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

After watching Murong Xue's figure disappear downstairs of Wanmu Center, Song Pingqing's originally excited mood gradually calmed down.

I originally planned to drive directly to my old villa to prepare in advance, but suddenly I remembered that there were no ingredients for making donuts there.

"Really, I'm so busy that my brain has gone offline." Song Pingqing muttered to himself as he turned and changed the route to return to the Song family.

Song Pingqing threw the car keys to the waiter who came out to greet him, and strode into the house.

As soon as Song Pingqing came back, Xiuxiu, who was practicing the violin in the living room, came over immediately and clung to Song Pingqing's arm: "Sister, I thought you disliked me as a light bulb and simply didn't come back."

Song Pingqing looked down at her and said, "There's no material over there. I just came back to make donuts."

Xiuxiu's eyes suddenly filled with tears as if possessed by a spirit of drama: "After all, it was a wrong choice."

"When did you start learning the violin?" Song Pingqing ignored her.

"You really don't care about me. I've been learning for three years. Mom said you learned very well when you were a child, but later you stopped learning and became tone-deaf." Xiuxiu made a bitter face.

Song Pingqing never thought that he would have something to do with this: "Hahaha, then you learn it."

Song Pingqing laughed very loudly, and the gloating in his eyes was so full that it was about to overflow, and he couldn't hide it at all.

There is always a feeling that the big one is bullying the small one.

Song Pingqing dragged Xiuxiu, who was crying, back to her violin tutor and said, "Study hard. If I hear the sound of sawing wood, you're done for."

Xiuxiu put the violin back on: "Sister, we are from the same roots, why are you so anxious to hurt me?"

Seeing the children being forced to learn something they were interested in, Song Pingqing felt a little better. He was not in a hurry to start making desserts. He first took out his cell phone and called Yang Baicheng, the housekeeper of the old villa:

"Equip the kitchen with a set of professional baking supplies, and then choose a room and build a stove that can cook in a ground pot, the kind that burns wood."

The earthen pot stew cooked with firewood is more fragrant.

"Okay, ma'am." Yang Baicheng didn't say a word and immediately went to make arrangements after answering the phone.

The title of "Madam" was given by Song Pingqing.

Although the old villa was bought by Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei, and these people were also recruited by them, the house is actually Song Pingqing's house.

Unlike the Murong family which has been passed down from generation to generation, the Song family was led to take off by Song Pingqing, and she personally has hundreds of billions of assets under her name, so she can definitely be considered the main family in a sense.

As the chief steward, Yang Baicheng was naturally the most obedient. He asked for Song Pingqing's title on the first day he moved in.

No servant in the old house would think that the three words "young lady" alone could reveal her status.

This title is acceptable in the Song family because Song Pingqing's identity there is a daughter or granddaughter.

But it’s definitely not possible in the old house, because there’s only Ms. Song here.

After hanging up the phone, Song Pingqing calmed himself down, went into the kitchen and started preparing donuts.

Originally, they thought that as long as Murong Xue came back, the two of them could immediately embark on their graduation trip.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady was so busy that the trip would be delayed for a few more days due to work.

In order to be able to go out and play with Murong Xue immediately after she returned home, Song Pingqing concentrated on finishing all the work that could be done in advance.

As a result, some people just took a quick nap after returning and then returned to work again.

Humph, you are such a workaholic.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing inevitably kneaded the dough a little harder, and his mouth was tightly pursed, as if he was kneading the dough in his hands as if it were someone's face.

Song Pingqing's feeling of loss could be hidden from Murongxue who was in a hurry to go to a meeting, but she could not hide it from Xiuxiu who knew her well.

After Xiuxiu finished her violin lesson, she quietly went into the kitchen and saw Song Pingqing playing with the dough.

Look, look at this guy.

"That's dough, not your enemy."

Song Pingqing focused his attention on the dough and said calmly, "I know."

Xiuxiu moved a small stool and sat aside, resting her chin on her hand and watching Song Pingqing knead the dough.

Although she didn't know about the conversation between Song Pingqing and Murong Xue upstairs, Xiuxiu was absolutely sure that this thing was made for Murong Xue.

"Sister is so great, she made the soup herself."

Song Pingqing finally glanced at her and asked, "Who do you want to choose?"

Xiu Xiucai was not afraid of her appearance, and smiled: "Sister, don't you think your behavior now is quite similar to that... washing your underwear with a cold face..."

Song Pingqing glared at her and Xiuxiu shut up, not daring to finish her sentence.

Okay, okay, it’s cold face making snacks.

I never expected that, not only would he not understand, but once he did, he would become a love-brained person.

Xiuxiu raised her chin and decisively started assisting mode, beginning to help someone in love adjust their mindset.

"Actually, I can see that Sister Xue really likes you."

Song Pingqing's face looked better.

"Her eyes often drift towards you intentionally or unintentionally."

Song Pingqing's face looked a little better.

"You don't know, the way Sister Xue looked at you...Oh my, it was so amazing, no one would believe her if she said she didn't like you." When Xiuxiu said this, her emotions were so full.

Song Pingqing's mouth corners could no longer be suppressed, and they rose into a very gentle arc.

Xiuxiu saw everything: See, I told you that those who are in love are the easiest to appease.

"So, Sister Xue must be really busy and has to..."

"Alright, alright, alright." Song Pingqing stopped what he was doing and looked at Xiuxiu, "Stop being so attentive. Do you want some donuts? I'll give you two."

"How can this be considered as showing courtesy? I am clearly telling the truth." Xiuxiu immediately replied, "Eat, thank you, sister."

Xiu Xiu: I deserve this donut.

Xiu Xiu: When the work is done, I will leave, keeping my achievements and fame hidden.

"I want chocolate flavor." Xiuxiu ordered it.

Song Pingqing's mood improved, and he returned to his true nature in front of Xiuxiu: "What chocolate? You look like chocolate to me."

Xiuxiu's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief: "No? I just put you in a good mood, and you turned your face against me?"

It's not that quick to kill the donkey after it's done its job, is it?!

Song Pingqing's cell phone rang. It was a voice message from Murong Xue.

Song Pingqing immediately instructed Xiuxiu: "Click it and let me listen."

Xiuxiu: The donkey is about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, and you have to pull the mill again.

But even though he was complaining in his heart, he picked up his phone diligently and asked, "What's the password?"

"9630."

"Tsk, this is too easy to crack." Xiuxiu clicked on Murong Xue's voice message.

"Let's make a chocolate filling for the donuts. Chocolate and strawberries should taste good together."

Xiuxiu was immediately happy: "Look! This is not what I said! This is what your sweetheart said."

Look, look at how triumphant this villain is!