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

Song Pingqing was a little upset when she pinched his face: "Then are you going to stay at my house tonight?"

After such dinners, Murong Xue always needed some extra company and comfort. It had almost become a tacit understanding between the two of them without requiring any further words.

"Not necessarily. I'll send you a message before nine o'clock." Murong Xue couldn't help but feel a headache when she thought of this. "I'll give you a definite answer then."

"Okay." Song Pingqing walked to the car door and saw Murong Xue's dim eyes. He couldn't bear it and said, "If you come, I will make fried chicken strips for you tomorrow."

"Fried chicken fillet."

Thinking of the golden and crispy fried chicken fillets coated with breadcrumbs, which made a rustling sound when shaken slightly... Murong Xue's eyes immediately became brighter than before, and she looked more energetic.

"Well, didn't you tell me a few days ago that you wanted to eat the delicious food at the night market? It just so happens that I have time to make it now that I am on holiday."

Song Pingqing's way of coaxing Murong Xue was really like a grandmother's: making drinks for her, making food for her, and making food and drinks for her.

"I'll make you a cup of sweet tea to go with it."

"it is good!"

This answer seemed much more confident.

Murong Xue stretched out her little finger: "Pin it."

"Isn't it childish? This is something that children who have just entered primary school can play with." Although he said this, Song Pingqing still stretched out his hand to Murong Xue, "Okay, okay, pinky promise."

The young lady was satisfied then, and her back looked much more energetic as she turned around and went back to the villa.

Song Pingqing looked at her figure and sighed quietly in his heart: She is still a child, she is growing up too hastily.

Wu Lide put his hands on the steering wheel and looked at Song Pingqing's expression in the rearview mirror: "Miss Song, you haven't sent me the address yet."

Gan.

Song Pingqing quickly took out his cell phone and sent the address.

How can a person fall twice in the same place? !

I simply copied a copy of the address to Murong Xue immediately to avoid forgetting it again.

Before Murong Xue walked into the room, she saw the message sent by Song Pingqing. The address looked familiar. Murong Xue stood there thinking for a moment and made a phone call.

Well, I hope Song Pingqing will like the moving "surprise" she gave him.

The new house the Song family moved into was a villa that was twice as big as the previous one.

If in the past one could buy and live in a house as long as he had money, buying this house requires capital verification and a guarantee.

This house is much closer to Murong's villa than the previous one, and it is only half an hour's drive away.

It will be more convenient if you want to move back and forth in the future.

What shocked Song Pingqing even more was that there was an old acquaintance living in the same villa complex - Song Jinyan.

When Song Pingqing walked into the living room carrying a suitcase and saw Song Jinyan sitting on the sofa drinking tea, he was completely stunned.

I must have come to the right place. This should be her Song family. Why is Song Jinyan here too?

Song Pingqing jumped out immediately and looked at the number marked on the door, fearing that he had gone to the wrong place.

"Pingqing is still full of energy."

Seeing Song Pingqing's series of continuous and targeted movements, Song Jinyan had no idea what she was thinking.

"Why are you here?" Song Pingqing was confused.

"Why can't it be here?" Old Mrs. Song and Old Man Song were also sitting on the sofa, chatting enthusiastically with Song Jinyan.

Seeing Song Pingqing coming back, Old Lady Song immediately greeted her happily: "Come over quickly, Jinyan came to see you specifically."

Song Pingqing was not surprised by how Old Lady Song addressed Song Jinyan. After all, they all had the surname Song, so she really couldn't call him "Little Song, Little Song".

But why did Song Jinyan come to see her specifically?

Song Pingqing walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at Song Jinyan with some confusion: "What's the matter?"

Song Jinyan put down the teacup, looked at Song Pingqing and said with a smile: "Xue'er called me just now and said that you haven't been getting enough sleep recently. Come, let uncle take your pulse."

Murong Xue: I hope Pingqing will like the "surprise" I prepared for her.

It was quite a surprise, almost turning into a shock.

"How come you come to my house faster than I go home?" It had only been half an hour since Song Pingqing sent the address to Murong Xue.

Song Jin said something shocking: "How many steps does it take to put an elephant in a refrigerator?"

What the hell is the problem?? What's up?

Song Pingqing replied expressionlessly: "Three steps, open the door, lock the elephant in, and close the door. Are you teasing me on purpose?"

Song Pingqing has heard this brain teaser so many times in his two lifetimes.

Among them, Song Qixiu told it the most times when he was a child in his previous life. Wherever he heard a brain teaser, he would bring it home and tell it to her over and over again dozens of times.

He has to deceive her every time before he gives up.

"My steps to come to your house are the same." Fortunately, Song Jinyan did not have such childish tastes. He just smiled and stretched out his hand to feel the pulse. "Open my door, walk to your house, and enter. Three steps."

"Are we living so close now?" Song Pingqing was shocked.

Song Jinyan's medical skills were passed down from generation to generation in his family. He felt Song Pingqing's pulse with both hands at the same time, so he had no way to point out the direction: "Live in the building east of your house."

In this villa area, the distance between villas is about five to six hundred meters. According to Song Jinyan's statement, his home is indeed not far from Song Pingqing's home.

Is it a coincidence?

Song Pingqing was thinking about it when Song Jinyan added, "I was the one who helped you get this house."

Sure enough, people don’t have an extra familiar neighbor for no reason.

There won’t be a bunch of unpalatable Chinese medicine for no reason.

Song Pingqing took the prescription that Song Jinyan had just written and couldn't help but sighed deeply: "Really, thank you."

It is rare to find a good neighbor who is willing to prescribe medicine for others.

"What are you thanking me for?" Song Jinyan still had that smiling face, "We are relatives now."

Although they are distant in blood relationship, they are close in relationship.

The Murong family successfully tied two families with the surname Song together.

Old Lady Song had no idea what the two were talking about. She held the prescription and said happily, "That's perfect. Jinyan just checked my pulse and your grandfather's. Give me the prescription and I'll go get the medicine together."

"...What are you going to do? Give it to me, I'll have someone catch it."

Old Mrs. Song doesn't like riding in cars and doesn't know how to ride an electric bike. It takes her half an hour just to walk out of the villa area. The old lady is old, so it's better to save time on such long walks.

This kind of work can be done by asking Wu Lide to come back and do it.

When Murong Xue came in the evening, what greeted her was the pungent smell of herbs filling the room.

The eldest lady had a very sensitive nose and quickly smelled several very familiar scents, which were somewhat similar to the medicine used by Murong Baba.

Murong Xue's eyes immediately changed when she looked at Song Pingqing: "Such a strong smell of medicine?"

Murong Xue didn't even dare to ask the second half of the sentence: Are you so seriously ill?

The worry in his tone could not be hidden at all.

Song Pingqing said quickly, "Don't worry, it's not all my fault. My grandparents were at home when my uncle came over. He checked their pulses and prescribed some health-preserving prescriptions for them."

Before Song Jinyan left, he kept praising the two elderly people for their good health.

"What about you? Are you okay?" Murong Xue looked Song Pingqing up and down.