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

The Murong family supports several of them, so it's more than just a matter of adding a few more pairs of chopsticks.

"There are more important connections." Song Pingqing exhaled lightly, "What my uncle gave me has long exceeded the value of that house."

"It's okay for you to go and pay him back as soon as you make money, but I've lived in the Murong family for four and a half years. If I say the house is too expensive and I can't take it, or say something like I will definitely pay it back in the future, that would really hurt his feelings."

Not to mention Song Pingqing, even Gu Zongnan, who was born into the same wealthy family as Murong Xue, was inevitably branded with the Murong family's imprint after being carefully cultivated by Murong Bazong.

"And our family doesn't have to worry too much about how to repay the favor."

When saying this, Song Pingqing had an attitude of being not worried about having too many lice and not worried about having too many debts.

"Of course, there are reasons for my uncle's actions. We are still far from being capable. There is no need to think too much. The most important thing is to do our own thing well."

Facing the complicated looks from the family, Song Pingqing spread his hands and said, "Let's work hard first. Maybe when Hengtong Logistics' transportation capacity increases, we can contract all the logistics work of Wanmu Group."

Before Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei came down the stairs, Song Pingqing suddenly added, "Oh, but I don't think it's possible. After all, if I were Uncle Murong, I wouldn't put all my eggs in one basket. I can try to get more orders from the Gu Group."

Xu Jinmei simply avoided the topic and reached out to touch Song Pingqing's back: "What your uncle Murong gave you was given by him. But we are your parents, and we should prepare a house for you. What kind do you want?"

"Uh... I... I'm a little interested in old houses." Song Pingqing's eyes flickered. He looked like a quail, but he spoke very boldly. "Or you two can work hard to buy an old house for your daughter."

Be bold and make a request first. What if it is agreed?

Jincheng City has a special history. There are many old houses in the city that are hundreds of years old. Some of them are shaped like castles, so beautiful that Song Pingqing couldn't help but ignite her princess dream.

Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan are not afraid at all that Song Pingqing will make requests or put forward ideas. They are just afraid that Song Pingqing will not make any requests. If so, they, as parents, will lack a sense of existence.

So when Xu Jinmei heard Song Pingqing's request and saw how cowardly he was when he made this request, she felt angry and amused at the same time: "You don't want the apartment anymore?"

"Hey...wasn't I afraid that you had no money at that time?" Song Pingqing's whole body was filled with the words "well-behaved" and "cute".

"Three years." Song Dashan slapped his thigh, "Dad promised! In three years, Dad will buy you an old house!"

Song Pingqing was happy and grinned: "Oh, the common people are really, really happy today."

"Naughty kid." Xu Jinmei scolded with a smile, and said to Old Lady Song, "Mom, go change your clothes quickly, let's go shopping."

"Hey." Old Mrs. Song went there quickly.

These are his biological mother and grandmother, so of course Song Pingqing dared to let them ride in Murong's car. Zhao Lei took them to a shopping mall that Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had been to together before.

"This place smells really good." said Old Lady Song.

"I'll take you to the aromatherapy shop later. You can pick out some aromatherapy scents and put them in our big villa." Song Pingqing held Old Lady Song with one hand and Xu Jinmei with the other.

"In the toilet?" Old Mrs. Song was shocked and whispered in Song Pingqing's ear, "That's so extravagant."

"It's not extravagant. We do this to save face for others. In the future, some partners will come to our house to discuss business." Song Pingqing explained.

Song Pingqing was not keen on shopping, mainly because he was not keen on spending money. But as one of the few high-end shopping malls he had visited, Song Pingqing had some impression of the locations of the stores he thought Xu Jinmei needed to visit.

Old Mrs. Song was reluctant to buy it, and her reason was very straightforward: "The money I spent on this dress could buy a big gold bracelet, I don't want it."

"Grandma, although you don't have to go to the company, you may run into business partners at home. The clothes and bags you wear should still be presentable." Song Pingqing leaned close to Old Lady Song's ear, "Grandma, think about it, if you wear these, your parents will earn more money, and that money can buy many large gold bracelets, isn't it balanced?"

These words really hit the spot that made Old Lady Song feel itchy. Yes, no traditional old person could refuse the reason that "you are enjoying yourself so well for the good of your children", so Old Lady Song rarely put aside her unhappiness and started looking at clothes.

