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

"Are you planning to find someone to draw your album?" Song Pingqing asked Murong Xue while washing his hands. "Which artist are you going to find? I want to see the style of painting in advance."

Murong Xue had just pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and was wiping her hands. When she heard this, she immediately looked at Song Pingqing in confusion: "Didn't I say that I wanted to draw it into an album?"

Murong Xue deliberately emphasized the three words "that's what I think".

Song Pingqing was slightly puzzled: "But you are busy?"

You can’t blame Song Pingqing for mistakenly thinking that Murong Xue would find a painter.

Sometimes Song Pingqing even doubted that if Murong Xue was not still a minor, she might not even be able to get eight hours of sleep a day.

How can children grow if they don’t get enough sleep?

The longest sleep Murong Xue had ever had was the day she ran to her room and slept until half past nine.

"You're not getting enough sleep now. You should prioritize rest." Song Pingqing was a little worried.

Murong Xue frowned slightly and immediately retorted: "It is because we are busy that we need to relax more."

Song Pingqing complained in his heart: You must have forgotten the painful experience you had as the second party when you were drawing the poster a few years ago.

Song Pingqing had never felt so clearly that Murong Xue had reached her rebellious phase.

After seeing her wash her hands, Murong Xue immediately took out a handkerchief and handed it to Song Pingqing: "I just want to relax by drawing, is that not okay?"

Murong Xue's actions are caring, her tone is willful, and her mentality is rebellious.

Song Pingqing took the tissue and wiped his hands: "…I'm worried that you won't get enough sleep and won't grow taller."

Song Pingqing's behavior is thoughtful, his tone is gentle, and his psychological age is unknown.

"You think I'm too short?" Murong Xue thought of the question Song Pingqing had just asked, and suddenly got angry again, "Do you have another artist in mind? That's why you don't want me to paint."

"I swear to God." Song Pingqing immediately replied, "I have absolutely no such intention."

With a serious expression and sincere tone, Song Pingqing was so serious as if he was taking an oath.

She was really just worried that Murong Xue wouldn't grow taller.

"Really?" Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing suspiciously, but when she saw that she looked calm and didn't seem to be faking it, she accepted her explanation.

"Don't worry, Daddy didn't arrange any extra study or work for me this summer, so I have more time. I can definitely squeeze out some time to paint."

“I love this story and I really want to draw it.”

Song Pingqing looked at Murongxue deeply for a while, and finally said: "Okay. If you want to draw, then draw it."

Since the child has said this, let’s just do as she says.

Sure enough, when one is determined to make time, one can squeeze it out no matter how busy one is.

Just like the commentators at the Olympics can reply to their girlfriends’ messages between games.

What's that classic famous quote?

Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, there will always be some.

Murong Xue finally raised the corners of her mouth happily, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks:

"Don't worry, I will never let this matter affect my normal life rhythm."

Song Pingqing had no choice but to hold her hand and walk back: "Okay, Miss, let's go back and have breakfast according to the normal rhythm of life."

Murong Xue was very happy. After looking around to make sure there were no servants, gardeners, bodyguards or other outsiders around, she simply pulled Song Pingqing and skipped forward, shaking their interlocked hands as they walked.

Song Pingqing really wanted to say, "You didn't do such childish things when you were six or seven years old," but he was afraid of stimulating the child's nature that had just been released with great difficulty, so he held back.

Yes, there are not many people in the garden and the yard.

But it doesn't mean there isn't one upstairs.

After getting up early and attending a multinational online meeting, President Murong Ba wanted to look at the flowers in the garden to relax his eyes, but he saw this scene inexplicably.

Mr. Murong: Seeing them so happy, I really want to send them to work.

Song Pingqing had a strong intuition and instinctively felt that there was a figure upstairs watching them.

Looking upstairs, Wuhu~my godfather’s face is really dark!

The two looked at each other for two seconds, then turned their heads away tacitly without saying hello to each other.

After all, who would have the heart to interrupt a good kid who has finally relaxed and is jumping around?

After their eyes met, President Murong Ba and Song Pingqing took a deep breath.

Murong Bazong: I really envy Xueer’s state in front of her.

Song Pingqing: I always feel like I somehow ended up in a minefield of a domineering president, and then came out alive.

Song Pingqing tried his best to simplify the story, and finally compressed it into sixteen pictures, including the cover and the back, a total of eighteen pictures. At that time, we just need to make the album thicker and of better quality, so that it won't appear too thin.

There are only sixteen scenes, and none of them are particularly complicated, so Murong Xue shouldn't need to expend too much energy.

Song Pingqing: Alas, when she was practicing sentence contractions in the second grade, she consumed fewer brain cells than she does now.

Only grandma herself knows her good intentions.

The results of Baihua College’s primary school to junior high school entrance examination were announced in early July.

As a poor person who was tortured by the civil service exam and the essay test from 5 am to 9 pm in his previous life, Song Pingqing withstood the high pressure in five consecutive days of grueling exams, successfully stood out and won the title of top scorer.

The overall score was only 0.5 points higher than Murong Xue, who ranked second.

It would be great if they could be on equal terms and grow together, but Murong Xue relies on the talent and training she gained in this life, while Song Pingqing is still relying on the capital she gained in her previous life.

Song Pingqing: Why in this world does there exist a girl like Murong Xue who is rich, smart and beautiful?

Even a prestigious school like Baihua College would give some special rewards to the top scorer.

For example, tuition and miscellaneous fees for the first year of junior high school are all waived. As long as you do not fall out of the top five in the grade in the exams for the second and third years of junior high school, tuition and miscellaneous fees are still waived.

The annual tuition fee for the junior high school department of Baihua College is 4.5 million.

This money is dispensable to Mr. Murong, but which parent doesn't like their child to strive for success?

Mr. Murong Ba planned to add up the 4.5 million and transfer it directly to Song Pingqing's card.

Thinking of Song Pingqing's inexplicable obsession with all kinds of good luck and lucky numbers, and the fact that she had reported the expense of more than a hundred pairs of red socks for her zodiac year last year, President Murong Ba gave Song Pingqing 6,666,666 yuan.

Song Pingqing: 6. This is the first time I see so many 6s in the deposit area of ​​a bank card.

Murong Bazong is probably a person in nature. When such a large sum of money came, he only sent a simple text message:

"You can keep the money you save for yourself, and the extra money is a reward for you for this exam."

Otherwise, people say that the domineering president (with his money) is infinitely attractive.