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

Hand in homework for each subject, take exams one by one, and release results for each subject.

Song Pingqing felt relieved when he saw a string of AAAAs and the occasional A+.

Not bad, not bad. It seems that my brain is really working well in this life.

Song Pingqing proudly hummed a messy little tune, the lyrics were still in the style of foreign persimmons: Rebirth: I am a top student here at Xiaomei~

Studying is so busy that Murong Xue’s birthday is also included in it.

Song Pingqing finished his exams three days earlier than Murongxue, and finally got the chance to ask her, "Do you have any birthday plans?"

It’s my birthday tomorrow, but there are no plans at all.

"A devil's plan." Murong Xue had a thesis in front of her, and work was something that would pop up in her mind from time to time.

Hearing Song Pingqing's question, he felt a headache, and even his tone was a little bad: "I just want to send this paper away quickly so that I can free up time to do other things."

If she keeps dragging her feet like this, she won't be able to return home this summer.

Murong Xue felt extremely annoyed when she thought that Song Pingqing might make new friends without her knowledge.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing is not a fragile person. After hearing this, he just felt that what Xueer needed now was quietness.

Song Pingqing shut up immediately.

Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask. If you ask again, Murong Xue will probably want to send her away.

Life in this life is really good, and Song Pingqing hasn’t lived enough.

It’s your birthday...what should I prepare?

Ever since she started giving Murong Xue the dolls she made herself, she asked Song Pingqing to make handmade birthday gifts for her every year.

After a long time, it will still take some thought.

Song Pingqing thought about it and decided to make a weather bottle.

If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world.

Although she tried her best, Murong Xue still didn't finish her work before the holiday.

"Why are you working so hard?" Song Pingqing felt distressed. "It's not like we have to do all the work together."

Murong Xue glanced at her, with some dark circles under her eyes: You, a piece of broken stone, know nothing.

"I just want to go back home early for the holiday."

Song Pingqing suddenly realized: Oh, it turns out that the young lady is missing home.

"If you miss home, just tell me directly. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Song Pingqing stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?" Murong Xue asked.

How long has Song Pingqing been with her in the study? Why is he leaving again?

"Go to the kitchen and see if the sweet soup I made for you is ready."

Murong Xue immediately became quiet.

Feeding with love...she really can't refuse that.

When Song Pingqing came up again, he was holding a bowl of milk, peach gum snow fungus in his hand. The color looked beautiful and the aroma was fragrant.

"Drink it." Song Pingqing propped up his chin. "Actually, this kind of thing is also suitable for the milk series of a milk tea shop, but it is more troublesome to prepare."

"What do you think?" Murong Xue tasted a small spoonful, "Well, it tastes really good."

"It needs to be soaked in advance. It needs to be soaked for about sixteen hours in summer and about twenty hours in winter." Song Pingqing replied.

Murong Xue suddenly felt that this feeding was more delicious.

"Have you been preparing since yesterday?"

"Of course." Song Pingqing had taken a long nap and felt tired. He couldn't help but yawn. "I soaked it before going to bed."

However, this reaction here is a bit easy to be misunderstood. Murong Xue thought that soaking these things was very tedious and hard, so she said:

"From now on, just leave this kind of thing to the chef. You don't have to do it yourself."

I like it, but I don’t want to make things difficult for others.

She likes Song Pingqing not because of his cooking skills. If she is just into his cooking skills, she might as well hire a beautiful chef with a high salary.

"It's just a soak in this stuff, it's no big deal."

It only took less than five minutes to sort, wash and add some water.

Murong Xue was once again controlled by the love brain.

"Look at this." Murong Xue took out a brochure that looked very expensive.

The gold-plated English letters stand high above.

"Are there any new cars?" Song Pingqing reached out to take it.

Wow, it’s quite heavy.

"No, it's a baking training camp." Murong Xue put down the small bowl in her hand, "I have to postpone my return for two weeks, I hope you can stay with me."

"so?"

"I reported this to you to prevent you from being bored during these fifteen days."

[Chinese translation: In order to prevent you from having affairs with other women for no reason during these fifteen days, I will "lock you up". ]

Murong Xue felt that her plan was perfect. While satisfying Song Pingqing's desire to do it, she could also eat some delicious food made by Song Pingqing himself.

Although I heard that learning baking is very tiring, wouldn’t that just allow Song Pingqing to have no energy to think about other things?

Song Pingqing paused while flipping through the brochure.

I always feel like something is wrong.

Song Pingqing looked at the pictures of bread in the brochure that looked delicious and even had a faint aroma, and he reasonably suspected that Murong Xue was greedy.

"You really don't want to eat these things?"

"If I want to eat these, there will naturally be chefs who are good enough to serve me." Murong Xue said proudly, "This training camp is for beginners, and it is still far from the standard to serve me."

Seeing Song Pingqing looking at the brochure silently, Murong Xue felt that she was being too pampered again.

She immediately put down her pride, but not completely, and said in a tone that was half proud and half coquettish: "But I can be your food taster."

If you try it for love, it’s still acceptable.

Besides, Song Pingqing's cooking skills had never disappointed her.

Song Pingqing: I understand, she is just greedy.

Song Pingqing promised Murong Xue that he would stay with her, so the next day he had someone buy separate plane tickets for Wu Qiming and Shen Ci, and packed up the two of them and sent them back.

"Let's go back to film. Let's go back to film." Wu Qiming was so happy that he didn't even need his bodyguard to help him carry the box. He just ran out dragging the box.

He was the first one to finish the exam and was scheduled to leave last week.

As a result, Murong Xue's rush work plan forced him to stay here for a week.

Watching Wu Qiming's back as he rushed out, Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh: "The way he ran away was like SpongeBob catching a jellyfish."

Murong Xue sat at the breakfast table reading the newspaper without even raising her eyelids. She immediately understood the deep meaning of Song Pingqing's words:

"Your insults are getting more and more sophisticated now."

A sponge is a creature without a brain.

"Really..." Song Pingqing spread the cherry blossom jam he made a few days ago on the bread slice and handed it to Murong Xue, "You see it all but don't say it."

Murong Xue took a look at the bread handed over and opened her mouth to signal Song Pingqing to feed her: "The newspaper is dirty. I don't want to touch the bread directly with my hands. You feed me."

Really...this child becomes more and more difficult to serve as he grows older.

What else did Song Pingqing have to do? Of course, he would just put the slice of bread directly into her mouth.

"what about the taste?"

"Yes, Not Bad."

Someone's ears hidden under the waves turned red again.