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

Song Pingqing was of course well aware of how discerning Murong Xue's aesthetics and taste were. After hearing what she said, he couldn't help but become curious about the taste of this cake shop.

The cake Murong Xue ordered for Song Pingqing was a cartoon pattern, a double-layer cake with a little red fox lying on the grass. The little fox's hair was clearly visible and the colors were realistic, just like the showpiece products on the short video platform in his previous life.

The grass is the main body of the lower layer of cake, and it is decorated with various small cream flowers.

It is beautiful, delicate, and has cute patterns, just the kind that children would like on their birthdays, and it does not conflict with the current earthen pot stewing environment.

At this moment, Song Pingqing didn't think about the fact that he didn't like the cartoon style. He just felt that Murong Xue was very thoughtful in sending this cake.

At Murong Xue's urging, Song Pingqing cooperated and made a wish and blew out the candles.

Song Pingqing didn't have any wishes, so if he had to make one, he would silently pray in his heart: I hope all my relatives and friends will be healthy in this life.

For the elderly who come here, they all think that health is the most important thing.

When the cake knife cut along the main body, revealing the brown cross section, Song Pingqing showed a slightly surprised look, with an undisguised surprise in his eyes: "Chocolate flavor?"

"Ah."

Seeing Song Pingqing's surprised expression, Murong Xue raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction and nodded with a little pride.

Song Pingqing was not interested in sweets. He would only take two or three bites when everyone else was eating. Only when Aunt Zhang made chocolate cake or dessert would Song Pingqing take a few more bites.

Because she never mentioned it deliberately, no one paid attention to what Song Pingqing liked or disliked to eat. Aunt Zhang might be able to tell something from the amount of leftover food, but these peers... almost no one paid attention to these things. At most, they knew that Song Pingqing was lactose intolerant and did not drink sugary drinks.

After all, they are all children of wealthy families, and knowing what foods your friends are allergic to is already a good relationship.

Only Murong Xue was delicate and sensitive by nature, and she noticed even such small details as Song Pingqing's.

Song Pingqing was not surprised by the chocolate cake. She was surprised that Murong Xue actually noticed these small details and was willing to take the time to think about her friend.

For a moment, I couldn't help but break into an exceptionally happy smile.

"Thank you."

It’s funny to say, apart from Aunt Zhang and Old Lady Song, Murong Xue might really be the person in the world who knows her own taste in food best.

Aunt Zhang did it for job reasons, Old Lady Song did it because Song Pingqing could order dishes without restraint, and Murong Xue was the only one who she paid attention to because of their close relationship, and took care of because she noticed.

Song Pingqing seldom thanked him in such a formal way. Murong Xue was slightly dissatisfied and gave him a sidelong glance. She was about to mock him by asking why he was not being naughty anymore, but she saw that the little fox had sincere eyes and looked extremely serious.

Murong Xue swallowed the sarcasm that had already slid to her lips: "Well, you deserve it, you're welcome."

Although Song Pingqing was a friend invited by President Murong with money and resources, as the saying goes, time reveals a person's true character. The longer they get along, the more Murong Xue can see Song Pingqing's sincerity and intentions.

Murong Xue quietly watched the fox who was cutting the cake in a good mood, and sighed in her heart: It is only natural that those who work hard will be favored.

When Song Pingqing smiled and forked the first piece of cake into the plate and handed it to Murong Xue, Murong Xue's rare emotion became even more profound.

The cake was good, with just the right softness and a slightly sweet and bitter flavor, and a hint of vanilla to blend the flavor. Song Pingqing took a sip and tasted it carefully before nodding heavily: "It's really delicious."

This set of actions almost gave the person giving the gift the emotional feedback she needed. Murong Xue then smiled and moved the fork slowly, thinking that the half candy she had intentionally given was indeed correct.

The days before the New Year are always the busiest time. After having a meal, Murong Xue was picked up by someone sent by President Murong.

The bodyguard who came to take care of Song Pingqing was still Zhao Lei. When Song Pingqing saw him in the car, he said, "Aren't you going home for the New Year again this year?"

How come she remembered that this guy stayed on duty last year?

"The birthday present from Missy is in the last row."

