Song Mi turned around following the sound and saw the man standing directly behind him, it was none other than Tan Xize.

The man had deep eyebrows and no expression on his face.

Tan Xize stood under the first step, slightly taller than her. The fingers holding the handle of the umbrella were slender and clear. He raised the umbrella above their heads and took a look at the bag of medicine held in Song Mi's hand.

: "Is everything okay?"

Song Mi hummed softly.

Tan Wenzhou's hand when he handed over the umbrella was still hanging in the air.

It's quite embarrassing.

The atmosphere became strange for no reason, a strangeness that Song Mi couldn't describe.

She always felt something was wrong.

Noticing that Mr. Wen was still handing him an umbrella, Song Mi had to decline politely: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, but no, it's mine..."

She was stuck, and for a moment she didn’t know how to introduce Tan Xize.

Tan Wenzhou took back his hand, the cold eyes under the lenses became a little unclear, and he just waited quietly for Song Mi's introduction.

He wanted to hear what the relationship between the two was.

After being stuck for a while, Song Mi smiled and said: "My boss is here to pick me up."

It always feels weird to say it.

The boss came to pick her up?

Sure enough, Mr. Wen also wanted to laugh after hearing this. He pushed up his glasses with his fingers and smiled inexplicably: "It's really weird. There is a boss in the world who comes to pick up employees."

"..."

Tan Xize didn't seem to want to stay too long, nor did he look at Tan Wenzhou in the wheelchair. He kept his eyes on Song Mi's face and said lightly, "Let's go."

Song Mi was about to leave when he heard the man in the wheelchair smile weakly: "...Miss Song is so lucky to have Mr. Tan of Yingda Group condescend to come and pick her up in person. This is not a blessing that ordinary people have."

Song Mi didn't notice anything unusual in his words. After being stunned for a moment, he turned around and asked, "Do you know Mr. Tan?"

The man was still laughing: "Why don't you know him? The famous CEO Tan Da, a rising star in the business world, everyone in the circle must be respectful when they meet him, so I say you are lucky."

"..."

Perhaps between the two brothers, one was too indifferent and the other was too good at pretending. As a bystander, Song Mi was the one who was kept in the dark.

After listening to the words, Song Mi didn't see any clues. He just thought it was a compliment to Xi Ze, so he followed the words with a smile and said: "That's natural, we are always very good at talking."

Tan Wenzhou laughed: "That's right, it's amazing."

With an expressionless expression on his face, Tan Xize reached for the bag of medicine in Song Mi's hand and reminded, "Let's go."

He didn't even have the slightest intention of talking to Tan Wenzhou.

Song Mi said goodbye politely: "Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

Tan Wenzhou gave a slight nod, his smile was somewhat unclear, and his words were also very ambiguous. He said, "We should meet again."

"..."

The black Bentley was parked under a plane tree on the roadside.

The two of them came out of the hospital, talking about Xize with a cold face and not saying a word. This made Song Mi, who was walking with him under the umbrella, quite insular.

After holding it in for a while, Song Mi asked cautiously: "Mr. Tan, are you in a bad mood?"

Just as he arrived at the car, Tan Xize took out the car keys, unlocked the Bentley, opened the passenger door, and said calmly: "Let's get in the car first."

Song Mi could only say "oh" and bend down to get in the car.

After getting in the car, Song Mi put her bag on her lap. When she looked up and saw Tan Xize walking around the front of the car holding an umbrella, she realized that he was actually driving the car today.

Tan Xize closed the umbrella and got into the car, put the car in the bag under the door guard, closed the door, and heard Song Mi ask her: "Mr. Tan, where is Assistant Zhou, isn't he with you?"

He said calmly: "The company still has some things that he needs to deal with."

"All right."

With a soft engine sound, the Bentley started and slowly drove onto the main road.

The man remained silent.

Song Mi felt uneasy. She always felt that Tan Xize was in a bad mood. She glanced at him secretly several times and found that he was looking ahead, as if he was concentrating on driving.

In fact, the car was already filled with a low pressure.

The man held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped his index finger repeatedly, perhaps thinking about a problem or perhaps feeling upset.

The specific reason is unknown.

After a while, Tan Xize was finally willing to speak out: "How do you know me?"

