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

Song Pingqing thought that Murong Xue would be satisfied or happy to greet her, but Murong Xue opened her mouth and said, "You are a capitalist."

Song Pingqing was confused: No? What did I do?

Murong Xue added: "Oh no, calling you a capitalist is a nice word. You are at the level of a slave owner."

"Your insults are a bit dirty." Song Pingqing was quite unconvinced.

"I am obviously a patriotic entrepreneur. How can you slander my innocence out of thin air?"

"You didn't pay a penny, but you coaxed people into doing the job, and you even wanted to ask for the recipe of the Gu family chef. Isn't that still a slave owner?"

Murongxue poked Song Pingqing on the shoulder: "Capitalists should at least give us some money."

"...You are wrongly accusing me. He doesn't work for me alone. He works hard for his own dream."

"Besides, the pear soup is not for me alone."

As soon as Song Pingqing said this, he felt something was wrong.

Why does it sound more and more like capitalism the more I talk about it?

Obviously, it is correct from a logical point of view.

Murong Xue smiled, leaned back on the ergonomic chair, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at Song Pingqing with a cunning look in her eyes.

Oh, it wasn’t easy, I finally succeeded in fooling someone.

Let her snicker just now.

"If you put it that way..."

However, Song Pingqing was not a man who played by the rules. He directly took out a slender, small, silver spinning pen from his pocket.

It is fifteen centimeters long, with some dark patterns on the main body, and the two ends are weighted and inlaid with several red or blue rice-sized gems.

There are also some sea rice beads.

It looks very intimidating at first glance, but the workmanship is actually very rough and cannot withstand close scrutiny.

An experienced master can tell at a glance that it is the product of the newcomer's learning period.

Murong Xue could tell the quality of the workmanship, and of course she could guess who the maker of this new pen was.

The smile on the eldest lady's lips froze.

Ah this...

No one told her that Song Pingqing had secretly prepared a gift for her recently. The nanny in this family is really unprofessional.

She actually lost all control over Song Pingqing's movements.

Song Pingqing didn't know what Murong Xue was thinking, he just thought it was fun to tease a young lady like this.

So I said in a controlled tone: "Then I think this pen should be able to sell for a good price."

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue with a smile, and said slowly, "I wonder what price Director Xue will give me?"

Murong Xue couldn't sit still anymore.

He immediately leaned forward, reached out and snatched the pen from Song Pingqing's hand, and said in a savage tone: "What price are you asking for? You made it yourself, it's priceless."

To put it bluntly, priceless means zero, right?

Song Pingqing did not resist. He looked at her with doting eyes and let Murong Xue take the new spinning pen away.

After she had admired it for more than ten seconds, Song Pingqing moved closer and said jokingly, "Director Xue, does your behavior count as robbery?"

Who made her call her a capitalist slave owner just now?

"Of course not!"

Murong Xue turned it twice and felt that it felt good. She then carefully examined the gemstones on it and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

"How is it? Is it powerful?"

One of Murongxue's elective courses is jewelry design. Not long ago, when Song Pingqing heard her mention something called "silver clay", he became interested in it.

Compared with the academic school that learns first and then does, Song Pingqing is sometimes more persistent in doing first and then talking.

This thing is like the eyes can do it but the hands can't.

It took Song Pingqing a month of hard work, from silver clay to hand-made silver sheets, and he wasted a lot of materials before he made such a pen.

But it was also so beautiful that Song Pingqing almost didn't want to give it away.

"It's still very rough." Song Pingqing's eyes also fell on the pen spinning. "It looks good at first glance, but the details are actually not noticeable at all."

It's not that Song Pingqing was being modest, she was telling the truth. This pen had not been polished at all, and although it was made of pure silver, it had a faint white tint.

“My skills still need to be improved.”

"No, I like it very much." Murong Xue immediately raised her head to look into Song Pingqing's eyes, with a faint light flickering in her eyes, "I really like it."

I like you and I like your intentions.

"As long as you like it." Song Pingqing rubbed her head, "I always feel that I should learn jewelry making."

This way, Murong Xue can satisfy those little hobbies that she doesn't want to show to others.

No matter what little thing Murong Xue designs, she can make it directly, giving the young lady's creativity a foothold, which is actually quite interesting.

Maybe I can even start my own jewelry brand.

"Do you like handicrafts?" Murong Xue suddenly realized, "Cooking is not to mention. You have made moon lamps, dolls, and even the dog house for coal balls."

"I like it very much." Song Pingqing nodded, "When I'm doing handicrafts, I feel that everything is very quiet."

"Can you knit me a scarf?"

The summer temperature in Massachusetts is not as high as that in King City, and autumn comes earlier than in King City.

Although it is only October now, the temperature difference is large and some people have already started wearing thick coats in the early morning and at night.

Murong Xue now asked Song Pingqing to knit a scarf for her so that she could wear it when the weather gets cold.

"What? Are the robbers here to rob again?" Song Pingqing hasn't forgotten what happened just now.

Murong Xue held it in for a long time before finally saying, "Stingy guy."

Song Pingqing laughed so hard that he was shaking. He finally stopped before Murong Xue was about to explode: "Okay, okay, I'll knit it for you, I'll knit it for you."

"Then next Monday is Columbus Day and we have a day off, so let's go buy some yarn." Murong Xue immediately decided on the time to buy yarn.

"You want a handmade scarf so much?" Song Pingqing was surprised.

This doesn't look like a spur of the moment decision.

Columbus Day is a holiday with a strong atmosphere and it is not usually found in textbooks in China.

A few days in advance, the streets were already decorated with colorful flags.

It also has a portrait of Columbus or a sailing ship pattern representing sailing printed on it.

Although the two of them went out, the journey that was supposed to take twenty minutes ended up taking nearly an hour in traffic jam.

Looking at the parade teams in colorful costumes and various outfits on the street, as well as the occasional festive floats, Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so lively."

Murong Xue hated such a noisy environment the most, and she hated being stuck in traffic for a long time and not being able to get anything done.

Seeing Song Pingqing so leisurely and relaxed, leaning back in his chair and lazily enjoying the festive atmosphere, Murong Xue's mood calmed down a little.

Song Pingqing turned his gaze over, only to see Murong Xue frowning slightly, seeming a little unhappy: "Is it too noisy? Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Murong Xue agreed, "It's noisy."

There was a hint of grievance in his tone.

God knows how hard she tried to restrain herself from saying: I shouldn't have come out if I had known.

Song Pingqing took off an earphone and put it on Murong Xue's right ear.

The warm touch and soothing light music dispelled Murong Xue's emotions.

Fortunately, Song Pingqing is not so narcissistic as to listen to the songs she sings herself.

Murong Xue took a deep breath.