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

After the dinner, Zhuang Han took the time to talk to Song Pingqing alone: ​​"I will stay in Jincheng in the future. Your sister is going to study for a doctorate. We plan to get married this summer."

"Congratulations, brother! Double happiness!"

The fact that Zhuang Han could say that he wanted to stay in Jincheng meant that he had secured an interview at Jincheng University.

Zhuang Han chuckled and said, "We'll hold our wedding on Wei Island. You can come and visit us then. We'll have plenty of seafood."

Island of Way...

That was near Song Pingqing's hometown in his previous life, but he had never set foot there in this life, let alone mentioned it to anyone.

Song Pingqing quickly agreed: "Okay, I will definitely go."

When Murong Xue said she wanted to order shoes for Song Pingqing, she was certainly not just talking.

Zhuang Han came back for the interview before May Day. Song Pingqing received his new shoes before Children's Day.

The 29th was a Friday. Song Pingqing finished the day's training with the Sanda team. When he got home, he saw a small mountain of shit piled up in the living room.

It’s really a small mountain, the number of shoe boxes is outrageous.

In his life, Song Pingqing had only seen so many shoe boxes in the class when there were activities at school and uniform dress was required.

But these things in front of me don’t look like shoe boxes. They are quite big, and the boxes are the simplest matte black. They look of good texture, but there are no logos printed on them. They look like a pile of ordinary packing boxes.

Seeing Murongxue sitting on the side, holding her little notebook and writing and drawing, Song Pingqing leaned over and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Wu Qiming's performance costumes?" Song Pingqing deliberately joked, "Oh my God, twenty-five? What big production did he get?"

After all, how could the crew's performance costumes appear here?

To be honest, this joke wasn't very funny, but Murong Xue still cooperated and said, "If he dares to bring back the crew's clothes, I will pack him up and throw him out."

Sometimes Murong Xue really couldn't understand what made Song Pingqing funny.

When I am alone and have nothing to do, I will suddenly burst into silent laughter, as if I saw something and then associated it with something interesting.

Murong Xue could not understand that kind of happiness. She always felt vaguely uneasy, as if Song Pingqing had a side that she was completely unaware of.

Murong Xue simply pointed it out: "This is for you, open it and take a look."

"For me?" Song Pingqing picked up a box and shook it. He heard some dull sounds inside, as well as the sound of the wrapping paper. Even the box felt heavy in his hand. "What is it?"

"Look for yourself." Murong Xue was a little depressed.

Does this guy even know what the joy of opening presents is?

Song Pingqing sat down opposite her and reached out to take off the lid.

A pair of flirty fluorescent pink basketball shoes with fruit green air cushion lines immediately catches the eye.

"Oh wow!" Song Pingqing exclaimed and immediately reached out to grab the shoes and looked at them in his hand.

Murong Xue saw her happy expression after opening the gift, and before she could be satisfied for two seconds, she saw her put down her shoes and ran into the house.

"What are you going to do?"

Murong Xue subconsciously wanted to stand up, but she felt that her reaction was too great, so her posture inevitably had a strange feeling of wanting to get up but being unable to do so.

Didn't she like it very much? Why did she just tear one apart and leave?

"I just finished training and I smell. Let me take a shower first!" Song Pingqing replied loudly.

Only then did Murong Xue sit down steadily.

I was a little annoyed at her attitude of running away from the inner room after just watching one-twenty-fifth of the film.

But I also feel that her serious attitude of having to take a shower before continuing to open the gifts can really satisfy the emotions of the person who gave the gift.

Murong Xue is really helpless sometimes.

I wonder if her father felt this kind of helplessness when he was pursuing her mother.

Song Pingqing was used to being rough and had short hair, so he took a bath very quickly.

She didn't even bother to blow-dry her hair. She put on a pair of black overalls and a black vest, and randomly bundled up her still dripping hair before rushing out again.

This was the first time Murong Xue saw Song Pingqing lose his composure because of a gift.

Murong Xue: It’s a bit sour. After all these years, I still don’t know what she really wants.

But how could Murong Xue be blamed for this? Song Pingqing himself was not a person who liked to express his material desires.

Even her parents, Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan, only know that she wants an old Western-style house.

"These are too many." After changing two pairs, Song Pingqing simply ran over and got the shoe horn.

There was no way to conceal the joy and excitement in my body.

She was so happy, and of course the person who gave her the gift was happy too.

Murong Xue was wearing a light pink casual outfit and a pair of dopamine-colored slippers that had no special description at the time.

Without any extra accessories, with her wavy hair loose, she crossed her legs and leaned lazily on the sofa, supporting her head with her left hand, just quietly watching Song Pingqing change her shoes one pair at a time in front of her.

Murong Xue: I bought it, I bought it, I bought it all.

From time to time, he would say, "This purple laser surface is very beautifully made. It matches your light purple pants very well."

"But the pants may be too small." Song Pingqing stared at the shoes on his feet and raised the corners of his lips, "It's okay, buy another one! If you can't buy it..."

"Just customize it." They said in unison.

After all, I have bought so many nice shoes, there is no reason why other clothes cannot keep up.

Song Pingqing was happily jumping around in his shoes.

How childish.

Murong Xue couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

She is making noises, she is laughing.

Murong Xue doesn't like shoes with such flashy and bright colors.

To be precise, Murong Xue doesn't like any clothes with bright colors or exaggerated styles.

Bright colors and exaggerated styles will attract all kinds of attention. It's not that Murong Xue is incapable of bearing these attentions, but she really doesn't want to attract all kinds of trouble because of her outfit.

She always had to follow Mr. Murong or go to various occasions alone. Low-key politicians didn't like this kind of dress, and old-school clients didn't like this kind of dress either.

She is rich, but she is not free.

Her dressing style needs to conform to the rules, her hobbies need to be able to adapt to business and social situations, and even her diet must be strictly controlled to ensure that she does not fail to perform well in important occasions.

Song Pingqing couldn't help her with the first two, so he did his best to gain a certain range of dietary freedom for her.

This was the only freedom she had.

"Murongxue, put your crossed legs down!"

Song Pingqing was halfway through opening his presents when he was fascinated by the various beautiful shoes in front of him. He was thinking about how to make an acrylic wall to collect his own shoes.

His peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of Murong Xue's unhealthy sitting posture.

Murong Xue's body stiffened for a moment.

Haha, you are so brave!

She was still wearing the shoes I just bought for her, and yet he dared to talk to her!