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

The Small Commodity City in Urumqi is a good place.

In line with the principle of "being loyal to the trust placed in you", Song Pingqing asked Wu Lide to bring him to Urumqi on the weekend before the event.

What she was looking for were those exotic cups and teapots with exquisite workmanship.

In his previous life, when he was relatively well-off, Song Pingqing once traveled to Western Xinjiang. On the last day of the trip, he went to a teahouse and tried the rose milk tea and rose tea there.

Rose milk tea has a sweet, mellow and fragrant taste that children will definitely love. Purple rose buds and tender pink petals are floating in it.

The rose tea soup is clear and rosy without being dark, and paired with orange-red translucent sugar cubes, it looks good and gives a great user experience.

What Song Pingqing was going to find in Urumqi was tableware that matched these two items.

There are also some more special things that I will not mention for now.

After all, Wen Zhuo’s real purpose was not to set up a stall, but to beat Wen Yue’s stall from the next class.

The news was found out by Wu Qiming, whom Wen Zhuo had never paid much attention to.

The young man was so self-centered about his family background that he thought his close friends wouldn't know unless he told them about it. He never imagined that Wu Qiming, whose family background was far superior to his, was actually a social gangster.

Not long after Wen Zhuo was reluctant to tell the truth that day, Wu Qiming found out the reason behind it.

"No, I found it with great difficulty, you really don't want to listen?" Upon learning that Song Pingqing was completely uninterested in the truth, the disappointment on Wu Qiming's face was obvious.

It’s not that Song Pingqing is not interested, but the main reason is that Song Pingqing has already received such a large sum of money, so it’s embarrassing for him to be more interested.

"Well then." Wu Qiming felt powerless, as if he had strength but nowhere to use it. "Then you just need to know that it has something to do with Wen Yue from the next class. The reason why Wen Zhuo wanted to drag you along was because he wanted to beat Wen Yue."

Since Wu Qiming said this, Song Pingqing couldn't help but ask: "What is Wen Yue going to do?"

"Handmade essential oil soap." Wu Qiming would never take credit for only half of the information he had found. He must have found it thoroughly.

"Wen Yue's family makes daily chemical products, so it's normal for them to want to make handmade soap."

"Then I understand." Song Pingqing just smiled at the time, "It's easy to beat them."

So when Song Pingqing returned to Wen City with bodyguards and a lot of bags and knocked on Wen Zhuo's door, Wen Zhuo was stunned.

"Why did you buy so many things?" Wen Zhuo was about to say something when Song Pingqing threw a stack of papers into his arms, "What are these?"

"Brothers should settle accounts clearly. You are the boss, so of course the reimbursement invoices must be handed over to you."

Although it is not a formal reimbursement process, the necessary ceremony should still be performed.

Wen Zhuo took a quick look and couldn't help but say, "That's just a little money."

Wen Zhuo said as he walked towards the computer: "Send me the account number and I'll transfer it to you right now."

Look, the owners of small stalls are quick in making reimbursements, after all, they don’t need to go through a complete reimbursement process.

"What is this?"

Song Pingqing wanted to follow the rules, so Wen Zhuo naturally would not refuse. He just flipped through the documents one by one and saw "Starry Sky Jumping Ball" written on one of them.

"Oh, it's in that box." Song Pingqing pointed casually, "Open it and see for yourself."

What Song Pingqing was pointing at were two large, flat boxes.

Wen Zhuo took a pair of small scissors from the drawer, walked over and opened it. Inside was neatly packed with balls of varying sizes, and each ball contained a pattern of an asteroid.

Wen Zhuo couldn't help but reach out to compare, the largest ball was almost as big as his fist.

want to.

This was the first thought that flashed through Wen Zhuo's mind after he confirmed the size of the largest bouncing ball.

After realizing his thoughts, Wen Zhuo's body trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on Song Pingqing, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea leisurely:

"You are really a terrifying person."

Why! Why can you control my mind so easily? !

Song Pingqing put down the teacup, looked sideways at Wen Zhuo, pointed at his ear, and said with a half-smile: "I didn't hear it clearly just now, can you say it again?"

There was a threat in her tone: Although grandma has received your "meal ticket" and is doing work for you, you can't easily get rid of her.

Wen Zhuo immediately coughed twice: "I say, my admiration for big brother is as endless as the flowing water of a river..."

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

Some people may not seem to have started any business on the surface, but their ability to grasp the psychology of the target group in marketing is really accurate. Who knows what it will be like when they really start doing business.

"This kind of thing is very common at the entrances of ordinary primary and secondary schools." Song Pingqing interrupted Wen Zhuo's endless flattery, "According to current prices, it usually costs 50 cents to draw once."

But if it is placed in Baihua Academy and tied to the event, it will not be as simple as 50 cents for a draw.

"So?" As long as Wen Zhuo thought about how he could overtake Wen Yue, his eyes were filled with excitement, bright and frightening. "How are you going to make the rules?"

What is going on between this guy and Wen Yue?

Song Pingqing ran from Friday night to Saturday night and was really exhausted. He drank a sip of hot tea and secretly wondered what script these two future infinite flow players would get.

Wen Zhuo saw that Song Pingqing didn't say anything and thought she was deliberately teasing him, but he was better at reading people's faces than Gu Zongnian. Noticing Song Pingqing's tiredness, he immediately pushed the tea and fruit in front of Song Pingqing:

"Brother, you've been running so fast that you didn't have time to eat properly. I'll ask the chef to cook for you. Have some tea and cake first."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Pingqing to respond, he got up and called the cook to get up and prepare a midnight snack.

Once a creature like green tea decides to show its affection, it can really make people feel very comfortable.

Song Pingqing wanted to come back early, so he just bought a pancake from a roadside stall for dinner.

Wen Zhuo wanted to call the cook to get up and make her a bowl of hot rice, otherwise it would be a waste not to eat it.

Anyway, it’s not Zhang Ma who is causing trouble.

Seeing the tea cakes on the table, Song Pingqing no longer disliked their sweetness. He picked up a piece of tea cake stuffed with date paste, took a bite, and before he could swallow it, the doorbell of Wen Zhuo's house rang.

Wen Zhuo hurried over to see: "Who is it so late?"

Seeing who was outside, Wen Zhuo froze and immediately reached out to open the door: "Good sister, why are you here so late?"

Who else could that figure standing at the door be if not Murong Xue in home clothes?

Murong Xue walked up to Song Pingqing who was eating tea and fruit: "What time is it? Why aren't you going home yet?!"

"Come home with me now!"