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

The alumni reunion of Baihua College was scheduled for July 18, five days after the admission notice came out.

After seeing the message in the group, Song Pingqing immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Murong Xue: "Great, this way we don't have to shorten our travel time, we can travel and have fun at our leisure."

Murong Xue was busy as hell. She glanced at the message, replied simply with a "hmm", and then returned to her work.

In comparison, Song Pingqing was much more relaxed. While waiting for the vehicle's color change to be completed, he began to pack up the items he needed to prepare.

In fact, this kind of thing could be done by other people, but Song Pingqing refused to do it.

While humming a song, I enjoy the anticipation of traveling with the person I love. I have plenty of time to pack the things we will need for the trip. This feeling is extraordinary happiness.

The happiness lies in the fact that at this moment Song Pingqing can hum songs freely.

She can hum whatever she wants, and no one can say she is out of tune.

You need to bring your ID, clothes and shoes, two cameras, daily necessities, and a medical kit.

Song Pingqing checked the list again, handed the task of loading the luggage into the car to the servant in the old house, then picked up the car keys and happily went out to pick someone up.

It is normal to change the color of a car, but it is a bit troublesome to drive it in three days, not to mention that Song Dashan arranged high-precision film for Song Pingqing.

The normal process is consultation, ordering, and film pasting. Fortunately, this 4S shop is owned by our own family.

With the boss's order and the financial support, the film-sticking craftsman worked in shifts around the clock and finally completed the color change within two days.

When Song Dashan's assistant came to deliver the car to Song Pingqing, he said, "The boss has something for me to tell you."

This was the first time that Song Dashan had given Song Pingqing a message like this. Song Pingqing was a little surprised: "What did you say?"

The assistant was a little embarrassed. He took out his phone and clicked on the voice bar. Song Dashan's heroic voice came out very clearly:

"Little brat, I, your father, have already registered your car with the vehicle management office. I've also asked my assistant to bring you a new driving license and registration certificate. Next time, you are not allowed to change your father's car to this color."

The voice strip was not finished, and there was silence for a while before Song Dashan's voice came out again:

"Next time Dad will buy you a new one."

The air stagnated for a moment.

Murong Xue at the side finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "What color did you change to? Did you make your uncle feel so wronged?"

Song Pingqing covered his face: It’s a bit embarrassing, really.

"That's probably your favorite color." Song Pingqing pointed to the garage outside the door, "Go and see for yourself."

Obviously, the pearlescent pink SUV stimulated more than just Song Dashan.

Even Murong Xue was stunned after seeing it: "This color..."

Although it is true that she likes pink very much, but the whole car is this color, which is really a bit too high-profile.

It doesn't fit her usual style.

Before she could express her true thoughts, Murong Xue turned around and saw Song Pingqing's sparkling eyes, as if waiting for praise.

Murong Xue changed her words decisively and nodded seriously: "Not bad, very unique."

Seeing that Song Pingqing was still looking at her like that, Murongxue gritted her teeth and continued to praise him: "It will probably be very beautiful in photos."

Murong Xue: I'm awesome, I've improved, I've become successful, I can only brag like this when I'm pushed into a corner.

Unexpectedly, this compliment hit the mark and triggered a critical hit.

Song Pingqing's eyes lit up even more: "That's what I thought, so I asked them to change it to this color!"

Murong Xue: It seems you really think so.

Song Pingqing: Xueer and I really have a tacit understanding.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing's slightly smug expression, and a trace of helplessness flashed across her eyes.

This is Song Pingqing. Really.

I have to admit that Murong Xue really loves Song Pingqing deeply.

For someone who has been picky and difficult to please since childhood, and has the conditions to be picky, as long as she is not satisfied with something in the slightest, Murong Xue will just tell it to get out of her sight.

She doesn't even need to say anything, just a glance and the people around her will do it for her.

But when it comes to Song Pingqing, exceptions have always been made.

She accepted that unpleasant humming sound.

After all, the person she loves is tone-deaf, so what can she do? Anyway, she won't be allowed to participate in the singing competition.

Murong Xue had no choice but to accept this cool pink car.

After all, this was the color that Song Pingqing specifically asked Song Dashan to change.

Although she felt embarrassed to expose her favorite color all of a sudden, as long as she accepted this setting...

Murong Xue had to admit that the color was fragrant, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

It’s very pretty, giving the illusion of a pink bubble in love.

Song Pingqing opened the passenger door, admired the pink interior decorations, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he made a very elegant gesture: "Get in the car."

Murong Xue was a little overwhelmed by her deliberately elegant service. She took out a pair of sunglasses from her small bag and put them on to cover her slightly red cheeks before getting into the car.

It is true that I dislike the color of this car because it is too flashy, but it is also true that I think this color is very attractive.

After watching Murong Xue sit down and fasten her seat belt, Song Pingqing closed the car door.

She went around to the other side, took a soft and clean blanket from the servant and spread it on the back seat, and Coal Ball immediately jumped up by stepping on the pedal.

Murong Xue heard Meiqiu's hum and looked back: "You still need to bring Meiqiu with you."

Before he finished speaking, Coal Ball started to whimper to show his dissatisfaction.

"How can you be so magnanimous? Your mother just asked a question." Song Pingqing tapped Meiqiu's head lightly.

Meiqiu immediately curled up on the mat and ignored everyone.

It’s time to say it or not.

Sometimes Song Pingqing really suspected that if she and Murong Xue had a child in the future, the child might grow up exactly like Coal Ball.

Such an idea is indeed a bit funny. How can the current technology be developed to that level?

Song Pingqing drove this thought out of his mind and looked at Murong Xue: "That's right, how can a family of three go out to play without bringing the children?"

Murong Xue was stunned for a moment.

No? She hasn't confessed yet, so why is she saying they are a family of three?

"Who's with your family of three?!"

This tone...at first glance it sounded like dissatisfaction, but to Song Pingqing it sounded a bit coquettish.

Oh~ She is shy.

"Sister, sister, big darling, why aren't you a family of three?"

It was hard for Song Pingqing not to reveal a sly smile, and he pressed on: "Hey? What are you thinking about?"

Murong Xue immediately turned her face away, pretending that she didn't hear anything and ignored him.

Song Pingqing smiled: Look, look at this arrogant look.