When the chopsticks were brought back, Song Xixi was already swallowing saliva at the weasel ribs, and what made Song Xixi even happier was that the takeaway brought back by Tang Zhihuan was for two people, with two portions of rice.

Tang Zhihuan came back from the kitchen, took two pairs of chopsticks in his hand, handed her a pair casually, pulled a chair and sat down beside her, and asked lightly, "Haven't you had breakfast yet?" ”

The clock hanging on the wall now shows twelve and fifteen.

"Mmmm, I didn't eat, so I'm really hungry now, thank you, Tang Zhihuan!" Song Xixi looked pitiful, skillfully opened the takeaway box, sandwiched a piece of crispy and juicy pork ribs and put it in his mouth, and when he bit into it, his mouth was full of delicious soup.

Tang Zhihuan watched her eat so fragrantly, and also put a piece of pork ribs in her mouth and chewed it, it was indeed delicious.

"I see you have an unwashed dish in the sink." He chewed slowly, picked a bite of rice and put it in his mouth, with a faint smile in his long eyes.

Hearing this, Song Xixi's hand holding the ribs stopped in the air, and it took nearly a second before he resumed his movements, and the satisfied expression on his face disappeared by half, and he stiffened with a little embarrassment: "That, Tang Zhihuan, I didn't mean to lie to you." ”

"That's the last bag of instant noodles in my house, if you don't come to bring me food, I really won't have anything to eat today."

Lying, paying attention to not blushing and not beating heartbeat, Song Xixi mastered the essence early.

"I just mentioned casually that eating too much instant noodles is not good for your health." The man whispered, as if this sentence was also mentioned casually.

Song Xixi's eyes suddenly lit up, his head leaned in front of Tang Zhihuan, and he smiled: "Do you care about me?" ”

"......" Tang Zhihuan leaned back quietly, he usually eats alone, and none of his friends are as lively and enthusiastic as Song Xixi, and he only thinks that Song Xixi's words are the enthusiasm caused by her personality, and nodded slowly: "Well, if you have time to cook, try not to eat instant noodles." ”

Song Xixi stared at his flat expression and asked tentatively: "Tang Zhihuan, you care so much about other girls, you... Isn't girlfriend jealous? ”

"I don't have a girlfriend."

The man picked up the lunch box, his eyes were calm, his slender hands were distinct, white and simple, and there were no rings or decorations on his hands. It must be very good.

She blinked her eyes and controlled her gradually excited tone: "I think you shouldn't be too young, you don't have a girlfriend, are you lying to me?" ”

When the man heard this, his expression remained unchanged, he put down the chopsticks in his hand gently, and glanced at her lightly: "Where is your cup?" ”

"Oh, and there are clean disposable cups next to the fridge."

Tang Zhihuan nodded, got up to get one, and then poured himself a glass of water, and found that Song Xixi had been staring at him, and he responded lightly after drinking the water: "27 years old, you are about the same age as me, don't you have no boyfriend?" ”

Song Xi was taken aback: "How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?" ”

Does she look like a person who doesn't have a boyfriend?

"If you can have a boyfriend, I won't let me bring you food."

"Hehe......" She didn't seem to be able to do anything but give an embarrassed response with a polite smile.

After eating, Tang Zhihuan cleaned up the table, put the chopsticks in the sink, and returned to the living room, Song Xixi was answering the phone, he sat down and waited, but fortunately, Song Xixi quickly ended the call.

"What are you going to do tonight and tomorrow?"