to be a bodyguard."

"Besides, can our Miss Murong still be without a bodyguard?"

"You..." Murong Xue was so angry that she couldn't speak.

“I really like it.”

This time the awkwardness lasted for so long that Song Pingqing could only honestly say, "It has nothing to do with anything else. I really like this sport and want to do my best to learn it well."

"I really... I really... How come I ended up with a sister like you." Murong Xue lay on the sofa helplessly, not saying anything for a long time.

Song Pingqing tried to pull her hand, but was pushed away.

Pull it again and get dumped again.

Song Pingqing shamelessly lashed out and simply hugged Murong Xue's arm and refused to let go: "Oh, I know you love me very much. Sister Xue'er, good sister."

Murong Xue pulled her arm several times but failed to pull it free. After a long while, she could only say helplessly: "You are so annoying."

"I don't want to watch your games anymore." Murong Xue said, "It's uncomfortable to watch, really."

Being able to take a step back and pretend not to see is already the limit for Miss Murong.

"Oh... I knew you were the best."

The next day, the two of them resumed their former intimacy, continuing to walk arm in arm, whispering to each other and doing activities together.

Wu Qiming couldn't help but sigh: "Girls, girls, it's really hard to figure them out."

Although he no longer saw Hu Lailai, the particularly offensive guy, in school, Gu Zongnian was still somewhat indignant: "This method is too gentle! It's not straightforward at all!"

He really didn't understand Murong Xue's intention of having Hu Lailai sent away. In Gu Zongnan's eyes, if someone was unhappy, he should just fight back.

But no one was too lazy to explain to him, so Gu Zongnan could only go home and ask Mrs. Gu.

Mrs. Gu found the little boy's listless look funny, but suddenly an inexplicable sour feeling welled up in her heart.

Gu Zongnan was brought up to be a naughty child who was fearless and fearless, so naturally, the Gu couple hoped that their child would have more carefree happiness in his childhood.

He was only eight years old, but he was led by his friends to explore the deeper meaning behind something.

Mrs. Gu thought about it and decided to tell Gu Zongnan what she had guessed about Murong Xue's thoughts.

Her guess was almost right. Gu Zongnian was stunned and said after a long while: "Then the eldest brother didn't say anything. Does it mean that she also agrees with the Murong family's sister's approach?"

"What do you think?" Mrs. Gu looked at Gu Zongnan with eyes full of pity as if she were looking at a fool.

Gu Zongnian hugged the pillow and looked at his father Gu who was sitting silently on the other side of the sofa: "Is there no way to vent your anger?"

"Do you still remember Shen Ci, the youngest son of the Shen family? The one you learned to ride horses with when you were little." Old Man Gu asked him.

"Of course I remember. He was in the same class with big brother and the others. Hu Lailai often bullied him. He even had a fiancé." Gu Zongnan was very impressed. He had indeed seen Hu Lailai ordering Shen Ci around more than once.

"Humph, everyone in their family is like that. They flatter the powerful and look down on the weak, and they hurt people in the back the most." Mrs. Gu's tone was full of disgust.

Old Man Gu glanced at Mrs. Gu and signaled her not to say this in front of the children.

"We used to treat you like a child, but the fact that you came home to ask about this proves that you are growing up. Mom and Dad are both at home resting today, so I'll talk to you a little more."

"The Shen family went bankrupt because they were too close to the Hu family. I thought they were a good match and could become in-laws, but I never thought that the other party wanted more than just a relationship from the beginning."

"This is also the reason why your mother and I have never considered finding a fiancée for you. Compared to the tit-for-tat between rivals, the betrayal between relatives is more unexpected."

"But wasn't Shen Ci snatched away by Hu Lailai in public at Sister Murong's birthday party?" Gu Zongnan was puzzled.

"Who knows why?" Father Gu curled his lips, "Could it be that the Shen family has some hidden treasure?"

"Your father didn't tell you these things so that you could listen to gossip." Mrs. Gu glared at Old Man Gu, meaning that you were going off topic.

"Your father means that, instead of offending such a villain and fighting him to the death, it is better to put him aside. Out of sight, out of mind."

The Wu family was very decisive in this matter. They recommended several scripts to the triumphant Hu, including a script about a palace princess, a script about a spy hero, and so on.

The recommended scripts were not big productions, but the characters recommended to Hu Lailai were mainly about noble status or lofty image, which made Hu Lailai want to play the next one after finishing one, and he simply couldn't bear to refuse.

This actually delayed Hu Lailai for a whole semester.

The New Year holiday is about to begin. Although the family's financial situation is better this year, Song Pingqing still has to save money for starting a business next year, so the family of three bought a soft sleeper to return home.

Alas, after all, there is no discount on air tickets at this time. A round-trip ticket for a family of three is equivalent to almost two months' salary of Song Pingqing.

When it comes to money, you should save and spend it where necessary.

When Old Mrs. Song and Old Mr. Song saw the family of three coming back together, they were extremely happy, just like last year. They prepared Song Pingqing's favorite clay pot stew, and opened a bottle of white wine, and the two of them started drinking.

"This year, we bought a house in Jincheng!" It was not until this moment that Song's father told his parents the news of buying a house.

When Mr. Song heard this, his hands trembled and the wine in his glass spilled out: "What? Why did you come up with such a big idea? Why didn't you tell my family about such a big thing as buying a house?"

"I'm just afraid that you'll worry and have to pay for it." Father Song quickly added more wine to his old father's glass.