But she refused to look at the tag, as if the price of the clothes would not be that expensive as long as she didn't look at it.

The image difference of this family is quite big. The daughter wears a high-end custom-made dress, while the mother and grandmother wear very common and simple fast-selling brands.

This strange combination made the clerk unsure of the financial resources of the few people, and he didn't know what kind of products to introduce.

Song Pingqing noticed the clerk's hesitation and smiled: "Pick out some formal clothes for my mother to wear at work. Price is not an issue."

As soon as these words came out, the clerk knew that they were indeed here to make purchases. The smile on his face suddenly became more genuine, and he said to Xu Jinmei, "Please come this way. I'll help you match the food."

The purpose of the store clerk's service is to make money, so of course they want to make the customers look their best. Xu Jinmei tried on four or five outfits in a row, and they were all very good.

These clothes have different occasions when they need to be worn. Song Pingqing did not hesitate and asked the clerk to pack them up.

She ran to the other side to choose clothes for Old Lady Song who had not tried on any clothes yet.

Song Pingqing had a good eye. She could always hit the nail on the head when choosing clothes. The key was that she could coax Old Lady Song into trying them on: "Grandma, let me tell you, the cut of this piece is great. We had a design class last year and the teacher specifically talked about this. You'll definitely look good in it. This is the one for old ladies!"

Song Pingqing gave an exaggerated thumbs-up.

"Then I'll go give it a try?" When Old Lady Song said this, the eyes of the shop assistant following behind her lit up.

She had just tried her best to persuade the old lady, but she showed no sign of wanting to try on clothes.

As expected, the ones who can conquer grandma are always their own grandchildren.

Although I don’t understand why those ladies always like to compare their bags, bags are still necessary for social occasions, and they need to buy a few to suit various occasions.

After Song Pingqing had matched three sets of clothes for Old Lady Song, Xu Jinmei had also finished choosing most of her clothes, so the three of them went to hang out in the private area.

Due to limited budget, Song Pingqing picked a limited edition of 700,000 yuan, two regular editions of 450,000 yuan, and four everyday editions of tens of thousands of yuan.

While choosing, she carefully explained to Xu Jinmei and Old Lady Song the occasions when these bags were suitable, and she also selected two everyday styles for Old Lady Song.

I swiped the card without hesitation, and fortunately, at that time, Niumus did not have the so-called "matching of goods" rules.

Xu Jinmei looked at the long strings of numbers that came out when she swiped her card and couldn't help but sigh: "Why do I feel like I'm not as rich as I was before I made any money?"

"Really, I feel like this is how I shopped at the market when I was young."

When you have money, you will buy higher-end goods, more luxurious cars, and go to more high-end occasions.

Song Pingqing laughed so hard when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly to show his agreement: "In fact, it's still the same way of life. You make money to solve the problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation in a different environment, but there are more entertainments. You don't have to sit under the tree at the entrance of the village all the time to play chess. There is no difference in essence."

"Bao'er, what you said makes perfect sense." Old Mrs. Song felt that Song Pingqing was truly worthy of being the child she had raised.

After buying clothes and bags, Song Pingqing took the two of them to look at accessories. With Murong Baba's superb guidance, Song Pingqing's vision was very sharp, and he could pick out every good thing.

After just one round, he spent a total of 2.8 million.

"When I first brought Bao to Jincheng, I hesitated before buying a coat worth 280 yuan." It's rare for Xu Jinmei to feel so emotional.

Song Pingqing: Don’t tell me that you will hesitate before buying a coat worth 280 yuan in this life. When I was young in my previous life, I had to think twice before buying a coat worth 80 yuan. I spent half a month comparing prices on various platforms and finally chose the most cost-effective military coat at 40 yuan.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing felt even better. At least he had achieved financial freedom early in his life.

Oh, it’s not complete economic freedom, at least the property management fee is not free, that thing costs 900,000 a year! ! ! !

After solving the clothing accessories and bags problems, there is still the issue of styling to be solved.

For this kind of thing, no one can be as efficient and quick as Wu Qiming. Song Pingqing waved his phone at Xu Jinmei and Old Lady Song, and on it was a message from Wu Qiming that the appointment was successful.

