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

Murong Xue has always been very tight-lipped, just like when she ordered shoes for Song Pingqing, she always waited until the products were ready and then placed them directly in front of Song Pingqing.

Because of this, before the customized car for Song Pingqing was completed, Murong Xue still accompanied her to look at cars when she was free, and listened very carefully to her talk about the performance and settings of the vehicle.

As for cars, if you like them, just buy a few more. There's nothing wrong with that.

But Song Pingqing has her own reason for buying a car: "The performance is really good, but I always feel that Volvo cars are safer."

Song Pingqing: It was only today that I realized how much I value my life.

"Pingqing." Murong Xue sat up straight, resting her left elbow on the table, her hand gently supporting her chin, and turned her head to look at Song Pingqing.

"Is it possible that, with prices at this point, all cars, regardless of brand, will be equipped with higher safety systems?"

What did Song Pingqing experience before he met her?

Murong Xue sighed in her heart but couldn't say it.

"Ah..." Song Pingqing suddenly realized.

Song Pingqing was just thinking about the bitter rights protection history of a Mercedes-Benz million-class luxury car owner in his previous life, but the next second he was forcibly brought back to this life by Murong Xue.

It seems right.

She is going to buy a car worth tens of millions...

"So if you like it, just buy it, ok?" Murong Xue handed her the pen.

"No, I still want to take another look."

Song Pingqing is persistent: "It is too complicated to compare products from 30 stores, but it is still necessary to compare products from many stores."

Murong Xue took a deep breath.

She knew that with Song Pingqing's personality, he would never take action unless he really liked her.

Even if she likes something, she won't buy it. Just like those sneakers, it's not that Song Pingqing doesn't have the ability to customize them, she just simply doesn't want to spend money on them.

Song Pingqing didn't know what Murongxue was thinking, so he turned to Wen Zhuo and said, "Don't you have a car factory at home? Take me there to open my eyes?"

When Murong Xue heard this, her thoughts instantly came back to her senses. She turned her head to look at Wen Zhuo with a threatening look in her eyes.

Boy, please don't reveal the secret to me.

Wen Zhuo's heart skipped a beat.

What happened? Did the gift that the young lady prepared for her little follower get exposed?

Wen Zhuo didn't dare to look at Murong Xue, for fear that Song Pingqing, who was an extremely observant person, would notice something was wrong.

He could only calmly start to set the trap: "Of course. What do you want to see? I'll ask them to arrange a suitable time."

Wen Zhuo’s real intention: Not today, I need to give myself some time to collude with Murong Xue.

He is smart.

Murong Xue's expression returned to calm.

The Wen Zhuo family's car factory has a very long history, otherwise it would not appear in places like classic car shows.

It's not as high-end as Ferrari and Rolls-Royce, but it's also a pretty good brand.

Compared to the car inside, Song Pingqing was actually more interested in another question - how did the Wen family remain wealthy for so many years?

But such questions involve the privacy of the Wen family. You can just imagine it in your mind out of curiosity, but you can't ask.

After all, don’t gossip about things that shouldn’t be gossiped about. Let’s get back to the most essential purpose and just look at the car carefully.

When the people at the car factory saw the young boss accompanying people on a tour, they thought that some important client had come, and they were very attentive in providing service.

After all, a small boss won’t compete with his employees for commissions. What if someone provides good service? That person will get the order.

However, until Murong Xue brought Song Pingqing to pick up the car half a year later, the employees still didn't know which lucky person the boss had assigned the order to that day.

It’s all a matter of course.

Song Pingqing's life is spent in this arrangement of studying, practicing driving and watching cars.

Occasionally, when she has time to play with handicrafts, Murong Xue would think of some of the things she thought about as a child and draw them for Song Pingqing.

"Isn't it a bit childish?" Song Pingqing looked at the bow hairpin inlaid with diamonds, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This size and this style seem a bit childish no matter how you look at it, and it doesn't look like something Murong Xue would wear at all.

"No." Murong Xue pointed at the hair accessory. "This was an idea I had when I was a child. It's definitely not suitable to wear it now, but it's still nice for Xiuxiu."

Far away, Xiu, who was not even five years old, sneezed in the middle of the night.

Murong Xue: Isn’t it normal for two sisters to make a gift for their children together?

"I didn't expect you to be interested in dressing up children like this." Song Pingqing took the draft away, "Well, then I'll thank you on behalf of the naughty child."

Song Pingqing thought that Murong Xue liked playing with dolls when she was young, and liked playing with real dolls when she grew up.

Anyway, they are not around Xiuxiu, so after it is made, Xiuxiu can wear it if she likes it, and it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t like it.

As a result, Song Pingqing's spare time was almost completely consumed. By the time Murong Xue finally finished drawing the small card, it was the end of the semester.

Although Baihua College also adopts this kind of open teaching, there will still be a tight exam week schedule to allow everyone to adapt to the exam rhythm.

But it’s different here. Here, the final exams are not only exams, but also papers or reports.

Listen, what a rare word.

How can high school be associated with things like papers and reports?

The exams are also held in a sporadic manner, and the day and time of the exam and what to test depend entirely on the mood of the great teachers.

There were also notices at midnight that the exam would start at 8:30 the next morning.

The main thing is a surprise.

"If I were a member of the academic affairs group, I would have scolded these incompetent teachers to death." Song Pingqing has automatically put himself in the shoes of the workers. "What's the difference between asking a worker to get up in the middle of the night to send a notice and murdering the worker?"

"Don't worry." Murong Xue ate a spoonful of yogurt chocolate cereal, "I said I won't let you work."

"Yes, that's right." Song Pingqing raised his chin slightly, "Now other people are working for me."

"But..." Song Pingqing changed the subject, "I still have a very special job."

"What special job?" Murong Xue stopped the spoon in her hand.

What was she doing behind her back again?

"Of course it's your personal trainer."

Of course, that's your little follower~

Song Pingqing had finished his breakfast and looked at Murong Xue with his chin in his hand: "It's quite busy during the final period, so you can reduce the amount of exercise for now, but you still have to practice seriously after the final period, understand?"

Murong Xue didn't want to respond and lowered her head to continue eating cereal.

"Don't always ignore me." Song Pingqing nagging, "You work so hard every day. Your health is the foundation of everything. Work and other things are secondary. Only when you sleep well can you have a good body..."

You are so long-winded.

I haven't heard anyone talk so much in a long time.

Murong Xue: My ears are buzzing now.

She shouldn't have made that excuse of having a nightmare in the first place!