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

After choosing for a long time, Murong Xue finally picked a very versatile white color.

The little girl was very greedy and just wanted to wear the gift given by her lover every day.

Seeing her eyes lingering over the pink wool beside her, Song Pingqing just found it funny: "If you want it, take it with you."

"No need." Murong Xue immediately retracted her gaze, "I am an adult now, and it is not appropriate for me to wear such a pink color in the occasions I attend in the future."

I also hope that Song Pingqing doesn't need to waste all his energy here.

Murong Xue restrained her greed and said, "The white one is good."

"so."

No wonder she refused to choose pink.

Song Pingqing nodded and went to get another roll of pink wool with small balls on it: "Do you like this color? I can weave you a small blanket with this yarn."

"Blanket?" Murong Xue paused as she was about to pay the bill.

She's tempting me again and it's so hard to refuse.

Murong Xue restrained herself again, shook her head and said, "A blanket is much bigger than a scarf. It's a waste of time. Let's forget it."

A very sensible young lady who deserves to be pampered.

Song Pingqing immediately said, "It's not a big deal. This kind of thread can weave a blanket very quickly."

"How do you know?" Murong Xue felt something was wrong.

Has Song Pingqing ever woven things for others?

Xiuxiu, who was sleeping at Hua Xia's home, sneezed slightly.

"I watched the tutorial." Song Pingqing lied calmly.

How can it be considered lying when it's just to coax a child?

Murong Xue always felt that something was wrong, but it was a pity that Song Pingqing had said so much. Her mind was already occupied by the soft pink blanket.

Song Pingqing made a "tsk" sound and said to the salesperson next to him, "Go get a few more balls of wool. We need more, and what we have here is not enough."

Don't ask if you want it, just give it to me.

This isn't the kind of thing you need to ask before you send it.

Murongxue reached out and took Song Pingqing's hand, looking up slightly and looking into her eyes: "Thank you, I really like it."

I really like you, and I really like your feelings.

"Yeah." Song Pingqing didn't think too much about it. He just lowered his head slightly and looked into Murong Xue's eyes. "As long as you like it, it's worth it."

Murong Xue was happy, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Yes, Song Pingqing is right.

As long as you like it, everything you pay for is worth it.

As the days go by, in fact, as long as you adapt to the rhythm, the only difference between studying at home and abroad is the language.

Apart from the class system and elective credits, the teaching model is no different from that of Baihua College.

"I thought I would encounter some kind of discrimination, and I was even ready for a fight."

During the weekend lunch break, the four of them brought Wen Zhuo, who had come with them to do group work, to study in the study together.

Song Pingqing knitted a scarf with wool in her arms, and complained: "So far, the biggest conflict I've encountered is on the court."

When knitting a scarf for Murong Xue, it must not only be decent but also exquisite.

Song Pingqing did not use plain stitches, but instead knitted small twisted buttons, which are simple and eye-catching.

Shen Ci held his chin with one hand and flipped through the professional books on the table with the other, complaining pointedly: "We are all rich and powerful people, but we still have to save face in front of our peers."

Song Pingqing admitted that he was choked.

Shen Ci's speech is becoming more and more choking.

"You are lucky. I have encountered him several times." Wu Qiming raised his head from behind the desk. "He is half a head taller than me."

"How did you solve it?" Song Pingqing asked stiffly.

Murong Xue also turned her attention over.

"Haha, my family is from the entertainment industry, how can I be afraid of them?"

Wu Qiming was very proud: "Can't the Apple phone record videos? I'll just take it out and record it, and then sell it to their competitor at a high price."

"The Internet here is more developed than in China. Once this video was hyped online, many people boycotted them."

This method is worthy of someone who comes from the entertainment industry. Even if most people think of it, their first reaction is to send the video themselves.

He just sold it directly to a rival company.

Being able to find out and contact the other party is a skill, and being able to sell things is even more of a skill.

Shen Ci suddenly said "Oh": "No wonder you suddenly asked me to help you look at the stock prices of those companies a few days ago."

"Could they be the ones you asked me to buy at a low price later?" Song Pingqing paused slightly while knitting the scarf.

"Of course!" Wu Qiming spread his hands, "How can I not give my big brother a share of the good things?"

"It's a waste if you don't make money from those people." Shen Ci continued to do his homework on the computer. "To be honest, I also took some money, but it wasn't much."

Shen Ci doesn't have that much spare money to play with.

Song Pingqing thought to himself: It is true that only cruel men can be heroes. If we talk about ruthless means, it has to be this group of men.

The most she wanted to do was to fight back and get revenge on the spot and be done with it, but Wu Qiming just made money while dealing with the person.

You can even let the people around you make some money as well, and get everyone on board.

However, when the force is insufficient, this is indeed a means to solve the problem.

It was very thoughtful, and even more decent than the rough fight that Song Pingqing had in mind.

Murong Xue knew that nothing out of control had happened, so she turned her head back and continued doing her homework.

Song Pingqing happened to see it when he raised his head and relaxed his neck. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, feeling emotional:

This guy, even though he's usually a little cold to other people, he actually doesn't want his friends to be wronged.

Such a good child should be rewarded.

So Song Pingqing turned sideways and asked, "Would you like some milk tea?"

Murong Xue's movements while looking at the computer obviously paused for a moment.

Song Pingqing thought that it was his abrupt words that interrupted Murong Xue's train of thought. Seeing that she was lost in thought, he thought she was trying to find her previous train of thought.

After a while, Murong Xue suddenly said, "Did you remember the time wrong? Today is not Tuesday or Saturday."

Song Pingqing asked back: "What's wrong?"

Murong Xue looked even more confused as she stared at the computer: Why did she suddenly add this cup of milk tea?

"Huh? An event email." Wu Qiming's voice rang out in the study, "Halloween event..."

"Hey, I'll go take a look."

When he was in China, Song Pingqing actually didn't have much interest in foreign festivals.

I'm not trying to follow local customs at this time, I'm just simply curious about Halloween.

"At our age, can we still go out and ask for candy?" This is all Song Pingqing knows about Halloween.

"What do you want candy for? You don't want to eat it." Wu Qiming asked.

"Can't we be happy for a while?" Song Pingqing propped up his chin and looked at the documents in the mailbox. "Well, maybe it's a bit of a waste."

Some people think it is a waste, but some people have already taken the matter to heart.