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

Zhuang Han’s height is actually not just 1.88 meters, but about 1.9 meters tall.

But Song Pingqing is an old lady who has been hanging out in the village gossip scene for many years. How could she not know how to report the most attractive height?

"Good evening, senior brother." Song Pingqing greeted him.

"Good evening." Zhuang Han looked at the child holding a toy book on the ground with a deliberately expressionless face.

When Xiuxiu saw Zhuang Han for the first time, she felt as if a small mountain had come in through the door, and she was stunned.

This small hill is bigger than the big mountains.

Then I looked at the expressionless face of "Xiaoshan"...

Her grandmother called this big body a 188 black-skinned sports student???

He must have learned these bad habits from the matchmaker back home.

Zhuang Han is tall, strong, and dark-skinned. He looks okay when he smiles, but looks a bit fierce when he has no expression on his face.

Although he didn't have many opportunities to meet children, whenever he did, anyone who saw him and his children would have to take a detour.

Normally, people are definitely one of the groups most affected by people judging by their appearance.

Now Xiuxiu just looked at him and turned back to pull Song Pingqing's sleeve, without any sign of crying. Zhuang Han knew: It's settled, this little kid is his first apprentice.

"Oh, this kid is quite courageous."

Before Xiuxiu could look at Song Pingqing, he flew into the air.

Xiuxiu: “Eh?”

Dong Xixi pulled Song Pingqing aside and said, "Your senior brother was so excited about accepting a disciple that he took a bath after he was done with his work."

She raised her chin and motioned Song Pingqing to watch the interaction between the two: "There are very few children who are not afraid of him."

Song Pingqing: "Xiu Xiu in our family is quite courageous."

"Is this child your sister?" Zhuang Han put Xiuxiu in the child's chair. "You two look alike."

"Dear." Song Pingqing rubbed Xiuxiu's hair. "How is it? Is your talent enough to be your apprentice?"

"That's hard to say." Zhuang Han deliberately frowned and teased Xiu Xiu, "It depends on whether you can persist. If you can't persist, no matter how good your talent is, it will be useless."

"I don't think she can keep up with this fat girl." Zhuang Han noticed that Xiuxiu could stand the teasing, so he continued, "There are no young ladies on the training ground."

Xiu Xiu, the crowd-pleaser, could no longer bear it and shouted loudly: "Why can't you hold on any longer? Who are you looking down on?!"

Xiuxiu's aggrieved look when she said this made everyone present laugh.

Isn't it just a grievance?

Song Pingqing described Zhuang Han as a "188cm tall, dark-skinned, handsome athlete". However, when Xiuxiu arrived with great expectations, she only saw Xiaoshan, who could put on sunglasses and transform himself into a bodyguard.

The gap is still quite large.

Besides, who is the eldest daughter? She is clearly the second daughter of the Song family now!

"Okay, stop bullying the kid." Dong Xixi slapped Zhuang Han on the back, making him cry out "Ouch, ouch".

Song Pingqing touched Xiuxiu's head and said, "I don't want her to pursue a career, it's mainly because she's greedy. Let's find a place for her to exercise and control her weight."

If you don’t want to abstain from certain foods, then you just have to practice more.

"I understand. Leave it to me." Zhuang Han did not expect to have a professional apprentice right away. "Once my second martial arts gym is renovated next week, I'll let her come and practice with me."

Song Pingqing didn't have to worry too much about the subsequent matters of becoming an apprentice since he had to leave them to his parents. He just had to show up when he should.

"You introduced your sister to your senior brother as his apprentice." Murong Xue choked up when she knew this. "Don't you think there is a generation gap?"

It’s not like the Murong family doesn’t have better resources for her to use.

Song Pingqing replied in a very casual manner: "It's up to each of us to discuss our own issues."

Anyway, the generational relationship between her and Xiuxiu has long been messed up, so there is no need to worry about adding one more.

"Okay." Murong Xue could tell she didn't care and changed the subject. "We're leaving on the morning of the 3rd. Remember to come home two days in advance to pack your things and see if there's anything you want to take with you."

"Okay." Song Pingqing agreed, "How was the milk cake we had last time?"

Murong Xue paused and said, "Dad ate all the matcha ones. I didn't get any."

Mr. Murong, who was sitting next to her, rolled his eyes secretly: You get more and more pretentious as you grow older, you eat the most matcha flavored ones.

"Then I'll make some this afternoon and have someone send it to you." Song Pingqing thought about how she hadn't had milk tea for a few days, so she asked, "What kind of milk tea do you want to drink?"

"You decide." Murong Xue glanced at Mr. Murong who seemed to be working seriously, "Dad is here too."

"okay, got it."

Seeing Murong Xue hang up the phone, Murong Ba said the most sarcastic words in the most calm tone: "Now you know that Dad is here too?"

Chinese translation: Do you know now that you still have a father? Do you know now that you should not eat alone?

Murong Xue pretended that she didn't understand: "Of course, after all, you are the good father I respect the most."

Chinese translation: Of course, after all, you are the most important part of my routine.

President Murong Ba followed her and played dumb: "Then I have to ask my good daughter. Are you willing to give her cup of milk tea to her most respected good father?"

Murong Xue: I have never seen such a...person before!

Murongxue followed Song Pingqing's style and chose to solve the problem in the most straightforward way: "I'm going to complain to my grandma."

Since Murong Baba's death, Dan Qiyun's attention to Murong Ba has increased day by day. Moreover, because Murong Baba's blood sugar was unstable in his later years, she strictly controlled the sugar content in Murong Ba's diet.

So when faced with the fact that her old father tried to snatch her milk tea, Murong Xue's first reaction was to go to her grandmother to complain.

No matter how powerful this "King" is, you can never suppress the "King's Mother".

Sure enough, after hearing these words, the smile on President Murong's face disappeared.

A smile appeared on Murong Xue's lips.

"Is it okay if I don't drink? You kid." This time, there was some resentment in Mr. Murong's tone, "Don't bother your grandmother with such a small matter."

With Song Pingqing around, Murong Xue finally had the opportunity to fight back against her father in terms of diet.

Looking at Murong Bazong who had finally been defeated, Murong Xue smiled obediently and cutely:

"Your words really make me sad. I am doing this for your health. Everything is based on your health."

"If you act it out again, you'll pass." President Murong Ba reminded.

"I mean it." Murong Xue replied with a smile, her hands moving without stopping, sending a text message to Song Pingqing.

[Dad needs to strictly control his blood sugar recently, so don’t bring him any drinks.]

Song Pingqing's reply was also quick.

【OK. 】

So that afternoon, when President Murong Ba saw his daughter drinking fruit tea happily while he only had a cup of ordinary tea in front of him, he fell silent.

Song Pingqing would definitely not do this for no reason, so there is only one truth.

President Murong Ba looked at Murong Xue with a cold look.

His daughter is really, too vindictive!