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He squinted his eyes, returned to the chat box, thought for a while, and typed a line of words on the screen with his slender fingers.

Song Mingzhe: Where are you?

He put the phone aside and returned to work in front of the computer.

For some reason, Ling Zhaozhao, who used to chat with him to share his daily life, didn't reply for a long time.

Finally, when he saw the dialog box with no text for the fifth time, he couldn't help but make a voice call.

The reminder that the other party was busy on the line made his deep eyes look a little more like a rainy day.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know that Song Mingzhe had called her, and Yunmei called her after she finished posting to Moments.

Yunmei's topic was nothing more than chatting about her parents, Ling Zhaozhao simply turned on the speakerphone, and then put the phone aside to answer while grilling.

Ling Zhaozhao, who had finished eating barbecue, packed up his things, and went back to take a beautiful hot bath, turned on his phone while lying on the bed.

When she saw that Song Mingzhe actually called her, she couldn't help but straighten up from the bed.

She looked at the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening, and she didn't know if calling back would disturb him who was on a business trip.

She hesitated for a while, but still didn't call back, but just typed a few words in the chat box.

Ling Zhaozhao: What's the matter?What's matter?

After a few minutes, Song Mingzhe's news jumped out.

Song Mingzhe: It's okay.

Looking at this short answer, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Is he slipping?

Ling Zhaozhao: Then what are you doing?

Also sent a kitten puzzled emoticon package.

Song Mingzhe replied almost instantly.

Song Mingzhe: I'm busy.

He answered so neatly that Ling Zhaozhao felt for a moment that he was chatting with a cold robot.

But after all, he is still working overtime during the National Day, so he must be really tired.

Ling Zhaozhao decided not to bother with him over such trivial matters.

Ling Zhaozhao: Then you should be busy~ Rest early!

Song Mingzhe in front of the screen twitched his mouth when he saw this sentence.

Why, did she not share with him such trivial matters as what she ate and drank today?

Still feel that there is already a better confidant?

Song Mingzhe looked up at the night scene outside the window, pondered for a long time, and dialed the internal number.

the next day.

When Ling Zhaozhao woke up, Lin Xi next to him was still in bed.

"Zhao Zhao, please bring breakfast in, I really can't get up."

Lin Xi seemed to sense the movements of the people around him, and muttered softly.

The breakfast in the villa has to be collected at the front desk. Originally, Huang Qibo said that he could personally deliver it to their room door every day, but Lin Xi felt embarrassed, so he declined.

Ling Zhaozhao said hello, and after washing, put on his loose long sleeves and trousers, and walked out of the room.

"Morning, Zhao Zhao."

Huang Qibo was looking at the bill at the front desk, when he saw Ling Zhaozhao approaching, a smile appeared on his tanned face.

He looked behind Ling Zhaozhao, as if he was looking for something.

Ling Zhaozhao put away the broken hair around his ear, saw Huang Qibo's searching eyes, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curled up.

"Lin Xi hasn't woken up yet, and is lying in bed."

Huang Qibo, who was suddenly punctured by Ling Zhaozhao, couldn't help but blush, and then handed their breakfast to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao weighed the weight of the two breakfasts, and obviously felt the difference.

"I said that your boss is too eccentric, and you secretly brought private goods."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Huang Qibo narrowly.

Huang Qibo touched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Lin Xi likes to eat soft-boiled fried eggs, so I asked the kitchen to fry a few more. She likes fried noodles, so I also added more portions. Don't tell her, I don't want to burden her."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but clicked his tongue a few times in his heart.

Lin Xi is not blind or foolish, how could he not see the difference in breakfast.

I don't know what kind of love and hatred happened between these two people, which made Huang Qibo obviously have a good impression of Lin Xi, but he never dared to get close to Lin Xi, so he could only give in silently.

"If you want me to say, if you really like her, you might as well take the initiative, and I can share it with you!"

Song Mingzhe, who had just stepped into the door, heard the second half of Ling Zhaozhao's words.

She was dressed casually, a little more lazy, and was talking and laughing with a boy at the front desk.

Coincidentally, this boy happened to be the vague silhouette he saw in Ling Zhaozhao's circle of friends yesterday.

Heh, don't share it with him, share it with other men, right?

Song Mingzhe gripped the tow bar of the luggage, and walked to the front desk with a tall body.

"Hi sir, do you want to stay or take a hot spring?"

Seeing the guests coming, Huang Qibo straightened up immediately, with a professional smile on his face.

Ling Zhaozhao also followed Huang Qibo's gaze.

This was unbearable, and it directly made her feel like she was dreaming in broad daylight.

"Song, Song Mingzhe? Why are you here?"

Ling Zhaozhao stuttered from fright.

His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes were smeared black, and he looked a little more haggard than before.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and looked at the woman in front of him who made him work all night and booked the earliest flight back. His thin lips were slightly parted, as if there was a bit of coolness.

"Come on vacation."

Ling Zhaozhao was shocked after hearing this.

On vacation?

But wasn't he busy yesterday?

"Zhao Zhao, do you know each other?"

Seeing that they were very familiar, Huang Qibo couldn't help interjecting.

Not that he said, based on his experience of seeing all kinds of guests over the years, the handsome and extraordinary man in front of him didn't look like he was on vacation.

He looked like he was here to catch rape.

Song Mingzhe looked at Huang Qibo with a chill in his eyes.

He held Ling Zhaozhao's shoulder, as if declaring his sovereignty.

"What do you think, Zhao Zhao?"

Not only did they know each other, they also held hands and kissed, and even met each other's parents.

It's just too familiar.

His loud and lingering sound made Ling Zhaozhao's heart skip a beat.

She didn't quite understand why Song Mingzhe suddenly took her by the shoulders, and deliberately pronounced her name so ambiguously.

Obviously, there is no need for them to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend here.

Could it be that he worked too much overtime and made him lose his mind?

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe sympathetically, and then followed his words.

"Yes, we are friends."

The word "friend" directly brought a different emotion to Song Mingzhe's eyes.

So in her heart, they are just friends, right?