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

How could President Murong Ba not understand the little pride hidden deep in Murong Xue's heart?

This girl is so beautiful that she is almost heavenly.

The old father felt sad, but he didn't know what he was sad about.

However, before Murong Xuemei had three seconds to spare, Song Pingqing invited Murong Bazong: "Dad, do you want to eat something together?"

As long as everyone eats the egg rolls together, no one can stand on the moral high ground to condemn others.

Hearing this, Murong Xue's expression froze imperceptibly, and she looked towards President Murong Ba.

President Murong Ba seemed to be completely unaware of his daughter's caution: "Well, you can have a taste."

"Don't you want to control your blood sugar?" Murong Xue reminded "gently".

"It's okay to eat a bite occasionally." President Murong Ba showed a self-proclaimed gentle smile, pretending to be flattering, "After all, it's the filial piety of the eldest daughter."

He deliberately emphasized the four words "out of filial piety". The eyes of the father and daughter met in the air, generating intense sparks that Song Pingqing could not detect.

"Dad really loves us younger ones." Murong Xue said sarcastically without changing her expression.

Song Pingqing felt that the Murong family was really harmonious today, and the father and daughter could actually get along so peacefully.

It's all her credit!

Fortunately, with Murong's status as a boss, he didn't have to go to the kitchen to watch how Song Pingqing made egg rolls. He just had to wait in the study for someone to deliver them.

Murong Xue insisted on following suit, and the scene turned into this:

“Why do we need salt and sugar?”

“How do you tell the difference between salt and sugar?”

“Why do eggs come in different colors?”

“Are dark eggs better or light eggs better?”

"Why are you stirring the eggs so fast?"

Song Pingqing couldn't stand it anymore, but this time there was no oil pan to trick the child into shutting up. She could only patiently explain it again, and then coax the child: "You've been very tired, do you want to take a rest?"

When Murong Xue heard these words, it turned out to be: It seems that I did help her.

I can only say that this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

The result of this was that Song Pingqing was forced to spend two hours to complete a task that could have been completed by himself in 40 minutes.

She skillfully coaxed the child with a loving expression: "Xue'er did a great job!"

Murong Xue stood by the pool and pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Nothing more than that."

Thinking of the scene just now when Murong Xue couldn't tell the difference between salt, sugar and baking soda, Song Pingqing began to doubt his own way of praising his child for the first time: Did I praise him too much?

Fortunately, Murong Xue's identity prevents her from having any chance to cook.

Song Pingqing quickly put the matter behind him.

Murong Xue originally didn't want to share the egg rolls she and Song Pingqing made with others.

But unfortunately, the shelf life of this homemade product without any messy additives is not very long. At Song Pingqing's reminder, Murong Xue finally gave up and packed up the large number of egg rolls and distributed them to several friends who came to her birthday party the next day.

Speaking of being generous, they are actually Wu Qiming, Shen Ci, Gu Zongnan and Wen Zhuo.

Every time she gave out a bag, Murongxue would say, "Try it. I made this with Pingqing."

Others were all laughing and saying, "You can cook now?"

Only when Shen Ci reached out to take it, he deliberately looked at Song Pingqing's expression, as if asking with his eyes: Brother, is what she cooked really edible?

Facts have proved that nothing will go wrong as long as Song Pingqing is around.

Although the egg rolls made without any messy additives don't look very good, but with Song Pingqing's supervision, they are at least delicious.

Wu Qiming's portion was particularly small, with only three in total.

He had finished eating while everyone was talking and laughing: "Anything else? One more."

"No." Murong Xue's attitude was cold. She thought it was good enough that she was willing to share it, but Wu Qiming didn't cherish it at all and finished it in just a few bites.

Song Pingqing smoothed things over for her: "This is my first time doing this and I have no experience, and I haven't done much to begin with."

This is the truth. Murong Xue has to fly abroad tomorrow, so she cooked too much and couldn't finish it.

"Oh, if I had known I would have eaten slower." Wu Qiming's eyes began to move towards the egg rolls in other people's hands.

Everyone took a step back in tacit understanding.

Wu Qiming: ...Who are you guarding against?

"Big stars, you have to manage your body well." Gu Zongnian teased him, "Otherwise you won't get any roles to play."

In fact, given Wu Qiming's background, he will always have roles to play no matter who has them.

But Wu Qiming has high demands on himself and just occasionally can't help being greedy.

"I should have become a director earlier. But now I can't eat this or that."

It’s not easy to satisfy your greed, Xiao Ming sighed.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Hey, have you all gone to check in?" Gu Zongnan asked suddenly.

When Murong Xue gave Song Pingqing the property, this group of people followed suit and each of them bought a house in Yipin Mingju.

Except Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo: "House? What house? What did you do behind my back?"

"Yes, we went there this morning." Wu Qiming and Shen Ci went there in the same group.

"Then I won't hide it." Gu Zongnian raised his chin, "Just tell me, let me take care of the water, electricity and electrical appliances."

Everyone's eyes fell on Gu Zongnan.

So Gu Zongnian was even more proud: "Don't worry, everyone. I won't charge you any money. I will provide you with a lifetime warranty."

Just now Gu Zongnian had ruined Wu Qiming's plan, and now Wu Qiming started to ruin it in return, shaking his head and saying in a gloomy tone: "It's not a good deal if you're just chasing after it."

"Do you want to fight?" Gu Zongnan was furious.

Wen Zhuo: "Is there no one who cares about poor Wen Zhuo?"

After a lot of laughter and noise, Murong Xue's fifteenth birthday was over and everyone went their separate ways to do their own things.

Before getting on the car, Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing who had gotten up early to see her off: "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

President Murong Ba had a blank expression on his face.

"Just work hard and don't tire yourself out. Gifts are not important." Song Pingqing said sincerely.

The corners of Murong Xue's mouth rose two pixels that were stolen from Murong Bazong.

"But don't forget to do the height training even if you go there," Song Pingqing reminded. "I've already told Dad about the training method, and he will supervise you."

The two pixels that rose at the corners of Murong Xue's mouth were returned to Murong Bazong's face.

She comforted herself in her heart: It’s okay, it’s okay, Dad has other work to do, where does he get so much time to supervise her?

As a result, President Murong Ba said "hmm" and said to Song Pingqing: "Don't worry, I will hire a private trainer for her when we get there, so that she won't have the chance to slack off."

President Murong succeeded in stealing the pixels and even gave half of them to Song Pingqing.

"Then I'm relieved." Song Pingqing waved at Murongxue, "Have a safe trip."

Murong Xue smiled with some difficulty.

Song Pingqing took a large bag from Wu Lide and handed it to Murong Xue: "I made egg rolls this morning. The shelf life is only three days, but you can eat them on the road."

Song Pingqing created several pixels out of thin air. Murong Xue was happy again and immediately reached out to take them.

But she had to pretend not to be excited and nodded modestly: "Thank you."

President Murong watched coldly: Tsk, just spoil her.