"They're in kindergarten and haven't come back yet," Xiong Miao said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, let's go, pick them up now." Song Mingzhe pulled her to leave.

"No need, I hired an auntie, she will pick them up, and she should have left the kindergarten by now." Xiong Miao couldn't tell him his difficulties.

She was always being watched by Zhan Yeling. If Zhan Yeling found out by going to the kindergarten to pick up the children in such a ostentatious manner, it would be a disaster.

"Okay then, let's wait for them to come back." Song Mingzhe looked at the small space.

On a whim, he said, "Or I'll buy you a bigger house."

Xiong Miao looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to have such a big brain, so he quickly refused: "I don't want it, you know me, I don't want to accept benefits from others for no reason."

"We've been friends for so long, you don't have to be polite to me. And what do you mean by accepting benefits from others for no reason? Am I someone else?" He tried to convince the stubborn Xiong Miao.

When she was abroad in the past, Xiong Miao was also so stubborn and unwilling to accept the benefits that others gave her.

Xiong Miao is a person with a bottom line, unwilling to back down at all, and his gaze is even more unwavering.

"I'm not being polite to you. You don't get rewarded for nothing. If I accept your benefits, I won't be able to treat you as an equal in the future, and I will always accommodate you. Do you think of me like this?" Xiong Miao explained to him calmly .

Seeing that Song Mingzhe still wanted to persuade himself, Xiong Miao quickly continued: "I don't want to owe favors to others, no matter who they are."

This sentence was tantamount to blocking Song Mingzhe's way. He knew that he couldn't persuade Xiong Miao, so he could only take other fronts.

"Look, why are you talking so seriously. This time I testified for Zhan Yeling in court, and he paid me 80 million yuan. I'm worried that I have nothing to spend. If you help me spend money, you are also helping me." Song Song Mingzhe said in a relaxed tone, this is true.

Xiong Miao was taken aback when he heard this, and opened his eyes wide to look at Song Mingzhe in front of him.

He just tapped the keyboard like that, and he actually earned 80 million!

Look at yourself again!

It's really people comparing people, it's maddening!

Xiong Miao took a deep breath, lest she lose her composure in public.

Xiong Miao's reaction made Song Mingzhe feel that she would accept the olive branch she just threw out: "How about it? Shall I buy you a new house? Seriously, just change to a bigger one. Not too luxurious."

Xiong Miao didn't speak, she was not thinking about the house at all, but thinking about the deal between Song Mingzhe and Zhan Yeling.

Of the two of them, one is talented, the other is rich, the other is capable of taking, and the other is willing to give. They really fit together seamlessly.

It is true that money can turn ghosts around.

Seeing that Xiong Miao didn't answer, Song Mingzhe just stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, and poked her worriedly.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Could it be that he was frightened by his reward?

After being poked by Song Mingzhe, Xiong Miao finally came to his senses and asked belatedly, "Huh? What did you say?"

Song Mingzhe sighed helplessly, and said it again: "I said, do you want me to buy you a new house?"

Xiong Miao didn't expect that he still hadn't given up, so he glared at him and said, "I said no, don't mention it."

Hearing her tough attitude, Song Mingzhe had no choice but to shut up, stop mentioning this matter, and continue to visit her small house.

Xiong Miao glanced out the window and was surprised to find that it was almost dark.