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

While the people downstairs were talking, the people who went upstairs had already reached the door of Murong Baba's room.

From the moment the elevator door opened, Song Pingqing smelled a strong smell of medicine.

The closer he walked to the bedroom, the stronger the smell of medicine became, so bitter that Song Pingqing instinctively felt something was wrong.

Such a medicinal smell was completely impossible to ignore. Even Murong Xue frowned slightly. She made up her mind and ignored her grandmother's repeated attempts to stop her. She directly pulled Song Pingqing in.

"Grandpa, Pingqing and I came up to see you."

As early as more than a year ago, Murong Baba began to rest in bed intermittently, but unfortunately, even with all the special medicines Uncle Song brought him, Murong Baba's health still did not improve much.

Now his health seems to be even worse and he is not in high spirits.

Even the party for Song Pingqing to recognize his godparents last summer was held half a month in advance so that Uncle Song could take good care of him. After he returned home, he stayed in bed for another month before he felt better.

The room was very warm, at least 25 or 26 degrees Celsius. If it weren't for the smell of medicine that filled the room, one would feel like stepping from winter into mid-spring when entering.

Murong Baba was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a pair of gold-framed reading glasses, flipping through a book, with a thin blanket covering his legs. Even at this temperature, he didn't feel very warm.

When Murong Baba saw Murong Xue and Song Pingqing coming up hand in hand, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and soon, expressions of understanding and relief appeared on his face.

"You two came up together." He spoke very slowly, his voice was obviously out of breath, and he smiled lovingly, "Okay, sisters, that's how it should be."

Murong Xue hadn't seen her grandfather for some time and never expected that he would be so weak.

All of a sudden, the pent-up anger was completely dissipated: "Is your health still not getting better?"

"It's like this when you get old." Murong Baba didn't want to talk about his own health, but looked at Song Pingqing, "I'm reading the book you wrote."

Before Song Pingqing could even open his mouth to express concern about Murong Baba's condition, he was shocked by his words. He felt numb from his scalp to his heels, and began to frantically think about what he had written in the novel.

His voice was dry: "Uh... I've written quite a lot. Which one are you talking about?"

"The old lady holds the book Lingquan Xiuxian in her hand."

Song Pingqing then noticed that what Murong Baba was holding in his hand was the immortal cultivation weapon of an 88-year-old woman.

Even more embarrassing.

"Ah...we young people all like to watch this now." Song Pingqing was completely numb.

However, Murong Baba's focus was not on the spiritual spring or on cultivating immortals, but on saying to Song Pingqing: "You have a very deep understanding of the 88-year-old lady."

"My grandmother raised me when I was a child, and I have a very good relationship with her." Song Pingqing did not hesitate to use Old Lady Song as a shield.

"Is that right?"

Murong Baba wanted to ask more, but Murong Xue keenly sensed the unspoken meaning in his words and immediately interrupted him: "Grandpa, you are not in good health, you should rest more and watch less weird things."

Murong Baba looked towards Murong Xue and saw that half of his granddaughter's body was blocking Song Pingqing.

This stance is very subtle. At first glance, it seems that the biological granddaughter wants to be closer to him, but upon closer inspection, she is actually protecting Song Pingqing behind her.

As soon as he made eye contact with Murong Xue, Murong Baba understood in his heart that she was telling him to stop asking Song Pingqing questions.

Murong Baba was in a complicated mood. After looking at Murong Xue for a moment, Murong Baba sighed in his heart.

Forget it, the child knows what’s going on. As an old man, it’s better for him not to interfere too much.

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

After figuring this out, Murong Baba stopped worrying about it and coughed twice before changing the subject: "It's my birthday, so I have to have dinner with my family."

He looked at Song Pingqing with a kind and gentle expression, and his words were not as cryptic as before. He looked caring for his juniors: "You must go back to the Song family for dinner, but the Murong family is also your home now."

The speed and smoothness of the face changing was beyond the reach of Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing: It turns out that I am not thick-skinned enough.

"Your birthday is close to the end of the year, and Xue'er said that you have never celebrated your birthday with your friends since you were a child. So we old couple decided to invite your good friends to come together, so that you can have a good day in the manor today."

"Don't think we are meddling."

Chinese translation: Don't mind that I just had other intentions.

After Song Pingqing came downstairs with his birthday present, Dan Qiyun pressed the button to adjust the bed and let Murong Baba lie down again: "Didn't you have something to say to Pingqing? Why don't you say it again?"

"They are so close, we should not say anything that would upset them." Murong Baba put the book aside, "Xue'er is a child with her own ideas, and her children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

"Besides, didn't the people who went to investigate say so when they came back? Pingqing has always been a steady person."

Seeing that he seemed tired, Dan Qiyun said no more, patted his hand and left.

Putting this little episode aside, there are actually many places to have fun in the manor.

It's Song Pingqing's birthday, so naturally everyone will play whatever Song Pingqing wants to play.

As a result, a group of people went to the lake to fish in the middle of winter.

"Is this what you want to do most after coming to the manor?" Murong Xue was puzzled and shocked.

Wu Qiming and Shen Ci were setting up a barbecue grill, while Gu Zongnan and Wen Zhuo were setting up a tent and stove to provide warmth and protection from the wind.

"Yes, yes, it's about getting close to nature." Song Pingqing and Murongxue each held a fishing rod. "No one usually comes to fish in this lake, so the fish must be special..."

Before he could even utter the word "stupid", Song Pingqing felt something taking the bait and immediately began to reel in the line excitedly: "Hey hey! I caught a fish!"

Murong Xue silently held her fishing rod one meter away from her.

"Why are you running?" Song Pingqing saw it out of the corner of his eye and thought her behavior was a little strange.

"I don't want the water to splash on me." Murong Xue said as she took the fishing rod a few steps away from her.

"Okay, then you stay away for now." After all, you are a mysophobe.

Song Pingqing took a lot of effort to finally pull the fish up.

No one expected that there would be such a big silver carp in this lake. It looked like it must have weighed at least 7 or 8 kilograms, and it jumped with great force. Song Pingqing almost couldn't pull the fish up.

The big silver carp was jumping around on the ground, and a group of people were hiding far away.

"The fish is so big that it can't fit on one grill." Wu Qiming, who was just setting up the grill, said quietly, "We need two."