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

Xiuxiu was unhappy when she heard that Song Pingqing, who had just returned home for a few days, was about to leave again.

Before Gu Zongnian had time to be pretentious, he heard a soft voice from the other end of the line: "I want to go too!"

Ah~sister~

"You can't go!" Song Pingqing said coldly.

"Why can't I go? I want to go!"

Listening to the two sisters quarreling, Gu Zongnan was daydreaming on the other side: I also want a younger sister.

"Bring your sister here. What if Xiuxiu is infected by the atmosphere of science and technology and also wants to be a scientist?" Gu Zongnan's words made Song Qixiu on the other end of the phone behave himself.

Some people may appear to be your younger sisters, but their actual soul age is almost as old as your grandmother.

Just like some people may appear to be your elder brothers on the surface, but their souls are almost as old as your grandmother.

In the end, Song Pingqing couldn't persuade Xiuxiu and chose to take the baby out.

It’s not that we can’t force Xiuxiu to go home, but Xiuxiu has been in this world for almost three years and is really bored.

If she were a real cub she might not be so depressed, but she is not.

How could an adult soul who loves the hustle and bustle stand staying at home every day? Except for going to Beijing to watch the opening ceremony last summer, Song Qixiu felt that his soul was almost suffocated to the point of growing hair.

Song Pingqing: It turns out that a worn tire is not as comfortable as the one I wore halfway.

Although Xu Jinmei and Song Dashan didn't understand why Song Pingqing suddenly wanted to take Xiuxiu out with him, they knew that the eldest daughter was always reliable and would definitely not sell out the younger daughter.

That night, Song Pingqing called Murong Xue at the agreed time.

"Have you finished your egg rolls?"

Murong Xue got angry when she mentioned this, and even her words were filled with emotion: "My dad said that he also had a share of the egg rolls you made, and he directly took half of it."

Song Pingqing: ...What? At the age of forty, you are starting to fight with your daughter for food?

Just by listening to Murong Xue's words and tone, you can tell that she is really aggrieved.

"Be good, be good." Song Pingqing suppressed his smile, "I'll do it for you when you come back."

"Are you laughing secretly?" Murong Xue heard it.

"No way." Song Pingqing pretended to be confused, "I'm obviously worried about you."

"I heard your laughter." Murong Xue deliberately lied to her.

"You heard it wrong, I didn't laugh." Song Pingqing firmly believed that his acting skills would not be exposed.

Murong Xue's deception failed, her cheeks slightly reddened, and she snorted softly: "You'd better really be heartbroken."

Song Pingqing smiled even more happily in his heart: "Don't worry."

Murong Xue: I always feel like she is just smiling.

President Murong Ba looked at Murong Xue expressionlessly while she called Song Pingqing to complain, and sneered in his heart.

Haha, young man, you dare to do this when you have a secret crush on someone.

After chatting for a while, Song Pingqing started to ask Murong Xue about serious matters: "What do you think about Gu Zongnian's matter?"

"Oh, do you still remember the smart home project he proposed in the science and technology innovation competition he participated in two years ago?" Murong Xue asked.

"Yes, I remember. The project was good, but his ideas were limited. The initial design was a large remote control."

That dazzling design drawing was so difficult to describe that even after so many years, it could still appear clearly in Song Pingqing's mind.

"At that time, he was unable to get rid of the limitations of the 2G network. However, at the beginning of this year, 3G networks began to be put on the market, and he picked up this project again." Murong Xue lowered her voice a few degrees.

Murong Xue's voice came from the other end of the phone, with some echoes:

"The mobile phone project is not going smoothly. Xingyao Group cannot stand still and cannot let us make endless additional investments."

"As the current executive president and chairman, Gu Zongnian must find a new way out for Shining Star Group."

Song Pingqing suddenly realized: "So this is his answer?"

"Yes." Murong Xue agreed, "You can go and take a look first. If you think it's okay, you can decorate it according to his ideas."

"You trust him quite a lot." Song Pingqing muttered.

"I don't trust him, I trust you." Murong Xue's voice was filled with obvious laughter. "Anyway, I'm entrusting the house to you. It's up to you whether it works or not."

She said this as if Song Pingqing was her housekeeper.

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone. At eight o'clock the next morning, Song Pingqing took Xiuxiu to Vancouver.

The suitcases and bags were naturally carried by the nanny and bodyguards. Song Ping held Xiuxiu in his arms and said as they walked, "Just be thankful that you've gotten rid of diapers, otherwise I would never take you out."

Xiuxiu rubbed against Song Pingqing, and acted coquettishly while rubbing: "Oh, oh, oh, sister is the best."

Xiuxiu: After all, it wasn’t my intention to wear diapers.

Song Pingqing lifted Xiuxiu up to hold her more steadily, and Xiuxiu immediately hugged Song Pingqing's neck.

Xiuxiu: A sweet-talker will be rewarded for his sweet talk.

He is really taking advantage of the fact that he is currently in the cutest stage of a human cub and acting like a spoiled brat.

She herself knows that she is cute like this.

The nanny at the side was frightened by Song Pingqing's naughty actions and said cautiously: "Miss, if you can't hold the baby anymore, you must call me."

"Ah."

In front of other servants, Song Pingqing remained cold.

Xiuxiu and Song Pingqing each inherited some of the good qualities of their parents. Song Pingqing is more like Song Dashan, with a healthy wheat-colored skin, while Xiuxiu is more like Xu Jinmei, with fair and tender skin.

My mother was born with a good skin, Song Pingqing couldn't envy her.

At this moment, Song Pingqing was still dressed neatly and coolly, and the child in her arms was so cute that he seemed to have been stolen from a painting.

Xiuxiu wore a white lace inner layer and a plaid skirt with an orange and yellow hem embroidered with sunflowers. She wore a small straw hat on her head, small leather shoes on her feet, and insisted on carrying an empty bamboo bag in her hand. She looked like a cute girl who was going on a trip.

This is what the little thing specially dressed up for itself before going out.

It’s no wonder she was excited, because this was actually the second time Xiuxiu had traveled far away since she came into this world.

But her energy was limited. She fell asleep half an hour after getting on the bus and was still asleep when she arrived at the Xingyao Group.

The sleeping little Xiuxiu is a bit deceptive. She looks well-behaved and cute, with her fair cheeks slightly bulging, making it look like there is a small dumpling secretly hidden in her mouth.

Gu Zongnan looked at little Xiuxiu in Song Pingqing's arms, and his desire to go home and ask her mother to give birth to a younger sister became stronger. He couldn't hide the envy in his eyes.

But he knew very well that if he really dared to do so, not only would he not get a sister, but he might also get a beating.

Gu Zongnian stared at Xiuxiu with envy for a long time, and finally uttered one sentence: "It turns out that the side profile of the child drawn in Crayon Shin-chan is really not exaggerated."

Cartoons aren't completely deceptive.

"Get down to business."

Song Pingqing handed little Xiuxiu over to the nanny.

Song Pingqing: I'm here to check on Murong Xue's house! Stop trying to get close to me!