"ah?"

Song Mi didn't react at all, "Who do you know?"

Talk about Nishizawa concisely and concisely: "The man in the wheelchair at the entrance of the hospital."

Just thinking about the secretive smile on Tan Wenzhou's face when talking to Song Mi made him feel uncomfortable everywhere in his body and made him panic.

After being reminded, Song Mi suddenly realized and said, "The Mr. Wen you mentioned was the one I met in the hospital this morning. When I was looking for the doctor to read the report after my gastroscopy, I met him at the door of the doctor's office."

After listening, a mocking smile appeared on Tan Xize's lips, and after a while he said coldly: "Stay away from that person."

Song Mi was startled when he heard this.

From what Mr. Tan meant, he should know Mr. Wen? She was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Tan?"

When talking about Caesar, he seemed unwilling to talk in depth, and only said: "Just stay away from him."

Song Mi didn't ask any more questions. She trusted him unconditionally and just nodded and said yes. Even if he didn't say any reason, she was willing to do what he said.

The carriage fell into silence again.

Tan Xize kept replaying the conversation at the hospital entrance in his mind several times. He thought of Song Mi calling Tan Wen Zhou twice Mr. Wen. Thinking of this, he just wanted to laugh, Mr. Wen?

Even the surname is not willing to be confessed, which shows what his intentions are.

For his eldest brother, he was like a centipede that could not stand still. Even if his body could not hold on for much longer, he still had to think of some way to attack him.

Forty minutes later, the Bentley drove slowly onto Zhouque Road and parked steadily outside Song Mi's duplex.

The passenger door was locked, Song Mi couldn't open it, and Tan Xize didn't make any move, as if he wasn't ready to let her get out of the car.

In this case, Song Mi sat obediently and didn't move.

Tan Xize picked up the medicine bag on the armrest box, put it in Song Mi's hand, and said, "Go back and take your medicine and rest for a few days. You don't have to go to the company this week."

Song Mi hesitated: "But I still have to go to work..."

Tan Xize smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've asked for leave for you."

Song Mi was surprised: "Have you asked for leave? How could you grant me leave so easily..."

The entire editorial department knows that Qiu Dan is the most difficult person to ask for leave. If she hadn't signed the book "Stealing the Moon" last time, the editor would not have easily approved her leave.

Tan Xi Ze put one hand on the steering wheel, turned to look at her, and said with a smile: "If I don't have the power to approve a fake job for a small employee, I should give up my position."

"..."

Song Mi was in shock. Mr. Tan personally asked for leave for her?

Not really.

She choked and asked cautiously: "Mr. Tan, are you asking for leave for me in your name?"

The female colleagues must have exploded.

Talking about Xize: "That's not true. I asked Zhou Lang to call and inform him."

Song Mi took a long breath of relief and muttered: "That's good."

She never expected that even if it was Zhou Lang who called, there would still be trouble waiting for her behind.

Tan Xize unlocked the passenger door, raised his chin towards her and said, "Go ahead."

Song Mi opened the door and got out of the car.

The rain has stopped, and went away as quickly as it came, leaving only a wet glimmer of water on the ground.

At this time, grandma was alone at home. When she heard Song Mi opening the door, grandma hurriedly came down from the room on the second floor. When she saw her, she hurriedly asked: "Girl Mi, why didn't you come home last night? Call me."

I was worried for a while, and I asked your father to call and ask, but he refused and just said it was fine!"

Last night, Song Mi sent a WeChat message to her father, saying that she had a stomach problem and needed to be hospitalized for a day and would not go home. However, there was no need to tell grandma about this, as she was afraid that the old man would have to go to the hospital, which would be very frustrating.

Song Mi took her grandma's hand affectionately and said, "It's okay." Then she thought of something, "By the way, grandma, do you know where to put the casserole for boiling Chinese medicine?"

Only then did grandma notice the medicine in her hand: "I know, it's in the cabinet under the kitchen bench. Is this the medicine you want to take?"

"It's a minor stomach problem. The doctor said to take Chinese medicine for a few days and just pay more attention in the future." Song Mi said as he walked to the kitchen, "I'm going to boil the medicine now."

"..."
To be continued...