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

"If you don't have it, go back and get it. If you can't get it, you don't have to come back." Wen Zhuo didn't even look back.

Ever since the news that my father was going to remarry came out, there has been no peace in this family.

I really don't know what his father's remarriage has to do with these workers. They are jumping up and down.

Wen Zhuo finally stayed and temporarily wore Wu Qiming's clothes.

Shen Ci is much taller than Wen Zhuo, so Shen Ci's clothes don't fit him very well.

In fact, Wu Qiming's clothes are also very good. Although they are not custom-made, his family is not short of money, so he buys whatever is best.

Ke Wenzhuo still felt a little awkward. It was the first time in his life that the young master wore someone else's clothes.

"Pingqing." Murong Xue suddenly called her.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing looked over.

"This coat on you looks great. I want to try it on."

The moment the two looked at each other, Song Pingqing understood what Murong Xue meant.

"Okay." Song Pingqing took off his coat and handed it to her, "Try it on."

Murong Xue put it on immediately.

Murong Xue: While comforting my friend, I took the opportunity to put on clothes with the body temperature of my loved one. This feeling is really great.

Another month passed, and after the final exams, everyone returned home together.

President Murong specially sent a private plane to pick him up.

"This semester is so short~!" Song Pingqing was very happy. He started thinking about what to eat when he returned home on the plane.

She handed Murongxue a cup of sparkling lemon tea: "Would you like to come to my house for a clay pot stew after you land?"

This time the clay pot stew was not eaten in the restaurant. It was specially made by Old Mrs. Song at home, and it had to be eaten in a separate small room.

"This is the good thing about a big house. I asked your grandfather to build a stove specially for us." Old Mrs. Song was so happy that she seemed like it was New Year's Day. Her hands were shaking with excitement as she cooked.

Oh, the good boy is finally back.

Old Lady Song really admired Murong Xue, who looked like a good boy. After covering the pot and starting to stew, she said to Murong Xue:

"Xiaoxue, come anytime you want to eat. No matter if Pingqing is at home or not, I will definitely make it for you."

"Okay, thank you grandma." Murong Xue showed a well-behaved and lovely smile.

Song Pingqing took a bite of the large chocolate ice cream that Song Dashan had specially brought from his hometown, and shivered from the cold.

It’s so nice to eat ice cream in winter! Especially the big plate series!!

"What are you eating?" Murong Xue noticed.

"Hehe..." Song Pingqing smiled and turned around to take another bite.

Murong Xue was confused: Who is this guy defending against? ? ? Huh? ? ?

So the two of them started arguing over the big plate of ice cream, until Old Lady Song brought over a basket and said, "Xiaoxue, come get one too."

Song Pingqing also wanted to reach his hand in.

Old Mrs. Song slapped him.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Song Pingqing blew on his hands.

"You just finished one! Don't eat any more!" Old Mrs. Song glared at her.

Murong Xue took the one with milk flavor and stood aside, laughing secretly as she watched the frustrated Song Pingqing.

As she was having fun, Murong Xue suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

I couldn't figure out what was going on for a long time after watching the quarreling grandparents and grandchildren.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Song Pingqing waved his hands in front of her eyes, "If you don't eat your ice cream, it will melt."

"Ah? Oh..." Murong Xue just remembered that she still had an ice cream in her hand. She lowered her eyes to look at it. "I have never seen this kind of wrapping paper before."

"Really..." Song Pingqing stretched out his hand.

Song Pingqing's hands are quite big, and his fingers are long. His nails are trimmed into round curves with small white crescents on them, allowing him to strategize with the ball on the basketball court.

Although she works frequently, her skin remains delicate thanks to those expensive skin care products.

Murong Xue looked at her hands in a daze.

In just two or three moves, Song Pingqing removed the old-fashioned wrapping paper of the big plate of ice cream, folded it up and threw it into the trash can: "Okay, eat it."

Murong Xue finally regained her attention and looked at the large board in her hand: "What a rough facade."

"Exterior facade? You must have been paying too much attention to the construction projects recently." Song Pingqing thought it was a little funny. "Try it. It's really delicious."

"Hmm." Murong Xue then took a bite.

Soft and light, sweet and fragrant.

good to eat.

The winter vacation lasts until January 10th.

There is only one advantage of coming back from vacation at this time, which is that you can take care of and visit your property carefully throughout the vacation.

"Didn't you think running around was too much trouble?" Murong Xue took Song Pingqing to the newly built office building. "What do you think of this place?"

Song Pingqing glanced at the Pearl Tower outside and immediately answered, "I think it's too extravagant. There's no need to put my projects in such a good location."

Even though you earn a lot of money, you still need to save and spend where you can.

There is no technical content, so there is really no need to put it here.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xue blurted out a classic overbearing CEO quote the next second: "It doesn't matter what you think. I think it's good and suitable to be placed here."

Song Pingqing: "...No, then why are you asking me?"

Order her directly: Woman, move your company here.

How simple it is.

You can also show how domineering the domineering CEO gene is in your family.

By the way, why isn’t Murong Xue called Murong Baxue?

Okay that's too bad.

Murong Xue glanced at Song Pingqing who was daydreaming: "I never thought that you couldn't understand my subtext."

"Come with me." Murong Xue said, and took Song Pingqing in.

"This office building has just been inspected and accepted. The whole building is mine. I plan to put some of my own businesses here, and then move in the projects that I am currently in charge of in Wanmu Commercial and the projects that need to be handed over to me within three years."

This is an office building with 88 floors above ground and 3 floors underground, covering an area of ​​3,300 square meters.

It would be more than enough even if the entire Wanmu Commercial's headquarters were moved in, or in other words, this is the preparation for the relocation of Wanmu Commercial.

Song Pingqing sighed.

When the eldest lady said, "The whole building is mine," her tone was so light, as if she was saying, "This is my kingdom."

"Ha...haha." Song Pingqing looked at the high-end and classy decoration, and complained in his heart: How nice it would be if I were so rich. This thing can't be bought with money at all.

"Don't laugh." Murong Xue glanced at her, "Come up with me."

Murong Xue took Song Pingqing and a group of bodyguards directly into the place where ambiguous plots often take place in novels - the elevator exclusively for the domineering president.

As soon as he entered, Song Pingqing began to look around.

He looked like he had never seen the world.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue frowned slightly.

"What's the difference between this special elevator and an ordinary elevator?" Song Pingqing looked around for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was.

Is it possible that the only difference is in the decoration?