"You still know to call me?" Xiong Miao answered the phone while eating noodles.

Although she and Song Mingzhe have been good friends for many years, they haven't been in touch for a long time because of the time difference.

Song Mingzhe at the other end had a clear tone, and teased: "I haven't seen you for so long, don't you miss me?"

Xiong Miao sneered, and said to him: "You didn't notify me when you came back, but I didn't see why you missed me!"

After hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone was not only not angry, but laughed even more happily. The laughter was full of the joy of reunion.

"Okay, let's stop arguing on the phone, why don't we meet and talk."

Xiong Miao thought that he still had something to ask him. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still a few hours before the children left school.

Naturally, he agreed to Song Mingzhe's invitation.

She put down the noodles that she had only eaten a few mouthfuls of, tidied herself up a bit, and went to the restaurant designated by Song Mingzhe.

This is a western restaurant, remembering that Song Mingzhe had just returned from abroad, Xiong Miao didn't find it strange.

Following the waiter's guidance, she found a handsome man who was eating by the window. He kept a bright smile and sat opposite him.

"Don't come here without any problems, long time no see, you've become handsome." Xiong Miao leaned on the back of the chair with folded arms, and took the initiative to greet him.

Hearing this, Song Mingzhe glanced at her speechlessly, and said, "Why are you being so polite? I'm really not used to it."

Because they were friends when they were very young, the two of them have always spoken out of tune, how could they be so polite.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's dissatisfaction, Xiong Miao stopped pretending, lowered his arm, and began to settle accounts: "You still know that you can't be polite, so why didn't you inform me when you instigated Qianqian to be a hacker!"

Realizing that someone was here, Xiong Miao quickly lowered his voice.

"It's really not what you think, it's Qianqian..."

"What's up with him!"

"No, it's all right, it's my fault. Isn't it all resolved?" Song Mingzhe saw that she looked cute when she was angry, and he took all the responsibilities, smiling apologetically.

"Solved? Is this how it was solved?" Xiong Miao's face was sullen, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

Those big, clear eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, waiting for Song Mingzhe.

His so-called solution was to let Zhan Zifeng take advantage of him, and he took all the responsibilities!

Obviously, Zhan Zifeng is the most innocent.

"Don't be angry, we finally met, so we can't get along with each other?" Song Mingzhe casually patted her on the shoulder.

"Hmph!" Xiong Miao turned away angrily, not looking at him.

"Okay, don't be angry, you can also order something to eat. I'm hungry, so I'll eat first." Song Mingzhe said to Xiong Miao after swallowing a mouthful of noodles.

Xiong Miao thought that he really needed to eat, otherwise his stomach would not be able to bear it, so he picked up the menu and browsed.

"I recommend this pasta to you, it's really delicious!" Song Mingzhe enthusiastically recommended seeing her delay in ordering.

Hearing the word "spaghetti", Xiong Miao reflexively wanted to vomit, but taking into account the occasion, he held back.

"Stop talking about spaghetti! I hate this the most!" Xiong Miao gave him a vicious look.

Song Mingzhe looked at her strangely, and said, "Why? I haven't seen you hate it before... this."

After being glared at by Xiong Miao again, Song Mingzhe tactfully braked urgently, did not say those four words again, and got away with it.