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

Song Pingqing is an old man and doesn't think about love at all.

I just thought Murong Xue's words were the willful words of a young lady.

So she coaxed him, "Okay, okay, our eldest daughter wants to have something she likes."

The tone is doting and the expression is gentle.

There was no sign of any inappropriate thoughts in his mind, he just looked like a person doting on his child.

Murong Xue: I really...

"You'd better remember what you said today."

The two of them looked at a lot of cars, and Song Pingqing liked a lot of them, but he didn't buy any of them.

She carried on with the same shopping style she had in her previous life, and even refused some exquisite models sold at the auto show that Murong wanted to give her.

"What do you need that thing for? It's so expensive, and it can't be eaten...it's useless." Song Pingqing almost blurted out that it can't be eaten.

Murong Xue: "You only buy useful things, right?"

"People have to be pragmatic." Song Pingqing said seriously, walking to the retro dining car, "I want a lemon cone and a chocolate mint cone."

"Ice cream is practical?" Murong Xue said indifferently.

"If you don't eat it, I will." Song Pingqing has her own pragmatic standards.

"I didn't say I didn't want to eat."

Song Pingqing handed her the lemon.

Murong Xue: The ice cream is not sour, but my heart is sour.

I flew all the way here and had an ice cream cone at the classic car show.

It’s also free.

The staff member who was scooping ice cream looked at the two "children" in front of him and thought they were very young, so he scooped two scoops of ice cream with double the amount:

"Here you go, lovely children, have some fun."

"Thank you." Seeing that the ice cream was obviously bigger than others, Song Pingqing didn't care about the other party's address.

She is still a minor anyway!

Westerners grow up too fast. Even though Song Pingqing and Murong Xue are almost adults, in the eyes of people here, they look no different from children of thirteen or fourteen years old.

Song Pingqing was very satisfied because the ice cream ball was delicious.

But no matter how delicious the ice cream was, Murong Xue was not very happy because she didn't spend any money.

I always feel that there is an aura called "domineering president" that has nowhere to go.

Murong Xue originally thought that there was a car race in the evening which could be used as a date to have some fun.

But I never expected that the racing scene would be so noisy.

It got to the point where even Song Pingqing couldn't stand it.

"Or we should go first." Song Pingqing rubbed his ears with his hands. "This atmosphere alone is enough to make me lose interest in racing."

Murong Xue immediately stood up and walked out, saying as she walked, "Can you understand how I felt when I went to watch you play a game?"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to go to that kind of place and waste my time and life."

Song Pingqing suddenly laughed, and Murong Xue was horrified.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"nothing."

Song Pingqing laughed even more happily.

What a proud boy, if it weren't for you...I wouldn't...

If someone else said this, Song Pingqing would think that they were trying to PUA him in order to achieve some purpose.

But if it were Murong Xue, Song Pingqing would just think she was acting coquettishly.

"Are you feeling so wronged? Then how about I make you a cup of brown sugar pearl milk tea when I get home?"

Song Pingqing couldn't say such words out loud, and could only secretly laugh in his heart: "I'll give you hand-rolled pearls instead of semi-finished products."

Although she knew that she was just coaxing the child, Murong Xue really couldn't refuse Song Pingqing's words.

There was no way to refuse the milk tea from her mouth.

Those are brown sugar pearls!

Because of its high sugar content, that is the milk tea that Song Pingqing controls most strictly.

Murong Xue raised her chin: "That's more like it."

Murong Xue: I'm so easy to coax. Broken stone.

Song Pingqing: She is so easy to coax.

Back to Bolton, I returned to my normal study life.

Shen Ci and Wu Qiming can be considered as Murong Xue's little followers, and they can eat and drink for free the exquisite version of "street food".

But Wen Zhuo can't do it.

As someone who owns a car factory at home, I soon received an exploitative text message from Murong Xue:

"Pingqing works so hard to cook. Shouldn't you show some appreciation by taking us to your car dealership to take a good look at those limited edition sports cars?"

Murong Xue said this without any guilt.

Wen Zhuo has witnessed Song Pingqing's "sky-high cooking skills" many times.

"You want to come and see the car, isn't it just a matter of saying it?" Wen Zhuo began to chatter, "I really have become estranged from my brothers and sisters. I have to beat around the bush to talk about such a small matter. Alas——"

Wen Zhuo deliberately sighed for a long time.

Murong Xue didn't buy it and directly said, "You, be normal."

"Come if you want." Wen Zhuo's tone immediately became serious, "But I heard that you left before you finished watching the game. Are you sure she will like sports cars? At the auto show, she disliked the low chassis of sports cars."

Murong Xue thought of Song Pingqing's words "be pragmatic", and the corners of her mouth twitched.

That broken stone is really painful.

"She does have a type that she prefers."

At this point, Murong Xue stated her real intention very straightforwardly: "The requirements are a bit too much, I wonder if you can have it customized."

Wen Zhuo was silent for a while: "No way, sister? Are you playing so high-end?"

That's really not a small amount of money.

However, if he were given such a good little follower, he would be willing to treat the little follower so well.

If I say this out loud, I will be looked down upon by Shen Ci and Wu Qiming.

Murong Xue's tone turned colder: "Just tell me if you can do it. If not, I'll find someone else."

Wen Zhuo's words made Murong Xue determined to start her own car factory.

"Yes. Don't look for anyone else. It doesn't matter if they ask for a high price, but what if the product is not made carefully?"

Wen Zhuo finally understood what was going on. It was nothing more than appearance and safety.

Heirs like them would be in trouble if someone tampered with the car.

"Sign the contract, go through the process, and I'll cut the service fee in half." Wen Zhuo said directly, "Is that enough for someone's meal?"

This kind of private customization service fee is quite expensive. With just one sentence from Wen Zhuo, he lost more than 5 million yuan in profit.

"can."

Anyway, Murong Xue didn't really want Wen Zhuo to pay for it, she just didn't want to let this light bulb go.

Of course, it was Murong Xue who had to drive Song Pingqing to his car.

"Okay, I'll contact someone to issue the contract." Wen Zhuo's EQ finally improved for once. "Since you're the one asking, should I send the contract to you as well?"

"Of course. I'll pay."

So he paid for the meal and Song Pingqing had no idea?

This is really...

Wen Zhuo didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Also, don't mention this in front of Pingqing."

Wen Zhuo: You Murong family really know how to have fun. You even arrange a car for a little follower so attentively.