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

Even if Murong Xue knew that Song Pingqing was a dull person, her words like "I thought there would be handsome men and beautiful women" were really just talk.

But Murong Xue was still somewhat unhappy.

But the person you secretly love can't express these things openly.

Even more unhappy.

Song Pingqing saw that Murongxue was in a bad mood and said, "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue's tone was cold.

Song Pingqing raised his chin and said, "There's ice cream for sale there, do you want some?"

Murong Xue pursed her lips:...Song Pingqing, Song Pingqing, you are making my thoughts seem very dark.

But Murong Xue still nodded: "Eat."

Song Pingqing walked over and turned sideways: "What flavor do you want?"

"Lemon." She said sourly.

"Is it the cone or the ball?" Song Pingqing asked again.

"Ice cream cone." Murong Xue likes crispy ice cream cones very much.

So Song Pingqing bought a lemon cone and a mint chocolate cone and came back.

Murong Xue's gaze drifted inconspicuously to the mint chocolate cone: What's so delicious about this mint chocolate cone?

Only Song Pingqing would like something this non-sweet.

Song Pingqing noticed her little look and thought that Murong Xue wanted to eat mint chocolate ice cream again, so he raised his hands and held the two cones up to a height that Murong Xue could not reach.

Song Pingqing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wildly, like a "villain" who deliberately bullied children: "You are only allowed to eat one."

What is her attitude?

"What's your attitude?!" Murong Xue's eyes were cold, but when she met Song Pingqing's smiling gaze, she wilted and tried to save face, "I just like eating ice cream cones."

Forget it, forget it, let’s not argue with her.

"I want lemon." Murong Xue said.

"Like egg rolls?" Song Pingqing handed her the lemon ones. "Then I'll make some for you before I go out to look at projects."

"Is this made of eggs?" Murong Xue held up the ice cream cone in her hand and looked at it carefully.

"Hmm." Song Pingqing took a bite of ice cream.

"But aren't fried eggs soft?"

"Of course there are other things." Song Pingqing took another bite of ice cream and glanced at Murong Xue observing the egg rolls. He found it a little funny. "Eat it quickly, or it will melt in a while."

"Oh." Murong Xue was more concerned about the ice cream on top. "I want to see you while you make it."

"Sure." Song Pingqing just thought she was just a child, so he was curious.

The standard for delivery of Yipin Mingju houses is fully furnished.

The entrance door is a heavy, sturdy, high-end anti-theft door. The door is 1.8 meters wide and has excellent anti-theft and sound insulation features. It has a beautiful appearance and is equipped with high-end door locks and hardware accessories.

It is on the same level as an ordinary small villa. There are only two keys and new ones cannot be replaced. After confirming that there is no problem with the house and agreeing to stay in it, you still have to record your fingerprints and use the biometric lock.

As soon as she entered the door, Murong Xue said, "I don't like this decoration style. I want to change it."

Song Pingqing: Fortunately, I am slow to speak, otherwise I was about to praise you for your good acting.

"Change."

Professional inspectors are checking everywhere.

Murong Xue said on the side, "This needs to be changed," "This also needs to be changed," and "This kitchen is too ugly."

Only the last sentence did Song Pingqing respond: "Well, the decoration of this kitchen is not very practical."

Murong Xue wanted to say that she didn’t care whether the decoration was practical or not, she just thought it was ugly.

But then he thought about it and realized that Song Pingqing liked to cook, so he nodded: "Even you said so, it seems that it is really not good."

"Oh, it's mainly because I'm tall, and this table is too low for me to operate." Song Pingqing gestured, "This must be changed. It must be raised by at least 15 centimeters."

Murong Xue nodded repeatedly.

I thought to myself: Okay, okay, when I find a designer to do it, I’ll follow this standard!

"What style of house do you want?" Murong Xue asked, "Since you want to design and renovate it, you have to decorate it the way you like."

This sentence silenced Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing stood there thinking for a long time before speaking: "I don't think I have thought about this question."

"Didn't you say before that you also wanted to renovate the old villa your parents bought for you?" Murong Xue was a little confused.

"That kind of thing only needs some furniture." Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "I quite like that hard decoration. It has a good aesthetic and a sense of age, but the large flat is not suitable for that style."

Murong Xue thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to take care of my overseas assets this summer. I'll let the designer meet with you and you can choose one. And he can help me keep an eye on the progress of the decoration."

The house definitely needs to be renovated. Even if the materials are high-end, it will take a few years before you can move in with peace of mind.

Song Pingqing nodded: "What's the time difference between this time and mine?"

"Not necessarily. I have to run back and forth between several places." Murong Xue turned her gaze towards her. "You're already calculating how far I am from you before we even leave?"

Song Pingqing retorted: "That's not the case. I just want to confirm in advance when someone will not reply to messages."

Murong Xue used the name of joking to do the real thing, "pretending" to be disappointed: "I thought you would miss me."

Song Pingqing was totally unaware: "Okay Miss, I will miss you."

Murong Xue pursed her lips, as if she wanted to laugh, but she was restraining herself from laughing.

It's really hard to understand the little girl's conflicting feelings.

"I want to eat egg rolls when I get home today." Murong Xue made a new request.

"Give Zhao Lei some time to find the egg roll machine." Song Pingqing complained.

That’s right, at this moment, Zhao Lei was frantically shuttling through the streets and alleys of the old city with a few of his subordinates.

Egg roll machine, egg roll machine, where can I buy an egg roll machine? !

Zhao Lei: After I changed from a bodyguard to an assistant, although my salary increased, I no longer had any reason to refuse my boss's inexplicable requests.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Zhao Lei finally delivered an egg roll clip to Murong's villa, he ran into Mr. Murong who had just returned home.

President Murong Ba took a look at what he was holding and asked, "What is this?"

"This is what Miss Song wants. It's a machine specifically for making egg rolls."

During the conversation, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had already jumped down from upstairs.

"What are you doing?" President Murong Ba's eyes moved around the two of them, and finally landed on Murong Xue. "What idea have you come up with?"

No one knows a daughter better than her father. Even if Mr. Murong Ba used his heels to think, he knew that it was Murong Xue who made the request, which was why Song Pingqing was making such a fuss.

“Make omelets.”

In order to prevent the father and daughter from arguing in front of him, Song Pingqing decisively took over the pot: "I've been craving egg rolls lately, but I'm worried that they won't be made well outside, so I asked Zhao Lei to buy the tools."

Song Pingqing: That pot is mine, this pot is also mine, they are all mine.

Murong Xue was secretly happy in her heart.

As expected, as long as Song Pingqing is around, she won't be the one to take the blame for all the rebellion.

Who says happiness isn't simple?