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

"Huh? Someone sent you flowers."

The angel and the devil in Murong Xue's heart were fighting fiercely. Song Pingqing watched her subconsciously tighten her hands around the sunflower, and felt an indescribable sour feeling in his heart.

When she saw Song Pingqing pursing his lips slightly, Murong Xue sneered: "Am I the kind of person who accepts gifts casually?"

In the end, the neutral human side leaned towards the angel side because they remembered Song Pingqing's reaction when they were looking for a light bulb not long ago.

It's better not to stimulate her too much, as it may cause problems.

Murong Xue snorted lightly: "You underestimate me too much."

After that, Murong Xue stuffed the flowers into Song Pingqing's arms and turned her head away from her, but her tone was full of pride and complacency: "This is for you."

However, what emerged in Song Pingqing's mind was the moment when Murong Xue hesitated just now.

This person...isn't he trying to coax her?

"Yes." Song Pingqing lowered his eyes and handed another bouquet of sunflowers in his arms to Murong Xue, "This is what I prepared for you."

Murong Xue:?! This reaction is different from what I expected!

Murong Xue instinctively reached out and took the thing Song Pingqing handed over.

Song Pingqing said the blessing words according to what he had thought of in his mind a long time ago: "I wish you win the championship in one fell swoop."

At first glance, the tone is no different from before.

But Murong Xue just felt that something was wrong.

Murong Xue looked at the sunflower in her arms, reached out to fiddle with the petals of the accompanying flower, and changed the subject: "This flower smells very good."

Song Pingqing said, "My dad recommended it to me. He said this flower is beautiful and pretty."

After saying that, Song Pingqing turned around and headed towards the room: "I'll go find a vase to put the flowers in."

? Running away now? !

Before Murong Xue could stop him, Song Pingqing jumped out immediately.

Although he was holding a bouquet of flowers, his back looked a little haggard.

This speed is too fast.

Wu Qiming, who had just arrived, asked: "How did you offend her?"

Wu Qiming's original intention was to act as a love strategist.

Unfortunately.

This directly ignited Murong Xue's anger: "Who provoked her?"

Fortunately, Murong Xue still remembered that this was at Song Pingqing's house and just growled.

Wu Qiming: ...It doesn’t seem like a small matter, but why is she feeling guilty?

Murong Xue never expected that just a moment of hesitation would lead Song Pingqing to misunderstand her.

I didn't see how sensitive her mind was before she became enlightened.

annoying!

Murong Xue angrily followed Song Pingqing upstairs.

Of course, when people don't want misunderstandings to occur, there are always ways to avoid them.

For example, at this moment, Song Pingqing is looking at the greeting card placed in the middle of the bouquet of flowers.

【I wish Pingqing to win the first prize and be on the list of successful candidates. 】

If it’s not Murong Xue’s handwriting, then whose is it?

Song Pingqing: I seem to have misunderstood her, but since it was for me, why was she hesitating just now?

Murong Xue's slightly cold voice sounded from behind: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy about receiving flowers?"

"I'm happy, of course I'm happy." Song Pingqing put the card into the drawer, "I'm so happy that I don't know how to react."

Murong Xue: I always feel that this statement is sarcastic.

"Put away this bouquet of flowers too." Murong Xue put aside the bouquet that Song Pingqing had just handed her. "I don't want the first bouquet of flowers someone gave me to wither so easily."

"Okay." Song Pingqing agreed calmly.

"Are all the dishes I ordered ready?" Seeing that she was not in high spirits, Murong Xue started to find a topic to talk about.

"It's ready." Song Pingqing thought for a moment, "I also kneaded a ball of dough."

"Noodles? Do you want to make a blanket for the pig?" Murong Xue wondered.

"No." Song Pingqing lowered his head and continued to pick up the flowers. "You can tear them into noodles and cook them. They'll be delicious too."

"Oh, I'll give it a try then."

Murong Xue stood aside and watched Song Pingqing arranging flowers. She always felt that this man seemed a little angry, but also not angry.

It's really hard to figure out.

When she first became enlightened, her emotions also changed rapidly.

Now seeing Song Pingqing like this, Murong Xue has the mentality of an experienced person.

The group of people who had just finished their exams wanted to celebrate at home, so Song Dashan took his parents, wife and children out to play, leaving all the space to this group of young people.

Because Murong Xue liked clay pot stew, Song Pingqing, who had come to his senses, pestered Old Lady Song to teach her her secret recipe as early as the Chinese New Year.

In addition to the cooking courses he took in the United States a few years ago as a foundation, Song Pingqing's current level is extremely high.

When Song Pingqing brought in the processed ingredients and prepared sauces, he saw Murong Xue playing with her phone beside the stove where the iron pot was stewing. "Don't sit here, sit outside."

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue was rarely lazy, without even raising her eyelids, "You're in a hurry to send me away right after the exam?"

"Oil will splash out when frying." Song Pingqing reached out and pinched her face, "and there will be oil smoke that will hurt the skin."

Murong Xue cried out "Ouch!" and jumped up immediately: "Your hands smell fishy!"

"Really?" Song Pingqing looked down and said, "It might have gotten stuck when I was handling the food just now. Go wash it quickly."

There was actually no need to say more about the second half of the sentence, because Murong Xue had already run to wash her face before Song Pingqing finished speaking.

Wu Qiming sat aside, seemingly reciting the script, but actually just watching the fun.

Oh, isn’t this better than idol dramas?

I thought Gu Zongnan, who had a long journey, would be the last to arrive, but it turned out that he was one step earlier than Shen Ci and Wen Zhuo.

It's hard to change this guy's swagger. He started to show off as soon as he entered the door: "You didn't expect it, friends~ I stole my dad's helicopter~"

Song Pingqing knocked the frying pan onto the table and covered the pot: "Why haven't those two arrived yet?"

"I asked Shen Ci to pick up the wine I ordered." Murong Xue washed her face, reapplied skin care products, and walked in. "It will probably take a little while."

Last time, Song Pingqing fooled me with vinegar, and I must not let him off easily today.

"You want to drink?" Song Pingqing immediately recalled the last time she drank too much. "No! You can't drink!"

Murong Xue had a good reason: "I just finished the exam, what's wrong with celebrating and relaxing?!"

"I said no and it means no!" Song Pingqing refused firmly.

The last time was at a banquet, and Murong Xue became like that without drinking much. If she dared to let Murong Xue relax today, who knows how drunk Murong Xue would get.

"Oh, we finally finished the exam and we are all adults now." Gu Zongnan didn't know the truth and just added fuel to the fire.

Song Pingqing's gaze fell on Wu Qiming again.

Wu Qiming didn't dare to offend anyone. Seeing that the fire was burning on him, he immediately sat up straight: "Either drink something with a lower alcohol content, or add some drinks and add some ice cubes to dilute it?"

"Is this okay?" Murong Xue got a satisfactory solution and immediately turned to look at Song Pingqing.

Anyway, the final right of interpretation of pretending to be drunk lies with her.