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

Murong Xue's behavior today was a little unusual.

Except for the very beginning when she sent away her weird relative with four words, she behaved very well and cutely throughout the entire graduation banquet.

Just like an ordinary girl next door.

Song Pingqing usually didn't notice Murong Xue's little thoughts, but at today's meal, Murong Xue's behavior was really too abnormal.

It was so abnormal that Song Pingqing had to stop her and ask her after the dinner: "What happened to you today?"

Murong Xue asked back as if she didn't understand: "What's going on?"

"Don't play dumb. Why are you so well behaved today? It's not like you at all."

Seeing that Xu Jinmei was in a bad mood, the eldest lady actually took the initiative to add warm water to Xu Jinmei.

How could this be something she normally does? !

"You are the adopted daughter of the Murong family. Your family is also my family. It is normal for me to be well-behaved in front of your family." Murong Xue replied.

"Then why aren't you so well behaved in front of your dad?" Song Pingqing asked back.

"You in front of my dad..." Murong Xue choked.

Indeed, Song Pingqing never pretends in front of any father, and he even speaks more harshly in front of Mr. Murong than in front of Song Dashan.

"Ok?"

Why don't you say anything?

Song Pingqing stared at her: "You really don't have any other thoughts?"

"No." Murong Xue answered immediately.

This kind of problem, whether it exists or not, you have to say no.

This person is really annoying, always asking questions.

Unexpectedly, Song Pingqing's next sentence was: "You really don't want to drink milk tea?"

Murong Xue was choked and couldn't speak for a while:...

The eldest daughter finally realized that on this issue, the two of them were completely on different levels.

"Yes, I want to drink milk tea. Will you make it?" Murong Xue compromised.

There is a step in front of you, and you have to step down it, otherwise you will only be asked bigger questions.

Song Pingqing showed an expression that said "I knew it" and said, "Tell me, what kind of milk tea do you want to drink?"

Murong Xue's mind moved: "Anything is fine?"

"Tell me what you want to hear."

"I want brown sugar bubble milk tea."

Brown sugar pearl milk tea is one of Murong·Sweet Tooth·Xue's favorite milk teas. It's a pity that the sugar content of this thing is too high, so Song Pingqing usually doesn't make it for her.

Song Pingqing showed a very gentle smile, but with a hint of evil intentions hidden in it: "Five kilometers."

"What five kilometers?"

"Work out with me. Five kilometers in exchange for a cup of brown sugar bubble milk tea."

"Are you crazy?! What brown sugar pearls?! You want me to run five kilometers in exchange for them?!"

Some people may express disgust with their words and disdain with their expressions, but their bodies are honest.

After Murong Xue finished the five-kilometer jog and got a super large cup of brown sugar pearl milk tea, she had no complaints at all.

This beautiful world needs milk tea to serve as a backdrop. She now feels that she can run another five kilometers.

Song Pingqing sat beside her and smiled lovingly.

Song Pingqing was not responsible for why the Xu family came to visit. Firstly, she was not at home all year round and was about to go abroad. Secondly,...

Some things look better when they are done by our parents.

The third secretary promoted by President Murong Ba is named Wang. He has a round face and is a chubby guy in his twenties. He looks happy and cute with a smile on his face.

In fact, it’s because her eyes are too small, and when she smiles, her eyes seem even smaller.

"The house over there has been arranged, and the clothes and daily necessities are ready for the young masters and young ladies to move in directly."

Secretary Wang didn't give many instructions to these half-grown children: "Just bring some things that are hard to buy for them."

That being said, most people don't have anything irreplaceable around them.

Except Murong Xue.

"Please help me collect them all and take them over." Murong Xue said, pointing at the dozen or so dolls that Song Pingqing had personally sewn for her.

"You're going to take all of these?" Song Pingqing didn't understand. "It's not like there aren't Dream Keeper agents over there. If you like them, just go there and buy them."

Murong Xue was very persistent about these dolls: "How can they be the same? I have held all of them before, and they are very soft."

How can they be the same? ! Those were not sewn by Song Pingqing.

Okay, a young lady is a young lady, as long as she is happy.

It's not like she's asking Song Pingqing to climb up to the sky to pick stars for her.

"Okay, I'll take care of it for you." Song Pingqing compromised.

The largest economic and cultural center city in Massachusetts is called Bolton, and the high school that several people are going to attend is located on the outskirts of Bolton.

It took fourteen hours to fly from Jincheng to Bolton. After changing cars upon landing, it took another hour to reach their residence in Bolton.

We set off at 6pm and arrived at 8am local time.

Four children went abroad to study, and were provided with thirty-two bodyguards, sixteen residential security guards, six nannies, twelve cleaners, two chefs, four chef apprentices and a housekeeper.

Under such a terrifying configuration is the super luxurious residence arranged for them by President Murong Ba - a very magnificent villa.

As expected of a capitalist society, this villa is almost as good as the old house of Murong family.

But the yard is not as big as the manor.

It can’t be that big. If it were a yard that big, I would have to get up much earlier to go to school.

Song Pingqing: I would rather live in a smaller house than get up earlier.

The appearance of this villa is calm and elegant, with a strong sense of design. The exterior is a deliberately created warm-toned brick and stone shape covered with dark tiles.

It looks quite simple and ancient, and is truly built based on Song Pingqing's aesthetic taste.

As early as when Song Pingqing saw the villa from afar while sitting in the car, he had already felt in his heart that the house was so beautiful and wondered what kind of person could live here.

She couldn't help but pat Murong Xue on the shoulder, pointing at the house and saying, "This house is really beautiful."

Others don’t know what the house they will live in for the next three years looks like, but Murong Xue knows.

Seeing Song Pingqing pulling her to see the house excitedly, Murong Xue's expression became interesting.

"Do you like this?" Murong Xue deliberately kept it a secret and didn't tell Song Pingqing that this was where they were going to live for the next four years. She only said,

"This style of architecture is very common here and is not uncommon."

Murong Xue originally wanted to choose another white White House-style building, but it was farther from the school than this house, requiring an additional fifteen minutes’ drive.

These fifteen minutes didn't matter to her, but they were not very friendly to Song Pingqing who had to get up early every day to exercise, take a shower, read the newspaper and eat breakfast.

Song Pingqing's morning schedule is always planned to the minute.

Murong Xue had no choice but to compromise and chose this as the second best option.

As a result, she actually chose something that met Song Pingqing's aesthetic standards. Others hit the mark by accident, but she did it by accident.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but take a few more glances: "When it comes to aesthetics, who cares if it's rare or not?"

Murong Xue chuckled, shook her head, and said nothing more.