Song Mi felt that something was wrong with herself that day. No matter what Xi Ze said, she felt light and airy.

It's like being lifted up with your feet off the ground.

Song Mi looked away, not daring to look into his eyes, but looked at the camphor tree beside the road ahead.

The camphor trees in this area were planted by the Ducheng government three years ago to beautify the city. In the current autumn, they are still luxuriant and leafy, as wide as a bowl, and the lush green is like dripping emeralds, filling everyone's eyes.

She stared at the camphor tree for a long time before hesitatingly asking: "Why don't you mind if it's me?"

When I asked, I still didn't dare to look into his eyes.

It’s really easy to get people thinking wrongly.

The sun was shining brightly, and Tan Xi Ze probably felt hot. He raised his hand and loosened his tie. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "You are more lovable."

He was not prepared to say anything too clear.

He has never been a person who likes to talk openly.

Song Mi could only understand it from the superficial meaning. Is it like those old people praising her for being lovable?

She has been praised as a lovable child since she was a child.

There was a moment.

There must have been a moment when, for some reason, her heart dropped a bit, like a block of ice.

Suddenly, Song Mi felt like a clown because she didn't dare to look into his eyes.

A clown who plays out a rich inner drama.

That light and airy feeling started to disappear.

Carried away by a gust of autumn wind.

The green shadow of the camphor tree became blurry in his eyes, and Song Mi was distracted for a moment, making it difficult to focus his vision.

It was Tan Xize who brought her back to her thoughts with a faint smile: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Mi shook his head: "No."

Her eyes focused on Tan Xize's face again. No matter how you looked at him, he had a face that was so beautiful that it made people sigh with emotion.

Those years.

Song Mi would look at his face in trance, and thought more than once, "It's not that there are no good-looking men, but many men are just good-looking," but when it comes to Xize, it's different, women tend to have desire when they look at his face.

The desire to like, the desire to admire, the desire to be close, or some other desire.

It’s just desire anyway.

Song Mi suddenly understood this desire, and he tasted it in waves of lightness.

It's just that this isn't right.

At this time, Zhou Lang had already driven the Bentley out of the parking area, parked slowly in front of the two of them, and then got out of the car and opened the back seat door for them.

Song Mi got into the back seat and moved in to make room for Tan Xize.

After Tan Xi Ze got in the car, he chose a very relaxed posture, tilted his head slightly and leaned on it, placing one hand on the armrest panel, looking tired.

It's not hard to tell that he didn't get a good rest last night either.

Song Mi sat in a daze for a while, but his heart was still not at peace. What he said and what he did kept replaying in his mind.

He suddenly appeared to support her.

He also took her to eat delicious seafood, and even ordered twenty hairy crabs to make her laugh because of her joke.

She also said she wouldn't mind playing her boyfriend next time.

To be honest, for a boss to treat his subordinates like this is really too considerate.

Ridiculously thoughtful.

Song Mimo sat there for a while, then cautiously turned his head to look at him, and found that Tan Xize was resting with his eyes closed.

Knowing that it was not good to disturb him at this time, she still called Mr. Tan.

When Tan Xize was about to fall asleep, he heard Song Mi calling him. He didn't open his eyes, but subconsciously answered her.

"Um?"

The words Song Mi wanted to ask circled around in his throat, and finally turned into a stiff and awkward sentence: "...Have you ever been in love?"

After asking, she didn't dare to look up, she was very embarrassed.

I was so nervous that I was stroking my hair. I had already combed it all behind my ears, and I was still stroking it with my hands.

The man's meaningful gaze fell over.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye.

The expression on Nishizawa's expression is very intriguing, but the playfulness and depth of it are difficult to explore.

"Why are you asking me this suddenly?"

Song Mi casually said: "Didn't you just meet my ex-boyfriend? I just want to ask out of curiosity."

Tan Xize smiled knowingly and said, "We haven't talked about it." Soon, he followed up with the second half of the sentence, "But we are engaged."

"..."

Before Song Mi could answer, Tan Xize tilted his head and stared at her with interest: "Are you curious about my love history?"

Song Mi froze instantly, his words hit the point directly.

What it means for a woman to be curious about a man's love history is self-evident, and even adults understand it, let alone an experienced high-ranking person like Nishizawa.

There is a sense of shame of being exposed.

Permeated in the heart.

Song Mi knew that this was wrong, so he subconsciously denied it, laughing and saying, "I'm not particularly curious, I just asked casually."

Afraid that Tan Xize would insist on this point, Song Mi wisely changed the subject and asked him something else: "Mr. Tan, I read in the report that you studied in England."

Talk about Xize and say yes.

Afraid of being discovered that her purpose of changing the subject was too obvious, she could only continue the conversation: "Then your English must be very good, right?"

"good."

Tan Nishizawa's face was still tired, but he still chatted with her, and even teased her, "I can barely recognize the twenty-six letters."

In front of him, Song Mi's smile was surprisingly low. If he said something interesting, she would cheer him up and smile sweetly.

In the words of Nishizawa, it is——

Not funny at all.

Tan Xize glanced at her sideways and laughed for no reason, his eyes as bright as obsidian: "The little girl really doesn't take teasing."

Song Mi stopped laughing and became interested in the topic of his English. He said in a brisk tone: "Mr. Tan, can you speak a few words in English to me?"

When it comes to Nishizawa, he doesn't always respond to requests. The way he looks at her now is like looking at a child who is clamoring to buy a toy.

And he didn't buy it for her.

He smiled and said: "There will always be a chance to hear it in the future."

Song Mi had the courage to contradict him: "Stingy guy."

She said it with curled lips.

Tan Xize was not angry, and the smile in his eyes was very light. He raised his hand to rest his chin on his finger and looked at her: "There must be a sense of freshness between people."

Freshness.

Song Mi chewed on the word.

Then she felt that talking about Caesar was too new for her.

She knew very little about him.

All I know is that he was very rich, so rich that ordinary people had to start saving money since the beginning of the world.

Don't know anything about the rest.

Thinking about it this way, talking about Xize is full of mystery to her. The more mysterious it is, the more people want to know about it.

This is a bad sign.

She understands very well.

-

Song Mi was afraid that Tan Xi Ze's car would attract too much attention when it drove to the entrance of the company, so she asked to park at a street intersection not far from the company while she walked over.

When the car stopped and Song Mi was about to get out of the car, Tan Xize stopped her and said, "We have seven days off during the National Day holiday. Come with me on a business trip."

Song Mi had no reason to refuse. The contract was clearly written in black and white. She nodded obediently and agreed without thinking.

Her meek attitude was very useful to Tan Xize. He smiled at her and said a few more words: "You don't need to pack too much luggage. I will have someone pick you up when the time comes."
To be continued...