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

"Well, I won't let you help me to collude with others for nothing. I brought you the sapphire after all." Gu Zongnan took advantage of the fact that Song Pingqing had something in both hands, stuffed the sapphire into his hands, and ran away.

Someone who really wants to give you something will not give you a chance to refuse.

Song Pingqing held the bowl of stuffing and moved to Murong Xue's side. He turned half sideways and said to Murong Xue, "Touch the pocket on my right side."

"Lipstick? You want me to help you put on lipstick?" Murong Xue took out the hand cream and lipstick first, and showed a little doubt, "Although I don't mind, but this is my lip balm."

"No, feel down." Song Pingqing added.

"Oh...what is that?" Murong Xue took out a small red velvet bag.

"Gu Zongnian just stuffed it in." Song Pingqing was helpless, "He invited Yan Que over without informing me in advance, and he also used my name."

"So this is to bribe you, so that you won't refuse to cooperate and sell him?" Murong Xue opened the small bag and picked up the sapphire.

After carefully looking at it against the light, Murong Xue said, "It is indeed a good thing. Is there anything you want? I'll take it and have someone make it."

"No, there are too many jewels to wear now." Song Pingqing mixed the dumpling stuffing in his hand and walked to the kitchen, "You take it."

"Then I'll decide for you." Murong Xue casually put the stone in her pocket.

The two of them decided the destination of the stone in a few words, as if it was not a million-dollar unheated royal blue, but a small stone picked up from the roadside.

Yan Que arrived half an hour later, bringing two boxes of bird's nests and two boxes of fruit.

When Song Pingqing heard Gu Zongnan shout "Awooo" and jump down to pick someone up, he knew that Yan Que was about to arrive.

When the door was opened again, Song Pingqing poked his head out from the kitchen.

Yan Que was wearing a half-length apricot-white down jacket, a white curly hat with two black ears, and a somewhat old red scarf. He smiled with curved eyebrows:

"Hi~ I'm here to eat dumplings!"

Gu Zongnan was holding the things Yan Que brought, standing behind Yan Que, his eyes fixed on Yan Que, full of admiration and pride.

His height is now 1.7 meters, while Yan Que is less than 1.6 meters. There is a big height difference between the two of them when they stand together, and they look quite harmonious.

"Oh, you look much better!" Song Pingqing asked her with a smile, "Can you make dumplings?"

“Yes.” Yan Que learned how to make dumplings in the junior class.

When people are in love, many things happen instinctively. Just like at this moment, the eldest son of the Gu family, who has never been involved in housework, took the coat that Yan Que took off and hung it aside, without any condescending attitude at all.

Wen Zhuo was stunned, and his eyes met with Wu Qiming and Shen Ci who were equally confused.

Little Green Tea pointed at Gu Zongnian and said, "He has this side too?"

The two of them spread their hands together. Wu Qiming said, "I don't know."

Shen Ci: "I don't know either."

After washing his hands, Shen Ci did not go back to the living room to sit there, but followed him into the kitchen: "I'll help roll out the dumpling wrappers."

"Go, over there." Song Pingqing pointed to a piece of land for him.

Yan Que also washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves and walked in: "Is there anything I can do?"

"Take out the rolled dumpling wrappers later and teach those outside how to make dumplings." Song Pingqing said as he was frying the stuffing.

Wu Qiming saw that everyone was working, so he didn't dare to stay idle either, and immediately went to the kitchen: "I'll get the dumpling wrappers! It's a good time to run a few more steps to burn off the calories!"

Gu Zongnian took the opportunity to block Wu Qiming and let Yan Que come out of the kitchen first. When he passed by Wu Qiming, he said, "Be quiet, don't be so clumsy and bump into people again!"

The kitchen and dining room are bustling with activity, but the living room is deserted.

Wen Zhuo looked at Murong Xue in confusion: "Should I find something to do?"

"You don't have to go." Murong Xue turned a page of the book in her hand without raising her head.

"Since my sister has said so, I will just stay here obediently." Wen Zhuo took a winter date and put it into his mouth.

"After all, those who have a sense of life will know how to work, while those who don't will only cause trouble even if they go there."

Murong Xue's cold words almost made Wen Zhuo choke on the dates he was eating.

Little Green Tea was filled with grief and indignation, and even her tea words could not conceal the sarcasm within: "As expected, sister is still lucky and doesn't have to work."

Murong Xue finally raised her eyes and looked at Wen Zhuo: "I am different from you."

"What's the difference? Tell me so I can learn from it." Wen Zhuo asked "humbly" with a wry smile.

"I have Song Pingqing." Murong Xue glanced at Wen Zhuo with a half-smile, "You don't~"

Wen Zhuo felt that Murong Xue's expression and tone at this moment were very familiar, very much like the way his younger brother looked when he was a child and got a treasure that he didn't have, and ran to him eagerly to show off.

"Then why doesn't Gu Zongnan have to work?" Wen Zhuo was not convinced.

Of course, that’s because they know their own limitations and have invited external help in advance.

Murong Xue glanced in the direction of Yan Que. Although she couldn't tell him that Gu Zongnan had asked for foreign aid, she could tell him something else.

So, Murong Xue took out a small velvet bag from her pocket, took out the sapphire inside and showed it to Wen Zhuo.

"Because Gu Zongnian paid for his meal ticket."

Wen Zhuo's expression was filled with grief and indignation: "Student Gu! We agreed to evade the meal ticket together! How could you hand in the meal ticket without saying anything? !

Wen Zhuo stood up with a "whoosh", with a classic green tea smile on his face, but his tone was gritting his teeth: "This is intolerable, what is intolerable!"

"What are you going to do?" Murong Xue put the book down a little, turned her head and looked at him, "There are some things I want to make clear in advance. If you dare to cause trouble at the dinner table again, you will be deprived of the right to eat at the table."

"Don't worry! I will never cause trouble for your Miss Song!" Wen Zhuo continued, gritting his teeth, "I have to find something to do with that classmate Gu who screwed me over!"

Since she couldn't offend Song Pingqing, Murong Xue didn't care. She simply stopped paying any more attention to Wen Zhuo and turned her attention back to the book in front of her.

Before Wen Zhuo could go looking for trouble, Song Pingqing came out with a small basin and held it in front of Murong Xue: "Come, smell the three-fresh stuffing you've been craving for. Doesn't it smell good?"

Murong Xue immediately lost the cold look she had when she warned Wen Zhuo just now, and tilted her head to look at the dumpling filling that Song Pingqing brought: "It smells quite fragrant. Oh, there are green peppers in it? There are green peppers in the three-fresh filling?"

"You'll know after you eat it, it's very delicious when cooked this way." Song Pingqing said with a smile.