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

The tea is delicious, the roasted oranges, red dates and longans are tasty, but the roasted pear juice is not ready yet, so I don’t know how it tastes yet.

But the work is annoying.

Work is really annoying.

The young lady only had time to enjoy her happiness for half an hour before she was forced to pick up her notebook and start working.

"So busy?" Song Pingqing sighed and brought the freshly brewed tea to Murong Xue's mouth.

"Yeah." Murong Xue turned her head slightly and drank, her eyes still on the computer, "On a snowy day, the progress of study will be disrupted, but work will not."

Murong Xue worked on the computer for a long time before she added the second half of the sentence abruptly: "Christmas is next month, and there are many places to make money."

"Mixue Yuecha is also going to open in Bolton." Song Pingqing also sighed slowly, "The two stores you recommended last time have great locations, and the two Chinese managers they hired are also very good."

Murong Xue's reaction time at work is just like Song Pingqing's when he's playing games.

After more than ten minutes, she turned her head to ask Song Pingqing: "What did you just say?"

Song Pingqing quickly hooked the blanket and repeated what he had just said: "It's okay, just do your thing and ignore me."

"I'll be busy first." Murong Xue's attention returned to work.

In this kind of weather, it gets dark very early.

When Wu Qiming and Shen Ci came back after playing enough, the roasted whole lamb was almost ready and the aroma of barbecue filled the air.

“Ah ...

As soon as he figured out the source of the fragrance, Wu Qiming couldn't help but yell, "This smells too good!"

Song Enjoy Life Ping Food Master Qing waved his hand and said in very unstandard Cantonese: "It's nothing~"

Murong Xue suddenly sneered at the computer.

Song Pingqing's face turned serious the next second: "You two, your hair is soaked, don't you know to go upstairs and change clothes?"

Just as Wu Qiming was about to reach out for the roasted longans, Shen Ci grabbed the clothes on the back of his neck and pulled him away.

"Hey hey hey!!! Your hands are so cold!!!" Wu Qiming was so irritated that he screamed.

"So noisy." Murong Xue still didn't turn her eyes away from the computer.

As Song Pingqing was crocheting the small blanket, he said happily, "It's good to have some noise."

As long as the child is not born by yourself, what is the difference between watching your grandson act stupidly and having fun?

Murongxue finally closed her notebook and looked at Song Pingqing with a subtle look: "Do you like noisy people?"

isn't it?

Song Pingqing didn't look up: "I just like to watch the fun of fools."

Okay, good, you are worthy of it.

Murong Xue smiled helplessly and asked the person on the other side: "When will the meal be ready?"

"It will take another hour and a half." The cook replied immediately.

"So long." Murong Xue glanced at the time. It was already six o'clock.

"Delicious food is worth waiting for." Song Pingqing added more water to make a pot of tea. "Eating at 7:30 is not too late."

"But I'm a little hungry."

Song Pingqing put on heat-insulating gloves and took down a can of roasted pear soup: "Drink some of this first."

"Is it ready?" Murong Xue was puzzled. "Why don't you drink it?"

"It's been ready for a long time. I saw you were busy and couldn't take care of it." Song Pingqing put the can on the heat-insulating pad of the small table. "It's not fun to drink this alone. I'd better wait for you to join me."

The little flower in Murong Xue's heart blossomed again.

The mutton was delicious and the atmosphere was joyful. Wu Qiming couldn't hide his feelings, so he took photos and posted them in the group of six people.

It was early in the morning at Gu Zongnan's place, so he wouldn't be craving for the mutton at this time.

But Wen Zhuo lives nearby.

Several people sat together in the corridor. An hour later, Wen Zhuoshen came over with slow steps.

When Song Pingqing saw the figure appearing at the end of the corridor, he couldn't help but utter a classic Chinese curse:

"No? How did you get here in such a heavy snow?"

Shen Ci moved to the side to make room for him.

"Of course I drove here."

Wen Zhuo's bodyguard helped him brush off the snow. Wen Zhuo's feet were numb from the cold, so he stood by and stamped his feet before sitting down:

"Don't call me for such a good thing." Wen Zhuo looked at Song Pingqing, "It must have been your idea."

"Who would have thought that you could come here in such heavy snow?" Song Pingqing felt so innocent.

"Of course you can." Wen Zhuo was not polite. He followed the example of Shen Ci next to him, picked up a piece of lettuce and started to do it himself.

"Don't you want to wash your hands?" Wu Qiming was confused.

Wen Zhuo was cold and hungry at this moment, but he did not hesitate when he heard the words.

"It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it." Song Pingqing finally helped him out and didn't embarrass him. "So how did you get here?"

The snow is half a meter thick.

"It's nothing. I have a snowplow at home." Wen Zhuo shrugged.

Song Pingqing immediately leaned towards Murongxue and asked, "Do we have any?"

There is a hint of comparison in his tone.

Murong Xue raised the corner of her mouth: "Yes."

"Yes, my family bought it." Wen Zhuo immediately followed up, "The Wen family owns two large car factories in the United States. One is for snow removal, and the other is an ordinary family car brand."

You are really remarkable.

Murong Xue glanced at him, but the latter was unaware and even said, "I'll stay at your place for a few days."

"No, don't you have a snowplow? Go back." Murong Xue refused immediately.

Wen Zhuo's expression immediately changed, looking somewhat pitiful:

"Sister, did I do something wrong to make you unhappy again? You know I'm not good at talking."

Murong Xue's tone was slightly cold: "Stop pretending."

Song Pingqing swallowed a mouthful of meat and helped Murong Xue finish off the enemy: "We are all thousand-year-old foxes, what's the point of playing Liao Zhai?"

Murong Xue glanced at her: A thousand-year-old fox?

Wen Zhuo was about to speak again when his bodyguard arrived: "Master, you didn't bring your clothes."

Wen Zhuo: ...What's the use of you? !

Murong Xue didn't really want to chase him away, she was just unhappy with him for unintentionally showing off in front of Song Pingqing just now.

Seeing that the people around this guy were so careless, Murong Xue finally softened her heart.

Murong Xue: I will forgive your offense just now.

Song Pingqing and Wu Qiming felt that something was wrong, so they lowered their heads and ate in tacit understanding.

"Normally I shouldn't be in charge of your family, but your people actually have the guts to come to me and say this to you."

Murong Xue took out a wet towel and slowly wiped her hands clean: "Why? Do you think we can make clothes for your young master?"

The bodyguard behind Wen Zhuo's face changed.

Song Pingqing sighed inwardly: Life is very hard for a child without adults to love him, as anyone can dare to cause trouble or step on him.

Song Pingqing picked up a small tomato with a fork and put it to Murong Xue's mouth.

It’s better not to let the eldest lady get involved in the affairs of the Wen family, so as to avoid being hurt by the past.