"I have made an appointment with a stylist for you. Go there tomorrow morning to get your hair done. The stylist will teach you how to put on makeup and do your hair."

For things like this, it’s more reliable to find someone who has entertainment resources at home and uses celebrity makeup.

Jincheng is a city of decadence and extravagance, and the makeup and styling of celebrities are quite something and are definitely at the forefront of fashion.

If Song Pingqing had not asked Wu Qiming for help, the normal appointment time would have to be queued for two months later.

Song Pingqing was having a great time shopping and spending money here, but the atmosphere at Murong's villa was very subtle.

Murong Xue sat next to Wu Qiming in a very dignified and elegant posture, with a calm expression. She said nothing, just staring at his mobile phone.

Murong Xue read every text message Song Pingqing sent to Wu Qiming.

If there was any characteristic of Song Pingqing that Murong Xue would envy, it must be the relationship between Song Pingqing and his elders.

Mr. Murong Ba is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions. At least in Song Pingqing's eyes, when it comes to caring for his daughter, Mr. Murong Ba is always financially well-off but lacks in personal behavior.

In fact, the domineering president had no choice. After all, he was in that position and was really too busy most of the time. But the consequences of being so busy were also obvious. As Murong Xue grew up, the communication between father and daughter became less and less.

In addition, there was a lack of a mother who could act as a middleman to appease both sides. As a result, many times after the call was connected, there was not even a chance for a "hello" to be said, and both sides fell into a strange silence.

Occasionally there are a few words of concern, but they sound old-fashioned and polite.

Murong Xue used to think that this was a normal relationship between father and daughter, until one time she went to Song Pingqing's room without knocking and happened to run into Song Pingqing and Xu Jinmei talking on the phone. Song Dashan would interject from time to time, trying to feel his presence as a father.

Although they are a parent-child relationship where they seldom see each other, Song Pingqing has no pressure to act like a spoiled child in front of Xu Jinmei.

Murong Xue tried to use Song Pingqing's method to ease the awkward father-daughter relationship, but what was the result?

Apart from Aunt Zhang cooking a few more dishes and Murong Xue having a few more new clothes in her closet, there were no other results.

It even made the already somewhat awkward relationship between father and daughter even worse.

Murong Xue herself found it outrageous. She was much more relaxed when she was with Song Pingqing than when she was in front of her own father.

It's really sad.

Being stared at like this by Murong Xue, Wu Qiming broke out in a cold sweat. He felt that Murong Xue and Murong Bazong's styles were becoming more and more similar, both giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Only after seeing Wu Qiming send the message that the appointment was successful did Murong Xue stand up and say, "It's on my account."

Wu Qiming watched Murongxue leave, pretending to be busy for a while, and suddenly said "Oops", and said to Jianguo who was studying on his own: "I'm going back to my room first. I just remembered that my family asked me to call them back. If they come back, please send me a message."

"Okay." It wasn't a big deal, so Jianguo agreed casually.

Wu Qiming then sneaked back to the room and called Song Pingqing directly: "Brother, I'm here to tip you off!"

Song Pingqing was sitting in the restaurant eating dinner and was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Tip off at this time? Tip off what? Tip off what?

"Wait a moment." Song Pingqing covered the phone receiver and said to Xu Jinmei and Old Lady Song, "I have something to do. I need to go out and answer a call."

Until I found a quieter environment, I asked, "What's the matter?"

"Xue'er isn't very happy." Wu Qiming quickly told Murong Xue everything about the message Song Pingqing sent her. "I can't say why she's unhappy. Anyway, I think her mood is weird. But she said at the end that it's on her account, so she doesn't seem that angry."

Song Pingqing didn't react for a while. After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he said, "It's okay. I'll talk about it when I get back."

"Then when will you come back?" Wu Qiming's tone was a little anxious.

"...Brother, I just asked for leave and came back. It will take at least a week for me to go back." Song Pingqing was speechless. "Calm down. She is in a bad mood, but she is not going to kill you."

"Then you should come back earlier." Wu Qiming felt that he could not withstand Murong Xue's pressure. When Song Pingqing asked for leave, he suddenly felt the pressure soaring.

Song Pingqing felt as if he saw a little brat biting a handkerchief and crying, and rubbed his head helplessly.

The team will disband without her.