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

It was almost July, and the first batch of students who had gone out to travel were about to return one after another. The alumni group of Baihua College began to organize a class reunion in mid-July.

Such class reunions will not only include this year's graduates, but also some seniors who are currently doing well.

Graduates make friends here, while senior students check out potential stocks for investment.

Song Pingqing was a senior in high school at Baihua College, so of course he was in the group, but people like Murong Xue and Wen Zhuo who went abroad after high school were also invited to join.

Everyone is looking for connections. What does it matter if you don't go to high school here? It's enough to go to elementary and junior high school here.

Everyone else had finished playing and was about to go back, but Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had not had time to go out yet.

While drinking afternoon tea, Murong Xue glanced at her phone and asked, "Do you want to go to the class reunion in July?"

"Let's go take a look." Song Pingqing was holding Murong Xue's left hand and applying nude nail polish to her skillfully in the light. "I also want to see if there are any potential stocks."

After all, while families would send outstanding children from the same clan to Birch College, not everyone in the school is a wealthy second-generation.

Compared with the second and N generations, some people who come from large families do not come from wealthy families, but have good personal abilities.

This is really good news for Song Pingqing, who is digging purple arrows everywhere.

There is no other reason, it’s just because this time period is so good.

Song Pingqing held Murong Xue's left hand very gently, his eyes focused on her slender and white fingertips.

What I thought in my mind was that it was so white and I really wanted to take a bite.

But there was no romantic feeling in what he said: "They are just high school graduates, and the admission notices have not been sent out yet. Most people have not received extra attention from their families. This is a really good time to poach people."

"It doesn't matter if I get extra attention." Murong Xue's eyes were still on the phone, and of course she didn't see Song Pingqing's expression at the moment, "Having a family also has its advantages."

"After all, family is also part of the resources." Song Pingqing put away the nail polish.

With just a few words, it was decided that I would come back to attend the class reunion.

Murongxue obviously remembered the question that Song Pingqing had not answered in the office the day before: "So where is our graduation trip plan?"

Song Pingqing stood up and said, "It's in my office. I'll get it for you."

"Are you going to do this kind of thing yourself?" Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing's figure, "I'm going to hire a few assistants for you."

Song Pingqing quickly took the plan back: "This is the travel list I made."

Seeing Song Pingqing holding two folders, Murong Xue subconsciously asked, "Two?"

Do we really need to make two plans for this kind of thing?

"Yes, two copies." Song Pingqing placed the two documents in front of Murong Xue: "One is for self-driving tours, and the other is for ordinary travel."

Oh, I want to drive myself.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, and her arrogant tone immediately revealed: "Are you so eager to show off that car? In fact, that sports car is nothing."

This is really Versailles to the extreme.

If the globally limited edition supercar released for the 50th anniversary of Lamborghini's founding is nothing, then what car could catch Murong Xue's eye?

"Really...what are you thinking?"

Song Pingqing sat down opposite her again: "The chassis of the sports car is too low to run on a road like this. If you drive it out by yourself, you will probably have to go to the repair shop every day."

If you really want to drive yourself, you have to go to Song Dashan’s garage to pick out the coolest SUV.

It also has to be one that has maximum safety, comfort and configuration, so that Murong Xue won't feel uncomfortable sitting there.

Murong Xue snorted when she heard that.

How could she not know this? It was just that her possessiveness was taking over, and she always wanted to take care of Song Pingqing's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Not only does she have to take care of everything, but she also has to arrange all the best things so that people can know at a glance that this person has been marked by her, Murong Xue, and no one else will have any doubts about him.

Well, actually, most of it has been arranged now. At least most of Song Pingqing's clothes and shoes from head to toe are custom-made ones that she specially arranged for someone to arrange for her.

Thinking of this, Murong Xue's expression looked better.

Song Pingqing sat aside and watched Murong Xue's changing micro-expressions.

People in love...their minds change so quickly.

Although you can't drive that Lambo on a road trip, you can drive it to other occasions.

Thinking of the topic just discussed, Murong Xue had an idea: "Then you can drive that when you go to the alumni gathering."

"Row."

Song Pingqing was secretly delighted in his heart: Hehe, who can't see your possessive thoughts?

After deciding on the self-driving tour plan, Murong Xue continued to work overtime, and Song Pingqing went to rob Old Song.

"What do you want to do! Song Pingqing! What do you want to do!" Song Dashan's face flushed red, "You don't even look down on the revered Genesis version of Lu Tai, what on earth do you want to do?!"

Song Pingqing wanted to rob his old father and specifically asked for the best SUV.

Song Dashan was eager to have the opportunity to show off his charm as a father. He was quite cooperative and could not wait to take Song Pingqing to a garage he rented to show Song Pingqing his big toys one by one.

only...

“This is not comfortable to sit on.”

“This face is ugly.”

"This color is too ugly, it won't work."

......

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer cars left, Song Dashan's face became darker and darker. He suppressed his pain and showed his daughter his collection, his favorite car.

As a result, Song Pingqing sighed deeply: "It's too ugly. Dad, with your aesthetic taste, it's really hard for you to run a 4S store."

Song Dashan covered his heart with one hand and pointed at Song Pingqing with the other, looking like an old father whose sincerity was betrayed: "If you want to buy a new car, just tell me, don't bully my treasured car here!"

Song Pingqing frowned, looked up and down for a long while, pointed at the car that had an ugly color but good appearance, safety, driving feel and riding experience, and reluctantly said:

"Let's take this. Change the color quickly. I need it the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Song Pingqing: After Murongxue has a nap and has lunch, we can go out and play~

Song Dashan didn't know what Song Pingqing was thinking, he only knew that Song Pingqing wanted to modify his beloved car.

After taking the key from his assistant, Song Dashan threw it to Song Pingqing and said unhappily, "Tell me, what color do you want?"

Of course, Murong Xue has to like it, and the color has to be good enough to be photographed.

Song Pingqing smiled brilliantly: "Of course it's pearlescent pink."

"Song Pingqing?!" Song Dashan was incredulous. "Are you not going to return the car?"

"Ah, so I don't have to pay it back?"

Song Pingqing "pretended" to have just thought of this, and smiled wildly: "Okay, thank you Dad, I won't return it then."

"Take care of it!" Song Dashan pretended to have a bad face and directed his assistant to change the color scheme.

Song Dashan: ...Great, it's really great. She was dating, and her old father was bleeding, it was great.