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

Because Song Pingqing didn't notice that there was someone following her at all, she opened the door, entered, and then closed the door casually.

Murong Xue, who was standing at the door, stared at the closed door with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

Murong Xue: How can this be?! What is she doing? What does Song Pingqing want to do?!

After standing there for three seconds, Murong Xue couldn't bear it any longer and simply reached out and knocked on the door.

In anger, Murong Xue knocked on the door in a different rhythm than before, so Song Pingqing asked loudly from inside the room: "Who?"

Murong Xue sneered, her tone slightly cold: "It's me."

Is it the tone of the eldest lady that is slightly cold?

Song Pingqing paused, jumped up and frantically stuffed the doll into the cabinet: "Wait a minute!"

A big question mark appeared on Murong Xue’s head.

Aunt Zhang passed by and suddenly realized what was going on. She spoke loudly:

"Miss! Miss Song's room was just sprayed with insecticide. She should just go in to get something. You'd better not go in."

Smart workers are the best at giving each other steps!

Murong Xue immediately retreated.

Song Pingqing, who was in the house, had not finished stuffing the doll yet. When he heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He took his cell phone and went out.

"I'm just going in to get my phone." Song Pingqing explained, glancing at Aunt Zhang, as if to say thank you for saving my life. He continued to act along with Aunt Zhang's words, "How long will it take? I'm a little sleepy."

Aunt Zhang remained calm and collected: "I'll go in and open the window in half an hour to ventilate the room. After that, I'll change the four-piece suit and mosquito net."

Zhang Ma: Why spray insecticide? There are only a lot of rags and threads in her room, so I just vacuumed a few times. But acting has to be comprehensive.

Murong Xue nodded: "It is indeed inconvenient to take a shower after spraying insecticide."

It seems that she is too suspicious.

Song Pingqing and Zhang Ma looked at each other.

Old ginger is not only spicy, but also knows how to work well with each other.

Even though an old ginger is wearing the skin of a new ginger.

This year is the year for the transition from primary school to junior high school. In addition, Murong Xue's birthday does not coincide with the final exams this time. In order to celebrate her birthday and her transition to junior high school, Murong Xue's birthday party this year will be extra grand, and many business celebrities have been invited.

If we wait until a birthday to give out thirteen dolls at once, it would be enough to cause chaos.

Song Pingqing thought about it and felt that something like a sleeping doll should be given as soon as possible and enjoyed as soon as possible, so he simply didn't insist on giving it to her on her birthday.

On the third day after returning to Jincheng, after washing and drying all the dolls, he immediately called six bodyguards to carry the thirteen dolls to deliver them to Murong Xue.

Song Qixiu (Xiu Xiu) was holding the small sleeping doll in her little hand. She looked at the bodyguards passing by her with the large one in their arms. She let out an "Ahhh" sound in dissatisfaction for a moment.

Song Qixiu: Is my grandma picking up a new baby out there again? !

Song Qixiu waved his hands angrily: I'm not the only one who has a doll that my grandma sewed herself?

My doll is so much smaller than the big one!!!

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Zhao Lei was walking at the end. When he heard Xiuxiu crying, he leaned over to take a look and said, "Miss Song. The young lady is crying."

I only hear the sound but don't see the tears.

"Tsk..." Song Pingqing walked over and picked up Xiuxiu, "You received it half a month earlier than others, and you're still not satisfied?"

Although it was a small size made when designing the pattern, it was also sewn by Song Pingqing stitch by stitch. Song Pingqing didn't think there was anything wrong with how he coaxed Xiuxiu.

Just ask her if she has done it.

It would be nice if children could just hold the small doll obediently.

Song Qixiu was no longer angry and was coaxed into calming down very quickly.

Murong Xue looked at the six bodyguards standing in front of her, each holding a baby in their left and right hands, and then looked at Song Pingqing who was holding a baby in his arms. For a moment, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly:

“Why did you buy so many dolls?”

With just a dozen dolls, they still need six bodyguards to accompany them?

Song Pingqing was very proud: "Who am I looking down on? I sewed all of this stitch by stitch."

Murong Xue's slightly disdainful look immediately turned into a sparkling one. She was very happy, but didn't want to show it. For a moment, she could only purse her lips to control the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise up.

"These thirteen. Did you make each one of them?" Murong Xue asked again, with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

Song Pingqing took in all the changes in her facial expressions and thought that the child was becoming more and more adorable.

"Yes, I made every one of them. Even the eyes, nose and mouth were embroidered by me."

Oh, then you really need a bodyguard to accompany you.

When Murong Xue heard Song Pingqing say this, she finally reached out and took the scarlet fox doll from her arms: "I thought it was so ugly, it doesn't have the exquisite feeling of the dolls sold outside at all."

As she spoke, she signaled to the bodyguards to put the doll down and leave.

Seeing her clearly liking it but trying to pretend she didn't care, Song Pingqing secretly complained in his heart:

Yo~ If you have the ability to be disgusted, why don’t you have the ability to suppress those few pixels that are raised at the corners of your mouth~

What? Are these few pixels harder to depress than AK?

Song Pingqing had long been accustomed to her character, and of course did not care at all about Murong Xue's hypocrisy. He just smiled and watched her quietly as she opened the transparent packaging bag outside the doll.

"I tell you, if it weren't for the fact that you made this doll yourself, I wouldn't hold such an ugly doll."

Murong Xue reached into the bag and was about to take out the fox, but she felt something soft and comfortable, as if she had caught a cloud.

Murong Xue paused and couldn't help but exclaimed, "So soft?"

It is completely different from those dolls that look delicate but are a bit uncomfortable to hold.

Murong Xue's eyes became brighter, and she immediately wanted to take the fox Papa out of the bag.

"This is a doll specially made for people to hold while sleeping. Of course, the fabric must be soft and skin-friendly to be comfortable." Song Pingqing helped her tear off the outer layer of packaging bag.

"I bought it specially made of the kind of fabric that can be used by babies."

This kind of fabric is not easy to find on the market, not to mention that it needs to be in various colors to make thirteen dolls.

But fortunately, Song Pingqing's classmates nowadays have families doing all kinds of things. She has always been very popular in the class, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the people on the other side took the initiative to agree to help.

Seeing Murongxue hugging Fox tightly in her arms and even rubbing it twice, Song Pingqing asked with a smile: "How is it? Is it comfortable to hold?"

The cleaning agent used even has the scent that Murong Xue often uses and likes the most.

Murong Xue buried her face in the doll and took a deep breath of the fox scent: "It smells so good."