Regarding the question that Song Mi asked, Tan Xize didn't seem to be surprised at all, at least there was no trace of surprise on his face.

It was as if he expected that she would ask him, and he felt like he was in control.

Tan Xize looked at her leisurely, his dark eyes melted into the night ocean, and there was a piece of cool moonlight.

"What do you think I like?"

Song Mi didn't dare to be too courageous, so he immediately used a joke in an attempt to get through: "I didn't know, haha, I just asked casually."

"..."

"I just want to see what Mr. Tan's standards are for choosing a mate."

Tan Xize laughed along with her, his eyes unclear, and it was difficult to guess the meaning of his tone: "Just asking?"

Song Mi only felt that Xiao Jiujiu in his heart would be seen through in the next second.

My heart is inevitably flustered.

She choked and her throat became tight, but she still said bravely: "Yes, just ask casually."

Tan Xize never took his eyes away from her face. After a few seconds of pause, he did not continue the topic, but asked her: "Are you hungry?"

On the plane, the first-class food was much better, but she was confused and didn't eat much.

I'm really hungry now.

Song Mi nodded obediently and said yes.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Anything is fine."

Tan Xize put one hand in his trouser pocket, turned around and walked out of the room. When he passed her, he said, "Then you come to my room later and I'll ask the room service to bring it up. Let's eat together."

Song Mi said, "Okay."

When he left the room, Song Mi finally realized what he had just said.

Go to his room?

Thinking of this, Song Mi's face felt hot and she felt very embarrassed.

I want to be alone with him again.

It was obvious that the original intention of signing the contract with him was extremely superficial, just for money.

When did she start to feel that money was not enough?

After being dazed for a while, Song Mi looked around the room and his eyes fell on the computer next to the sofa.

She had to find something to do to divert her attention.

Song Mi sat down in front of the computer, opened it, and logged in to her mailbox. There were many manuscripts from authors in her mailbox. She found one of the manuscripts that was being edited recently and started reviewing it.

It's a little hard to concentrate.

Half an hour passed and she had only read one page. At her usual speed, she could read at least five pages in this time.

Men will only affect the efficiency of her work.

The phone on the table vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from him.

[Response to all requests]: Come here, the meal is here.

It's a good idea for Song Mi to go back to the past.

Standing up from the computer, Song Mi took a long breath and pressed his chest with his hand, as if this would make the heart in the body cavity beat slower.

No, you have to be calm and have a pure mind and few desires.

After arriving at the door of the next room, Song Mi hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door three times.

The sound insulation effect is very good, you can't hear any footsteps inside.

So the door suddenly opened two minutes later.

As soon as the door opened, a man in a black bathrobe appeared in front of him. He must have just taken a shower, and his hair had not been completely dried. It looked slightly moist, with a few strands hanging on his forehead, making him look very handsome.

Lazy.

Moreover, his bathrobe was not particularly neatly worn, and his chest was slightly spread out, faintly exposing the right amount of chest muscles underneath.

The skin color there was no different from his face, both were cold white.

Song Mi warned himself to be reticent a second ago, but he saw a ghost in an instant.

She just felt like her brain was getting hot.

Oh my god.

How could anyone witness such a beautiful scene?

Is this considered a beautiful man taking a bath?

Under his gaze, Song Mi quickly looked away from his chest, swallowed, and raised her eyes to look at him.

Tan Xize had a towel draped over his shoulders. He used the towel to wipe his hair repeatedly and turned sideways to make way for her.

"Come in."

I will have dinner with him alone in a room soon.

Song Mi became even more nervous.

She felt that her back was a little tight and her steps seemed stiff and slow.

Tan Xize watched her move into the room little by little. He felt funny and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

Of course Song Mi could only say that it was okay.

Could it be that she wanted to say, Mr. Tan, I am a little obsessed with you now?

Tan Xize closed the door and followed her inside, his eyes involuntarily falling behind her ears and staring at a cinnabar mole there.

Song Mi suddenly stopped, and he followed suit.

Half a meter behind her.

Song Mi looked at the scene in front of him as if he was in a dream. The two rows of tall candlesticks on the dining table were blazing, the silver tableware was shining, and the tall red wine glass was light and translucent, with one third of it filled.

What's more, there are no lights on in the room, and the light in the room only relies on the light of these candles.

The atmosphere is extremely romantic.

Tan Xize's voice suddenly sounded behind her, saying gently: "You don't mind, do you?"

"What do you mind?"

She turned her head and met his eyes, with confusion on her face.

Tan Xize smiled and said, "I'll have dinner with you dressed like this."

He is wearing a bathrobe.

Before she could speak, he added: "In private, I am used to being casual."

Song Mi savored his words carefully. When he said that in private... did he mean that he didn't treat her as an outsider?

It's really hard not to think about it too much.

She hesitated for a second and said, "I don't mind."

Tan Xize raised his chin towards her and smiled lightly: "It's okay if you don't mind. Sit down."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out the chair for her.

The ultimate gentleman.

Song Mi uneasily smoothed the clothes on his back, and when he sat down, he asked in a low voice: "...Why is it a candlelight dinner?"

"Not sure."

Tan Xize's tone was calm and natural, as if he really didn't know anything about it: "I was in the bathroom when the food was delivered. It must have been arranged by the hotel staff without permission."

When she first met Tan Xi Ze, Song Mi was really kind. No matter what he said, she believed it, and she didn't think deeply about how the staff would dare to do whatever he wanted without giving personal instructions to a person like Tan Xi Ze.

Make your own decision.

This night was a Western meal, and the table was full of expensive ingredients. The appetizers were high-quality Bocuse d'Or with foie gras oil and truffle sauce. Every sip of red wine she drank was worth hundreds.

A month ago, these were things she wouldn't have dared to think about.

After Tan Xize signed a contract with her, he took her into another life.

Life is completely different from before.

Now, she is no longer worried about her family's debt, but is sitting in a five-star sea view suite, having dinner with a handsome man, with the moonlight and sea outside the window.

Tan Xize still didn't eat much. After the first course, he drank a few mouthfuls of seafood soup, a few mouthfuls of salad, and a small portion of steak. Then he put down the tableware and sat across from him quietly watching Song Mi eat.

Song Mi swallowed a mouthful of food, raised her head to meet his gaze, and asked, "Mr. Tan, I noticed that you eat very little."
To be continued...