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

Song Pingqing didn't react until the driver stopped the car in front of the villa.

It turns out that the people living here are actually themselves? !

When he turned his head to look at Murong Xue, his expression was extremely pleasantly surprised, with a hint of joy in his eyes, as if he was asking: Is this true?!

This kind of look successfully pleased Murong Xue.

How could she forget that Song Pingqing's favorite thing was the house? !

"Yes, that's right." Murong Xue stood up and followed Song Pingqing out of the car. Looking at the huge quaint villa, she raised her chin and said, "We live here."

"I'm happy." Song Pingqing's voice was filled with unconcealed joy.

Murong Xue was even happier, and she pulled Song Pingqing inside: "Let's go in and take a look."

Many tall trees with lush branches and leaves are planted next to the quaint villa with warm red bricks and stone tiles.

These trees are located neither too far nor too close to the main body of the villa, so as not to affect lighting and ventilation, or allow someone with ulterior motives to climb into the house along the trees.

It also allows people in the house to see the lush green natural scenery when they walk to the balcony or floor-to-ceiling windows.

This is an old house that has been renovated several times, but it has always maintained a simple and rustic style that is consistent with the exterior.

The main living room is very large. One wall is made to look like stacked gravel slabs. There is no suspended ceiling, and when you look up you can see a beautiful octagon.

The floor was covered with a thick, intricately patterned carpet. Song Pingqing couldn't tell the name or origin of the pattern, but he could tell from the feel of the carpet under his feet that it was valuable.

The hall is furnished with thick and simple leather sofas, the color of which is similar to that of wood. There are large indoor potted plants next to them, which makes the combination harmonious and romantic.

Song Pingqing reached out and picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed it and handed one to Murong Xue first, then he took a bottle for himself and started drinking.

It’s such a romantic scene that I never dared to dream of in my previous life.

While drinking water, Song Pingqing did not forget to look around and appreciate the scenery.

Her reaction really gave the people who prepared these things a very sufficient emotional feedback.

Murongxue gently shook Song Pingqing's arm: "You like houses so much. You can open a design and decoration company and experience the feeling of being a designer yourself."

"Then I am more suitable for appreciation." Song Pingqing refused without thinking, "I can still distinguish between hobbies and professions."

Murong Xue said nothing more and pulled her upstairs: "I'll take you to see the room."

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue's rooms were arranged on the third floor and there was no elevator, but fortunately it was not their turn to move the things here.

"Why are you so nervous?" Song Pingqing wondered.

"I do not have."

"But your palms are sweaty."

"It's hot." Murong Xue would never tell Song Pingqing that she had designed both of their bedrooms.

Now Song Pingqing's room is like Murong Xue's second room, so of course it has to be extremely comfortable.

What's more, Murong Xue has so many little thoughts in mind.

When Murong Xue pulled Song Pingqing into the room she had specially decorated, Song Pingqing only took a glance at the green scenery outside and said:

“I love it here.”

Murong Xue turned her head to look at her, and felt that this person was filled with bubbles of happiness all over her body.

His tone was sour: "You haven't taken a close look at the decoration of the room yet."

"I like everything you choose," Song Pingqing replied. "They all meet my aesthetic standards."

Murong Xue's heart skipped a beat: "How do you know I chose it?"

Song Pingqing gave Murong Xue a look that said, "How could I not know you?" and said, "Of course it's because I'm smart."

"Why?" Murong Xue would not let her get away with it so easily.

"You didn't do it, so why are you so nervous?" Song Pingqing said something that parents often say, "It's easiest to guess what a child is thinking."

This made Murong Xue angry: I treat you as my sweetheart, but you treat me as your baby? !

Unfortunately, the person who has a crush on her can’t get angry, so she can only put on a forced smile and say, “As long as you like it.”

"What's wrong? Why are you so unhappy?" Song Pingqing was puzzled.

"Nothing." Murong Xue felt like her back teeth were about to break. "As long as you like it, go check out your cloakroom."

The house is big enough, so Song Pingqing will naturally have his own dressing room.

As soon as he walked in, Song Pingqing exclaimed, "Oh shit!"

When he stuck his head out again, he unconsciously revealed an expression of "I am not dreaming", and said to Murong Xue with sparkling eyes: "Why did you bring the shoe wall here?"

"How come I moved here?" Murong Xue felt much better. "Take a closer look. Including your favorite pairs, all are new."

"Too luxurious!" Song Pingqing shouted loudly.

"What's the big deal?" Murong Xue pretended not to care, "As long as you like it."

One of them brought a doll that the other had sewn by hand, and the other brought a pair of shoes that the other had personally supervised and customized. This is only fair.

After traveling for more than ten hours, everyone was exhausted.

Not long after returning from Murong Xue's room, the housekeeper knocked on the door and said, "Miss Song, the restaurant is ready. If you need anything, you can go downstairs to eat something and then rest."

"I'll be down in a minute."

Song Pingqing calculated the time in China and felt that it was not too late, so he called Xu Jinmei to report that he was safe.

Xu Jinmei asked a few questions about Song Pingqing's well-being, but knowing that he still had to adjust to the jet lag, it was not appropriate to talk too much, so she hung up the phone after two minutes.

Song Ping washed his face, walked from the balcony to Murong Xue's room next door, and called her to come downstairs to eat together.

Someone's scheming is so deep that Song Pingqing has now become very accustomed to the balconies of their two rooms being connected.

Song Pingqing has a typical Chinese appetite. Even though the chef prepared both Chinese and Western breakfasts, she only chose Chinese breakfast.

Song Pingqing enjoyed the crispy and fragrant fried dough sticks, a small bowl of boat porridge, and two Cantonese-style crystal shrimp dumplings very happily.

Murong Xue didn't have much of an appetite, so she just took a sandwich that was less than half the size of a palm to make do.

But seeing that Song Pingqing was eating so happily, he asked for chopsticks and picked up the last shrimp dumpling in the small steamer.

Wu Qiming's eyes suddenly became somewhat resentful.

Song Pingqing was sitting directly opposite him. Seeing this, he said to the servant next to him, "Ask the kitchen to steam two more trays of shrimp dumplings and one tray of chicken feet."

Wu Qiming was so moved that tears came to his eyes.

Song Pingqing ignored him and said to Murongxue, "Eat more. Don't go to bed hungry."

As Song Pingqing spoke, he changed the serving chopsticks and put a piece of cold dish on the plate in front of Murong Xue.

Wu Qiming was stunned: It turns out that it wasn't for me, I was moved for nothing.

Shen Ci kicked him under the table: Can’t you just eat well?