After Zhao Lei conveyed his assigned task in one sentence, he answered Song Pingqing's question:

"No, I'll just send you back so I can go to the dormitory and pack my things. I'll take the early flight home tomorrow morning. I heard that you gave Zhao Miao and Jing Jing a generous year-end bonus this year, and my family is gearing up to have a good New Year."

"As for the New Year, it's more comfortable to have money." Song Pingqing remembered that when his children in his previous life had just graduated, they encountered an economic recession and did not even dare to go home for the New Year. He had to call each of them and scold them to get them to come back.

In fact, Song Pingqing didn’t really care how they would live after he left. After all, death is like the extinguishing of a light, and he now has a new family.

During this year's Spring Festival, the Song family of five finally didn't have to squeeze into that small two-bedroom, one-living-room house. Song Pingqing finally had his own independent bedroom in the Song family.

This villa is completely incomparable to the one of Murong's family in terms of value, area and property security. However, Song Dashan was afraid of letting her down, so he directly renovated the entire second floor into his daughter's room, with a bedroom, dressing room, study and large bathroom.

I can only say that it’s a blessing that her father in this life knew that she had no feelings about pink and didn’t decorate all of these things in pink.

When Xu Jinmei led Song Pingqing to the second floor and introduced her room, Song Pingqing was completely stunned. He kept pulling Xu Jinmei's sleeve and asked:

"Is my dad crazy? I don't often stay at home, why did he give me such a large piece of land? It would be better to arrange for my grandparents to live here, so that they can live comfortably."

Of course Xu Jinmei also tried to persuade Song Dashan, but it was of no use. The old father was determined to give all this to his daughter. He became stubborn and no matter how much Old Lady Song and Old Man Song tried to persuade him, it was useless.

Song Pingqing was a little numb: "Very good, very good."

When people have enough money, they don’t need to pack their luggage when they move to a new place, except for the necessary items such as mobile phone, keys and wallet.

The place where you live has everything you need, and if you really need something, just make a phone call and someone will deliver it.

Song Dashan considered everything except providing Song Pingqing with a computer.

Song Pingqing was helpless. Her 88-year-old immortal cultivation novel was about to be finished, and she absolutely could not stop updating at this time. So she simply made a phone call and intercepted Zhao Lei who was about to go to the airport, and temporarily bought a desktop computer.

"Don't play games." Xu Jinmei looked at the workers moving computers in and out and said to Song Pingqing, "I heard that many children are addicted to games and don't study hard."

"What kind of games can I be addicted to?" Song Pingqing said with disdain, "I can invest in people to develop games."

Xu Jinmei slapped her head and then she remembered that her daughter and those people were no longer on the same track.

"Just know it yourself. Mom is just giving you some advice in vain."

Where can she find games that can make Song Pingqing addicted at this time? Is she going to go to the Penguin Hall to throw bubbles?

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing suddenly remembered that he had taken the Murong family as an opportunity to choose to sponsor a talented girl who had a great obsession in this area.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing suddenly felt that he should go see her after the New Year. Geniuses have a relatively short growth period, so he should go and see if she has the ability to start developing her own game now.

Anyway, Song Pingqing has plenty of money now.

After the installation master had configured the computer, Song Pingqing couldn't wait to insert the U-shield and log into the online banking.

At that time, logging into online banking was not as easy as face scanning in the past. It required special hardware to be plugged in and connected.

Song Pingqing operated quickly and couldn't wait to check the balance of his bank card.

Xu Jinmei came up with a plate of washed, chopped fruits with a fork. Seeing the USB key plugged into Song Pingqing's computer, she smiled and said, "You are so young, and you are using online banking."

"I can't help it." Song Pingqing shook his upper body back and forth a few times in a very pretentious manner. "After all, I'm a rich man now, and I have to look at the dividends at the end of the year."

Xu Jinmei thought of the Mixue Yue Tea that was registered under her name, and simply sat down next to Song Pingqing: "Your company is doing very well. I met that girl named Chen Pu several times when she came to me for signatures. She is very capable."

After all, Xu Jinmei is the nominal boss of Mixue Yuecha. Although Chen Pu has to report his work to Song Pingqing on a daily basis, when it comes to real things, he has to go to Xu Jinmei for signature and coordination.

"A high school student found in Shan'ao Village." Song Pingqing forked a grape and ate it. "What do you think? I have good taste, right?"