Facing the interrogative looks from his father and mother, Song's father said, "We didn't buy a new house, but a second-hand one. We spent 390,000 yuan on it. The original decoration was very good, and we bought furniture in July."

"Why do you suddenly want to buy a house?" Old Mrs. Song was puzzled.

"I want to take you and dad to a big city to enjoy life." Song's father said with a smile, "The city is so nice, the environment is good, the medical care is good, and you and dad can go around everywhere."

"What about our land? And what about those old neighbors?" Mr. Song was worried. "Oh, I don't want to go there. I don't know anyone there."

"Aren't you going to live in the boss's house? When we get there, will it still be just me and your father living there?" Old Lady Song grasped the key point of the question, "Where is A-Bao? Where will A-Bao live?"

"Abao is studying in Vancouver with the boss's child and lives in the school." Xu Jinmei said.

"Then what are we going to do there? To look at houses." Old Mrs. Song waved her hands quickly, "No, no, it would be so boring if we went there."

"You really have to look at the house, grandma." Song Pingqing began to stir up trouble. "Think about it, our house is so expensive and the furniture is so good. What if someone sees that no one lives there and occupies our house?"

"Yes, mom. That house is worth 400,000 yuan. Don't you want to try living in a house worth 400,000 yuan?"

Old Man Song said with embarrassment: "Oh, I heard that this house will be demolished in a few years. If we don't know the neighbors by then, what will we do if we lose money?"

"Demolition?" Old Lady Song slapped her thigh. "I've heard that you can get several houses as compensation!"

"Of course! This news is accurate. We should buy a house in a hurry."

"Houses in Jinshi are getting more expensive every year. The house we just bought has already increased by 30,000 yuan."

"You can't pay for it."

"Where did you get this information from? Is it reliable?" Old Mrs. Song was a little worried. "Why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

Suddenly I knew that my child had a house in Jincheng, and suddenly I knew that the house could be demolished.

Fortunately, the old couple had good hearts, otherwise they would have been too excited after hearing the two pieces of news and wouldn’t have been able to celebrate the New Year.

"It's definitely reliable, just trust me!" Song's father vowed, "Isn't this for Abao to stay in Jincheng in the future? We will feel at ease if we have a house."

The couple sang the same tune, coaxing and persuading each other, and Song Pingqing acted coquettishly from time to time to add fuel to the fire, and finally persuaded the old couple, but they insisted to wait until next May Day to go.

"We have to inform all our relatives and friends before we leave, and we still have those lands." Old Mrs. Song's reason was impeccable.

After thinking it over, they decided that a few months wouldn't make a difference, and it would be better to keep the newly bought furniture for a while longer. So Song's father and mother stopped persuading them and agreed decisively.

Chinese New Year is all about eating, drinking, having fun, watching the Spring Festival Gala, setting off firecrackers and playing mahjong. Time flies by in a flash.

By the beginning of the new semester, Song Pingqing's height had grown again, reaching 1.42 meters.

Song Pingqing was originally one of the taller students in the class, and now he looked even more obviously pointed while sitting in the classroom.

"Wow, I haven't seen you for a month, and you've grown taller again." Wu Qiming said this with envy in his tone. Boys develop late, and he is only about 1.3 meters tall now, almost a head shorter than Song Pingqing.

"It's true! Why do you grow so fast?" Liu Junxi was only slightly taller than Wu Qiming, and she was envious of Song Pingqing's height.

"Maybe it's because I insist on drinking milk before going to bed every day." Song Pingqing said nonsense casually, which earned a cold look from Murong Xue.

"Okay! It's decided! From now on, I will drink milk with my brother before going to bed every night!" Gu Zongnan is really easy to fool.

"Me too!" Wu Qiming was also fooled.

"Why would you, a lactose intolerant person, lie to them?" Murong Xue couldn't stand it anymore and asked Song Pingqing quietly.

"Then I can just say I don't know why I'm so tall." Song Pingqing leaned over and muttered, "That makes me, as a big brother, look so unreliable."

"I called you brother and you're out of breath." Murong Xue was speechless, "Can you be more ambitious and let people call you Mr. Song in the future?"

"The name Song Dong sounds like a middle-aged greasy man with a big belly." Song Pingqing complained, "In the future I must let them call me Qing Dong, it sounds so nice."

"You are still an antique from the Qing Dynasty." Murong Xue couldn't help but chuckle, "You need to work hard, Mr. Qing. You need to work hard to make yourself more valuable than antiques from the Qing Dynasty."

"Well, after not seeing you for a winter vacation, you've become a bad person." Song Pingqing reached out to tickle her.

They were not the only ones in this small group who praised Song Pingqing for having grown taller during the winter vacation.

Even some teachers and senior students would sigh and say "Pingqing has grown taller again" when they saw Song Pingqing.

After so many times, it was hard for Song Pingqing not to think of a classic line from a classic TV series in his previous life: "The Third Prince has grown taller again."

Thinking of the script that he had been working on for a year but had not yet finished, Song Pingqing sighed deeply.

It is too difficult to replicate "The Stories of Zhen Huan" in the new world, but no matter how difficult it is, you have to keep going. After all, who can resist such delicious electronic pickled mustard tuber?

This script was originally intended as a return gift to Wu Qiming for inquiring about the demolition news, but unexpectedly, this return gift was delayed for a whole year.

She must get this thing out this year! Try to eat electronic mustard tuber soon! ! !