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

This separate ear clip has an asymmetrical shape, with a fox head and tail the size of a pinky fingernail on each side.

I don’t know what kind of craftsmanship was used, but the texture is smooth and delicate, and even under the soft light of the bedroom, it can reflect a very bright light.

Song Pingqing took it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a few times, and gradually had some guesses in his mind.

Looking at the shape of the fox's chin and the upturned corners of its eyes, it looks like the style of Murong Xue's past doodles of foxes and tigers.

After putting it on, Song Pingqing looked at herself carefully in the makeup mirror for a moment and was very satisfied.

He excitedly knocked on Murong Xue's door, but unexpectedly Murong Xue was not there.

"Aunt Zhang, where's Xue'er?"

The two of them were having breakfast together an hour ago, how come they disappeared in the blink of an eye?

"The eldest lady went out and said she had a dinner party tonight." Aunt Zhang was preparing lunch.

"Oh……"

She is so busy.

Song Pingqing's steps back into the house were not as brisk as before.

However, even though Murong Xue was not there, Song Pingqing did not take off the ear clip, but just went back to his room and did his homework obediently.

Humph, what’s so great about attending a dinner party? The one who finishes all the homework in advance is the real god.

Once you all start doing your homework, I, grandma, will start playing!

With such a vengeful mentality, Song Pingqing wrote his homework very quickly today.

Well, the accuracy rate is not bad.

The lunch that Aunt Zhang made today was beef rice, which was very beautiful both in taste and presentation, but it was a pity that only Song Pingqing and Shen Ci could enjoy it at home.

Song Pingqing had just mixed the rice and was about to put a spoonful of it into his mouth when his cell phone rang.

I have to say it, but I really hate phone calls during meal times. It really affects my mood for eating.

Song Pingqing wanted to hang up, but when he picked up the phone, he saw Xu Jinmei.

Ah... I still have to give face to my mother.

So I pressed the answer button decisively.

As soon as I answered the phone, Song Qixiu's babyish voice came from the other end, and even the words were not clearly pronounced: "Sister, sister!"

Song Pingqing's expression changed instantly.

Song Qixiu is now one year and two months old. It is time for him to start being addressed.

Not hearing Song Pingqing's response, Song Qixiu cried out again: "Sister."

This time Song Pingqing was happy, and raised the corners of his mouth happily: "Hey!"

Shen Ci, who was sitting opposite Song Pingqing, watched the whole process of Song Pingqing's expression from displeasure, to expressionless face, to slight confusion, and then to a look of joy.

Shen Ci: Brother, your mind changes so quickly.

After hearing Song Pingqing's words, Xu Jinmei's voice finally rang out from the other end of the phone: "Does it sound good?"

"Of course it sounds nice when Xiuxiu calls you that." When talking about Xiuxiu, Song Pingqing's tone became exceptionally gentle.

I learned from Baimao Tiandao that after Song Pingqing in his previous life passed away, Song Qixiu was sad for a very long time. Almost until her death, the only thing he was thinking about in his mind was whether he would be able to see his grandmother soon.

Song Qixiu was greatly influenced by Song Pingqing. When he was a minor, he followed Song Pingqing to do charity work. After he became an adult, he did charity work on his own. Day after day, year after year, he accumulated a lot of merits.

After consulting Song Qixiu, Baimao Tiandao took away all the merits she had accumulated and allowed her to renew her relationship with Song Pingqing.

Although she is no longer a granddaughter, the identity of a biological sister is also good. At least they are truly connected by blood in this life.

When Song Pingqing learned that Song Qixiu had followed him to this world just for him, he really wanted to ask Baimao Tiandao out and beat him up.

You really want him to grab the souls of their whole family and tear them apart, right?

Now, even though Song Qixiu calls her sister instead of grandma, Song Pingqing is still very happy.

But Xu Jinmei's voice sounded a little sour.

"I just mentioned to her a few times that she should learn from her sister, but the first person she called out was her sister." Xu Jinmei rambled, "Mom and Dad have been teaching her for two months, but she still hasn't learned it."

Song Pingqing chuckled and guessed what Xiuxiu was thinking.

Song Qixiu probably wanted to wait until Song Pingqing went home during the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays to tell him the answer in person, but he didn't expect that Song Pingqing didn't go home during these two holidays this year, so he had to look for a breakthrough from Xu Jinmei.

Song Qixiu: No one can stop me from calling you sister first.

"There's nothing I can do. Xiuxiu likes the gifts I gave her so much." Song Pingqing said jokingly.

Song Pingqing indeed bought a lot of things for Song Qixiu.

In addition to filigree inlaid necklaces, there are also small gold bracelets, peace lockets, bean pods, etc. that babies can wear, not to mention those expensive children's toys.

Whenever Murong Xue took Song Pingqing out shopping, Song Pingqing would swipe his credit card to buy something suitable, no matter how expensive or cheap it was.

"You haven't been home for three months. When do you plan to come back?" Xu Jinmei asked.

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "Next week. I have a monthly exam next week and I can leave after the exam on Friday. I can stay home one more night."

After hanging up the phone, Song Pingqing finally stuffed the somewhat cold beef rice into his mouth.

Ah~it’s still delicious.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Murong Xue returned home wearing a white evening dress, looking a little tired.

Song Pingqing was originally sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a magazine and waiting for her. When he heard the door open, he walked over to greet her. However, he was surprised that Murong Xue was wearing so thin. His tone was inevitably a little stern:

"You're wearing this kind of clothes in this kind of weather?"

"Didn't your personal bodyguard forget to get you a coat?"

Murong Xue was changing her shoes when she raised her eyes and met Song Pingqing's gaze that was half concerned and half disapproving.

The pair of fox ear clips on the earlobes still shone brightly even under the dim light in the entrance hall.

Murong Xue changed into slippers and stood up. Before she could say anything, Song Pingqing had already wrapped his home robe around her.

While wrapping his clothes tightly around himself, Song Pingqing pinched Murong Xue's exposed forearm and said, "You're freezing cold. Don't tell me you're not cold."

"Okay, it's actually not cold." Murong Xue said this, but wrapped herself tightly around the clothes that Song Pingqing had put on her.

After all, the indoor temperature of the places they attend will be strictly controlled. At most, it will be a little colder when they are waiting for the car to pick them up or when they get off the car.

"You said you're not cold. Don't you know that your period is coming soon?"

Song Pingqing noticed Murong Xue's little move and turned to the kitchen: "Go back to the room and change your clothes. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold."

"What soup?" Murong Xue's expression was not very good.

As expected, not many children can accept the taste of ginger.

Song Pingqing said in a cold tone: "Ginger soup."

"you dare!"

Murong Xue was furious, which resulted in Song Pingqing saying calmly: "If you dare not drink it, forget about the milk tea tomorrow."