"That's amazing." Xu Jinmei watched Song Pingqing swallow the grape and fed her another one.

Compared to the complaints she occasionally heard in the company about someone's child being too naughty and noisy and not studying hard, Xu Jinmei really felt that her daughter was here to repay a favor.

Song Pingqing opened his mouth and waited for his mother to feed him. His fingertips moved quickly and he had already entered the page.

The balance is more than 8 million, and with two decimal places, the string of numbers looks unusually long.

Xu Jinmei saw it and couldn't help but sigh: "That's a lot."

"Not much." Song Pingqing exhaled, "It's time to find another direction for development."

Mixue Yuecha and the tea factory are naturally the main sources of income for Song Pingqing. The former is the dividend of the times that Song Pingqing has reaped, and the latter is the dividend of the Murong family. The two are almost equally matched in terms of their ability to make money.

The second is Jumei Youpin owned by Murong Xue and Gu Zongnan. As for Weibo and Wei Ni, the former has not started to make a profit yet, and the latter was created for charity and has almost no income.

One thing worth mentioning is Taobao.com, which was founded by Shen Wuxiu. It had good revenue this year because Jumei Youpin opened an online store and encouraged publicity, and its high-quality and low-priced imported products were well received by the market.

Although this amount of revenue is less than one hour of the previous Double Eleven Shopping Festival, it is already an epic progress for Taobao.com today.

Everything is moving in the right direction. For Song Pingqing, the seven-digit balance in her bank account has almost completely achieved financial freedom. At least for her ideal life of "eating and waiting to die", the number in her bank card is enough for her to squander.

"You are so young, but all you think about is making money." Xu Jinmei said helplessly, "You should also learn some management skills. You will have to take over our logistics company in the future."

"I need to learn what I need to learn, but I don't know if I can take over." Song Pingqing lay back in a chair, acting like a rich second-generation rich man. "Mom, I'm telling you, my assets will only grow. I can't manage it all by myself. Sooner or later, I'll have to hire a professional manager to help me manage it."

Xu Jinmei was stunned for a moment, then sighed slightly: "Mom doesn't understand those."

Pushing Song Pingqing to this platform is her greatest ability as a mother.

Before Song Pingqing could open his mouth to comfort Xu Jinmei, she felt relieved: "That's good, you know a lot, and you will definitely be able to take good care of yourself in the future."

"Excellent children are either their own or the country's, but never our parents'."

This is very meaningful.

Song Pingqing thought of his previous life and agreed with this statement in his heart.

However, I still have to look confused and pretend that I don’t understand.

I looked at Xu Jinmei's expression and found that her eyes were red. This was rare. Xu Jinmei didn't seem like such a sentimental person. Did something happen recently that she didn't know about?

Song Pingqing was puzzled, but couldn't ask more questions.

After all, sometimes it is difficult to play a child well.

There was too much money, and it was not a good idea to just keep it there. Xu Jinmei went out to take care of other things. Song Pingqing picked up his phone and sent a message to Murong Xue, asking her directly whether this young lady knew how to operate in the stock market.

Given their current relationship, there was really no need to beat around the bush and say polite words.

When Murong Xue received the text message from Song Pingqing asking how to make money, she was discussing some property management issues with President Murong Ba. Murong Xue originally did not intend to pay attention to the message sent at this time, but when she saw that the sender was Song Pingqing, President Murong Ba picked up her phone first.

It's really speechless that the old father actually has the hobby of looking at his daughter's mobile phone.

Seeing the content of the message, President Murong stopped tapping the table with his index finger. He seemed to find it interesting and showed an "interesting" expression: "Your good friend has finally given up on increasing his assets by buying a house."

"Hmm?" Murong Xue took the phone from Murong Ba Zong's hand and saw the content on it. She showed the same expression as her domineering father, but there was a little more arrogance in her tone. "You have been following me for a long time, so you must have made some progress."

After being immersed in the rich and prosperous society for a long time, it is natural that the perception of property has changed.

"What do you think?" asked President Murong Ba.

"We are still young." Murong Xue didn't have any idea, "Pick something that interests you and play with it slowly."

President Murong Ba tapped the table again with his index finger. After a moment, he shook his head: "If you don't have any special ideas, I will have to make some other arrangements."

"It's up to you." Murong Xue didn't care.

After all, her father would not harm her.