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

Song Pingqing immediately wanted to sit up, but he pressed his hand on the twisted quilt and fell back again.

I thought to myself: I slept too recklessly. What position am I in now?

Seeing Song Pingqing in such a rare moment of embarrassment and confusion, Murong Xue's mouth corners slightly raised.

At this moment, Song Pingqing's legs were covered with his own quilt, and his upper body was twisted and wrapped in Murong Xue's quilt.

"Can you give me back the quilt now?" Murong Xue asked.

...Song Pingqing was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and pulled it several times, and rolled twice before he finally pulled the quilt off.

No?

How on earth did she sleep like this?

Song Pingqing coughed awkwardly twice and returned the quilt to Murong Xue: "Where's the nanny? Why don't you get another quilt for you."

This is really too tactless! You should have your salary deducted!

Murong Xue pulled the quilt over herself and said, "I didn't ask her to change the quilt because I really like this quilt cover recently."

She is now becoming more and more skilled at lying to Song Pingqing.

"Then buy two more sets some other day." Song Pingqing's answer was still so unromantic.

Murong Xue was too lazy to argue with Broken Stone and changed the subject: "But you can sleep so well, are you planning to adjust to the jet lag before returning home?"

Seeing the dark circles under Song Pingqing's eyes due to fatigue, Murong Xue's tone was filled with a hint of heartache.

Before enrolling Song Pingqing in the baking training camp, Murong Xue had thought that the class would be very tiring, but she never thought that Song Pingqing would be so tired, and she couldn't help feeling guilty.

Song Pingqing's thoughts were pulled away. He chuckled twice, stretched his body and said lazily, "Hmm - jet lag? Then just treat it as jet lag. I'm going back soon anyway."

This guy has a really big heart.

"Get up, check if there's anything else you need to deal with, and be back tonight."

Murong Xue picked up the remote control on the table, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight from outside pour in.

In fact, at their point of view, they only need to bring some underwear, a computer, a mobile phone and the most important information wherever they go.

Someone will naturally take care of the rest.

Song Pingqing looked outside: "It's a rare good day. It would be nice to go out for some exercise."

She had been so busy these days that she had no time to check the weather outside.

"What time does it take off?" Song Pingqing asked.

"nine thirty."

"Oh, there's still time. I want to go to the mall to buy some things." Song Pingqing started to get up and pack.

Her pajamas were a loose tank top. When she stood up and stretched again, the sunlight shone on the skin of her exposed arms, casting a layer of golden light on her healthy wheat-colored skin.

It's really beautiful.

His skin looks nice, and his biceps are firm and full, but he doesn't have the exaggerated feeling of bodybuilders who force themselves to gain muscle.

Murong Xue was slightly distracted.

Many people think that fair skin is beautiful, but whenever her eyes fall on Song Pingqing, she always feels that this skin color is more vibrant and powerful.

Murong Xue was still admiring the beauty, but Song Pingqing had already rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

I was careless during the winter vacation. I was so busy and tight that I didn't bring any gifts to anyone when I returned home.

Although my family didn't say it, they were somewhat disappointed.

After all, this is not the era when online shopping for overseas products will be very convenient a few years later. The elderly who have never been abroad in their lives, especially Mrs. Song and Mr. Song, always want to see what foreign things look like.

No matter how much the thing is worth, even if it is just a piece of candy, the elderly can be happy for a long time.

"Don't worry, it's our family's private plane after all, so it doesn't matter if it's an hour or two late."

Although Murong Xue is not yet a "domineering president" to the extent of forcing a normal plane on the route to return temporarily, it is still possible to delay the take-off time of a private plane.

Murong Xue retracted her gaze and looked at the magazine at hand. She said calmly, "What are you going to buy? A lot?"

"A lot. I'm going to buy some gifts for my family." Song Pingqing was brushing his teeth, his voice a little unclear, "I forgot to buy anything when I went back home during the winter vacation, and I can't forget it again this time."

In the Murong family, going abroad is not a big deal. Murong Xue rarely has the idea of ​​bringing things back for her family when she returns from somewhere.

Unless there is an ulterior motive, or if one really sees a treasure that is very suitable for someone.

"Want to join me? Help me with some advice?" Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, "After all, you have a good eye."

A light flashed across Murong Xue's eyes.

What a great opportunity this is to pick out gifts for your crush's family!

"Okay, I'll help you." Murong Xue justified her past behavior at the right time, "It's a good opportunity for me to go and see if there is anything suitable to bring back as a gift."

There aren't many places to eat snacks when shopping here, unlike in China, where even the most high-end shopping malls have a variety of delicious food.

Song Pingqing planned to buy some simple clothes and jewelry for Old Lady Song and Xu Jinmei, a small wallet for Song Dashan, and a jacket for Old Man Song.

"These scarves are all very good." Murong Xue pointed at another light pink wool shawl in the salesperson's hand, "This one is also OK."

"If it has a jewel button, it can be worn as a shawl over a dress in winter." Song Pingqing nodded, "But the color..."

"We also have more colorful ones."

When the young ladies were shopping, there were four or five shopping guides serving them.

Before Song Pingqing finished speaking, another shopping guide immediately came and brought a rust-red shawl of a slightly different style.

"Yeah." Song Pingqing nodded.

This color would be more in line with Mrs. Song’s aesthetic taste.

"Pack these two together with those scarves." Song Pingqing didn't even bother to count how many scarves there were. Just let them divide it themselves.

"What are you buying so many scarves for?" Murong Xue was puzzled.

Song Pingqing actually didn't quite understand why these two generations liked all kinds of scarves so much.

Occasionally, Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei would take the old couple on a trip, but no matter where they went, and no matter whether the scarves were local specialties or not, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would always buy a few to take home.

Some I keep for myself, some I give to relatives and friends. In short, I have to buy them no matter where I go, and I have to buy a lot.

Don’t understand, but respect.

Song Pingqing looked at a small white shawl beside her and pointed at it, signaling the salesperson to pack it up together: "Because they like it."

"I just remembered something suitable to bring to Xiuxiu." Murong Xue turned off the screen of her mobile phone and stood up. "It just so happens that there is a store of theirs in this mall. I'll take you to buy it."

Of course, Murong Xue did this on the premise that she was very sure that Song Pingqing would also like that thing.

"What is it?" Song Pingqing asked as he took out his wallet.