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

Sometimes Murong Xue had to admire Song Pingqing's intuition.

After passively accepting the idea of ​​traveling in this pearlescent pink SUV, Murong Xue gradually felt the joy of pearlescent pink.

These pink accessories in the car make people feel good no matter how you look at them.

Especially the photo session.

Just as Song Pingqing said, it's really too out of place.

Looking at the pattern on the Polaroid camera in her hand, Murong Xue praised from the bottom of her heart: "This car is really beautiful with the scenery along the way."

In the photo, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue are walking hand in hand along the side of the road. The setting sun is dim, the clouds are bright, the wind blows up the ribbons on their sun hats, and behind them is the front half of the car.

This type of photo is a very typical posed wedding photography template, but I have to say that the finished product is really beautiful. At least both Song Pingqing and Murong Xue like this photo very much.

Everyone is full of youthful vitality.

Song Pingqing stared at the photo for a long time before reluctantly returning it to Murong Xue.

Oh...the photo is so good, even Murong Xue's slightly curly hair is so perfect.

It’s a pity that the bodyguards took the photo using Polaroid camera paper, so it’s impossible to take a second photo.

Before going on a trip, Song Pingqing bought two thousand sheets of Polaroid film in one go.

Deep down I felt so proud, thinking that I would finally no longer have to be tortured by the price of Polaroid film in this life.

result?

The result is that someone who is driving now is regretting it so much that his intestines are turning green.

I thought that after traveling, the folder named "Murong Xue's Growth Diary" in my computer would grow a little bigger.

It seems difficult now.

Murong Xue obviously prefers this way of taking photos as she goes along.

"Where are we staying tonight?"

It had only been six hours since they came out, but the Polaroid film on Murong Xue's hand could no longer fit into a small bag.

Don't get me wrong, we only stopped to rest twice and went to the service area twice, but the photos were so good to take.

Especially if you don't need to save Polaroid paper.

"We'll stay in Nanshi tonight." Song Pingqing gestured to Murongxue to look through the folder herself. "The hotel's name and address are clearly marked inside."

"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded, confirmed the address and immediately started sending messages.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly paying attention to this?" Song Pingqing asked puzzledly.

"I'll ask them to send a few photo albums and a nice box to the hotel." Murong Xue found a place where it wouldn't be seen directly and stuffed the folder in.

Song Pingqing didn't understand the intention of Murong Xue's behavior: "Where should I put it?!"

Murong Xue's answer was so legitimate: "When traveling, I really don't want to see dirty things like folders."

Song Pingqing: ...Fine.

The most important thing is that she is happy.

It takes eight hours to reach the destination from Jincheng to Nanshi even without a break.

The two set out at ten in the morning, and stopped twice for a total of half an hour, until it was slightly dark when they finally arrived in Nanshi.

Song Pingqing drove for eight hours and his butt was numb when he got out of the car. He jumped three times impatiently as soon as he threw the keys to the doorman.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired." Song Pingqing kept jumping up and down, muttering, "I decided to drive myself for fun. I'll keep driving myself for fun."

"What a mess." Murong Xue didn't understand what Song Pingqing was referring to.

After all, she was a person who didn't need to drive at all. Along the way, her sitting posture gradually changed from upright and elegant, to leaning against a glass of wine, and finally to lying down flat.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing had anticipated such a situation, so the back of her chair did not come into close contact with Coal Briquette's small blanket.

"I sat for too long and my butt is numb."

Such straightforward words were met with a helpless look from Murong Xue, as if to say "I shouldn't expect a fox like you to spit out ivory."

"Let's have a SPA and relax." Murong Xue arranged things right away. "I don't want my exclusive driver to be tired as soon as he goes out."

"Exclusive driver?" These four words rolled between Song Pingqing's lips and teeth, and soon turned into a chuckle, "Is it also an exclusive pillow?"

Murongxue was so shocked that she almost immediately covered Song Pingqing's mouth, her tone was so panicked: "He's still in the lobby!"

"No one heard it." Song Pingqing was overjoyed. "Life is not so crowded with audiences."

These words made Murong Xue so angry that she held her shoulders and shook them hard until Song Pingqing admitted her mistake and begged for mercy.

There is often a saying that young couples must travel together once before getting engaged or married to see if they are suitable for each other.

Song Pingqing never paid attention to this before, until he met Murong Xue in this life, then he realized how valuable this sentence was.

Today's journey lasted eight and a half hours, almost nine hours. The two of them were able to talk about work, investment trends, down-level management, and family matters...

Even which restaurant has launched a new product, which brand has sent a new product, and whether you like it or not, and whether you think the other party will like it, there is no end to these discussions.

To put it a little pretentiously, whenever they are together, they have endless things to talk about.

Even if both of you say you are tired and don't want to talk anymore, you can still play some pop or light music in the car.

The two listened together. Song Pingqing did not hum any random noise, and Murong Xue did not mind the song being tasteless.

Although there was no communication, the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

In short, the atmosphere is warmer and more harmonious than that in the current hotel suite.

"You, you, you, what are you doing?!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Pingqing had already taken a shower and finished his SPA. He lay relaxed on the lounge chair in the courtyard, looking up at the stars.

Having missed the busiest period right after the college entrance examination, Song Pingqing gave priority to booking rooms with private courtyards when booking hotels.

The greenhouse effect is not very serious at this moment. Although the nights at the end of June are not cool, they are not hot either. You can see the stars in the sky while lying on a lounge chair in the yard.

There were also several plates of mosquito coils lit nearby.

Song Pingqing: I felt like I was suddenly back in my rural hometown.

Song Pingqing was just about to hum some random tunes when he suddenly heard a "bang".

The voice had a very familiar dullness to it.

Song Pingqing immediately jumped up from the recliner and looked at Murong Xue who had quietly walked behind him at some point: "You, you, you, what are you doing?!"

Murong Xue said seriously with a stern face, "Of course, do something that adults would do."

Murong Xue held an opened bottle of champagne and two goblets in her hands: "Have a drink with me."

Song Pingqing: Just drink if you want to, why make it so ambiguous.