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

"Why do you suddenly want to go back to Jincheng now? I remember that our father is not at home this week?" Song Pingqing thought that Murong Xue was just going back to Jincheng and was a little surprised. "Or do you have something else to do?"

It seems that President Murong Ba went to Beijing to attend some meeting.

Facing Song Pingqing's puzzled look, Murong Xue coughed lightly and said, "I do have something to do, but I also want to visit your house."

"Why are you going to my house?" Song Pingqing was even more confused. "Is there anything fun in my house?"

If you want to eat clay pot stew, you should go to a restaurant.

"Didn't you tell me last week that your sister could call me sister? I'm quite curious." Murong Xue said, "I haven't seen a child who has just learned to speak."

It turned out to be the case.

"Okay, I'll take you back to play with Xiuxiu." Song Pingqing smiled and thought to himself: It turns out that when you say go back with me, you mean go back to my home!

Song Pingqing naively thought that Murong Xue didn't have a younger sister, so she wanted to go to his house to play with Xiuxiu.

If this was an ordinary child, Song Pingqing really wouldn't dare to let Murong Xue go.

Who can guarantee that the little baby and the young lady won’t hurt each other?

But Song Qixiu was different.

She's very smart. She was definitely a child raised by Song Pingqing. There's no problem with her emotional intelligence.

Perhaps because she really liked Song Qixiu, Murong Xue insisted on turning to Wanmu Commercial Plaza on the way back.

"I'm going to your house to see your sister, I can't go empty-handed." Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing into the mall, "So I have to buy something for your sister, right?"

"What does a one-year-old kid like her know?"

It's not that Song Pingqing wanted to say this out of politeness, but Murong Xue's attitude of "I must empty the shopping mall" is too intimidating.

"The child is very sensible!" Murong Xue picked up a small piece of clothing and showed it to Song Pingqing, "Is this pretty?"

"It looks good." Song Pingqing looked at the pink plaid skirt, the corners of his mouth twitched. He had already realized that Murong Xue treated Xiuxiu as a doll.

Xiuxiu will definitely cooperate, but this dress...

Song Pingqing reminded: "But this dress is not for a one-year-old child. It is for younger babies."

When an excellent salesperson hears Song Pingqing say this, he will realize that the two kids are indeed here to consume, and immediately put on a standard service smile:

"What age of child is this for?"

"One year and two months old." Murong Xue's reaction to Xiuxiu's age was actually faster than Song Pingqing's.

He looks one year and two months old, but he has an oversized soul inside.

Watching the shopping guide helping Murong Xue pick out clothes, Song Pingqing followed behind slowly: "Don't buy too many of the same size, or they will be too small before you can wear them. Children grow very fast."

"I'd love to." Murong Xue said this, but she put down the small dress and picked up the same dress that was two sizes larger.

The mouth is too upright.

After wandering around the maternity and baby store for a long time and buying a lot of things, Murong Xue was about to go downstairs to leave when her attention was suddenly attracted by another store.

It was a shop with a very dreamy decoration, a starry night theme, and the window was filled with clumsy and cute dolls.

The name Dream Keeper is very familiar, and the shape was even designed by the eldest lady herself.

Song Pingqing was a little confused when he saw Murong Xue suddenly stop. It was not until he followed her gaze that he slowly said, "Oh, you are looking at this. It has been open for two months and the sales are not bad."

A small doll is priced at 391 yuan, a medium one at 698 yuan, and a large one at 888 yuan. The price of a large doll is equivalent to half a month's salary for many people, but there are still many people who buy it at such a price.

Song Pingqing originally had no hope for such a playful behavior, but as Zhao Lei was her assistant, he had to cover all aspects in his report and inevitably mentioned the operation of the Dream Keeper.

After all, there are still many rich people, and those who keep their dreams not only make money, but they also make quite a lot of money.

The professional manager chosen by Murong Xue is quite capable.

"Do you want to go in and take a look?" Seeing that Murong Xue's eyes were fixed on that place, Song Pingqing suggested, "It just so happens that I haven't been there yet."

Murong Xue shook her head and rejected the proposal: "No, I'm going to your house to see your sister first. I also want to eat the earthen pot stew made by grandma."

"You really love clay pot stew deeply." Song Pingqing sighed. As expected, whenever Murong Xue said she wanted to come to the Song family, she would never miss the classic old-fashioned clay pot stew made by Mrs. Song.

I really don’t know whether this person wants to come to her house to play or to eat clay pot stew.

When Song Pingqing and Murong Xue entered the door together, they were followed by three bodyguards carrying large and small bags.

Xu Jinmei was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly invited everyone to come in and sit down.

I did hear that my daughter was going to bring Murong Xue back, but she didn't say she would bring so many things.

Song Pingqing pulled Murong Xue straight to the bedroom, changed into casual clothes, washed his hands and face, and then went downstairs to pick up Xiuxiu.

Song Qixiu lay on the ground, looking at his two sisters in front of him, opened his mouth wide and let out a few "ah" sounds.

Is it popular to get one free when you look for a sister these days?

Xiuxiu grabbed Song Pingqing's trouser leg and tried to stand up and climb up.

Song Pingqing reached out and picked up the little kid, holding her up like a doll, and brought her in front of Murong Xue: "Look, a child~"

Murong Xue and Song Qixiu both felt that Song Pingqing was calling the other a child.

At this moment, facing the adorable Xiuxiu who was staring at her with wide eyes, Murong Xue had completely forgotten how her nickname came about. She just thought that this child was so cute and well-behaved, and she really deserved to be Song Pingqing's sister.

“Isn’t it cute?”

Listening to Song Pingqing's boastful and proud tone, Murong Xue chuckled: "Yeah, cute, cute."

Murong Xue stayed at the Song family for one night and went to do her own things the next day.

Song Pingqing was still thinking about talking to Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei, but when he asked, he found out that Song Dashan was not at home.

"Workers have Saturdays and Sundays off, but bosses don't have weekends off. They have to go to the logistics company at six o'clock." Xu Jinmei held little Xiuxiu in her arms, patted her gently, and explained to Song Pingqing,

"Since the family reunion party, more and more people have come to our family to seek cooperation, and the logistics companies and 4S stores are doing very good business."

"Although there are only a few more franchisees at the 4S store, the business is doing well. There are many bulk purchase orders, most of which are business reception vehicles."

"The logistics company is doing really well. They have signed several more big orders this year, and their business volume has almost doubled."

Seeing Song Pingqing seemed to be thinking about something, Xu Jinmei asked, "Are there some orders and customers that are not very suitable? Just speak up."