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

Compared to the summer vacations that were fully arranged by President Murong Ba in the past, the summer vacations nowadays are becoming more and more leisurely.

If you ignore the mountains of homework.

Song Pingqing only had two things to do: inspect his own property and do his homework.

Wu Qiming has three things to do: filming dramas, shooting variety shows, and doing homework.

Shen Ci is quite busy. He has four things to do: filming a drama, doing homework, teaching Wu Qiming how to do homework, and asking questions to senior seniors.

Of course, the busiest person is Murong Xue. She has been so busy since the holiday that she seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Even Song Pingqing's messages were responded to selectively.

"I know she's busy. If you don't know, you might think she's using the cold shoulder on me." Song Pingqing muttered to the chat history, "There hasn't been a single message from her in a few days."

"Grandma...sister." Xiao Xiuxiu was standing next to Song Pingqing. When she heard this, she almost called out the wrong name. Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Xiuxiu asked, "Are you in love?"

"You fart."

The communication between the grandparents and grandchildren is so turbid and unpretentious.

Xiao Xiuxiu knew Song Pingqing's most basic speaking style best, so she didn't care at all and continued, "Then what are you talking about, cold violence?"

"You are so old now. Haven't you heard that friends can use cold violence against each other?" Song Pingqing was furious.

Ever since returning from summer vacation, Xiuxiu has become more and more clingy to her.

Relying on the fact that he could already walk a few steps, he stayed by her side unscrupulously.

Song Pingqing couldn't help but complain to Xu Jinmei: "It's said that whoever gave birth to the child should take care of it. This child is not mine, why should I take care of it?"

"Ask Xiuxiu, don't ask me." Xu Jinmei was delighted when she heard this. "I'm not a fish, so how can I know the joy of a fish?"

"You use this phrase very well!"

In fact, Xu Jinmei was also jealous. Xiuxiu was her daughter and she was the one who took care of her every night. But when her eldest daughter came back, it was as if she had become someone else's child.

The speed of rebellion was as fast as face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

But the two sisters had a deep affection for each other, and as a mother, she couldn't say it openly, so she had to give up.

When Song Qixiu tried to sleep with Song Pingqing for the third time, Song Pingqing skillfully picked up the human cub and prepared to return her to their common mother.

Song Qixiu kicked his legs unhappily: "You have changed. You can sleep with other girls, why don't you sleep with me."

The little brat has no idea how strong her legs are in this life. She will behave herself once she kicks the quilt to pieces.

"Other little girls don't need me to get up in the middle of the night to make milk powder for them." Song Pingqing gently poked the child's tender cheek, but his tone was cold, "They don't need me to change her diaper either."

"Isn't that because I can't control myself?!" Song Qixiu was so ashamed and angry that he puffed up his cheeks to prevent Song Pingqing from poking his face.

The result of her puffing up her cheeks was that Song Pingqing poked her even harder: "You've already used my Cub Experience Card in your previous life."

"You have your own mother in this life, so enjoy her love."

Really, if Song Pingqing wasn’t afraid that the child would have the psychological trauma of “no one in this family loves her”, he would have wanted to say this when he raised Xiuxiu in his previous life.

It’s so good to have Xu Jinmei in this life.

"How cold and indifferent! He turns his back on me!" Song Qixiu felt aggrieved.

It was just like going home for the summer in my previous life.

For the first three days, I was my grandma’s treasure.

After three days, it became: "Hurry up and get up! It's still so late!", "Can't you move out of bed!"

Song Qixiu: Oh, even though the experience of having a baby in my palm was delayed for a few days, this taste and habit are definitely from my grandma!

"Think it over carefully. The financial power is in my hands. Whether you can enjoy the life of a rich second-generation in this life depends on whether I am willing to spend money on you."

Song Pingqing was very intimidating when he had no expression on his face, and Song Qixiu became obedient instantly.

"I want to be a rich second-generation." Xiuxiu said pitifully.

"Then go and sleep well with your mother." After coaxing the baby, Song Pingqing picked up the cub and left.

"That's your mother too." The cub complained.

"Our mother is very good." Song Pingqing gently pinched Xiao Xiuxiu's face, "Be good, don't think too much, just feel the hard-earned mother's love."

Yan Que didn't let Song Pingqing wait too long.

When Yan Que arrived, Song Pingqing had just finished an inspection of a sports brand and was playing "Miracle Pingqing" at home with several large bags of new clothes. Yan Que called him.

"I'm sorry for coming here uninvited." Although Yan Que said this, she didn't feel any remorse at all, and even had a bit of cunning feeling of a girl who had successfully raided.

"It's not impolite to visit friends."

Song Pingqing was not being polite, but speaking from the bottom of her heart. After all, she was not born to be in a high position, and she had great respect for Yan Que, who had managed to climb out of the hardship and still maintain his integrity.

Hearing Song Pingqing say this, Yan Que raised the corner of his mouth: "Then send me the address, I will come to find you now."

Yan Que: I climbed from being a sponsored person to being a friend based on my own abilities!

This was the first time Yan Que stopped using the honorific term in front of Song Pingqing.

"Okay." Song Pingqing glanced at the time, "It's almost time for dinner. What do you want to eat? I'll have someone make it."

"I've been taking Chinese medicine for treatment recently and can't eat spicy or greasy food." Yan Que answered and hung up the phone.

Take Chinese medicine. Song Pingqing nodded while holding her phone, which reminded her of her neighbor who led his team to the front line to provide services during the disaster relief.

So when Yan Que arrived, before she even entered the house, Song Pingqing pushed her wheelchair out with a smile on her face.

Wu Lide hurriedly followed behind with an umbrella: "Run slower, it's sunny!"

Wu Lide: I am really worried about it.

"Where are we going?" Yan Que hadn't slept well, so his head was a little fuzzy.

Song Pingqing had made such a fuss for no apparent reason, and Yan Que was even more confused.

"Since you are here, let me introduce you to a miracle doctor!"

Song Pingqing: No one who comes here can miss Song Jinyan's pulse diagnosis, no one!

In essence, he was still upset about being forced to take medicine right after moving into a new home.

But I feel embarrassed to cheat others, so I can only cheat my good friends and family.

What's more, Yan Que really needs it.

Whether the work is done or not is another matter, but the benefits of being friends must be given first.

The most convenient route from Song Pingqing's house to Song Jinyan's house is to go to the back door of their garden. If you go through the front door, you need to walk around several hundred meters.

In such a hot day, who would be willing to walk a few hundred more meters? Song Pingqing pushed Yan Que straight to the back door.

Song Jinyan had a rare day off. As he stretched himself and walked into the garden, he saw Song Pingqing pushing a wheelchair straight to his residence.

Uncle Song's mouth twitched: "Young people are so energetic. I wish my children could be as energetic as them."

Uncle Song walked to the small door, opened it, and looked at Yan Que: "Are you sending a patient to me?"

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Song Pingqing introduced to Yan Que, "This is my uncle."

Yan Que immediately greeted him politely: "Hello, Uncle Song."

"Then I'm really surprised." Song Jinyan walked to the door, opened it, and then turned back.

There was no barrier-free passage at the back door. Uncle Song was just about to bend down to help pick up the wheelchair when he saw Song Pingqing grab Yan Que and pick up the wheelchair together with his hands.

"......" Song Jinyan thought of his own old-fashioned child and wanted to sigh.

I wish his son had half the energy of Song Pingqing.