The windows are bright and clean, and everything is quiet.

In such silence, Tan Xize's deep voice sounded particularly clear, and Song Mi couldn't even pretend he hadn't heard it.

Instinctively resisting in his heart, Song Mi's eyebrows drooped, with displeasure written all over his face.

Still want to torture her?

Isn't she just complaining about him?

Besides, she really didn't know he was the big boss last night.

Does he deserve this?

Song Michu didn't move at the same spot, repeatedly playing with his nails with both hands in front of him, looking down at the dark floor.

Tan Xize's hand lowered, and his fingertips touched a book of information. He looked at Song Mi outside the door expressionlessly, and his voice became slightly colder.

"I'll let you in."

"..."

Afraid of really angering Tan Xize and walking around without food, Song Mi didn't dare to be too stubborn, so she sniffed and walked into the office.

It's just that I didn't write the word "unwilling" on my forehead.

Tan Xize looked at her calmly: "Close the door."

Song Mi turned around and closed the door. He turned around and walked a few steps in before stopping. He was thousands of miles away from Tan Xize.

Continue to lower your head and pick your nails.

Tan Xize stared at Song Mi for a while, raised his eyebrows slightly, and lowered his eyes to her fingers that were licking and licking.

"How fun are your nails?"

Song Mi: "..."

I want you to take care of it.

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Tan Xize's hand came to the edge of the document, his thumb moved from bottom to top, and the paper was quickly turned.

For a moment, the office was so quiet that the only sound was the scraping and turning of paper.

Crack, crash, crash.

After going back and forth like this for a few times, he stopped talking about Xize and looked up at Song Mi casually. There was no clear emotion on his face, and he didn't take the initiative to talk to her again.

He lowered his long eyelashes again, focused all his eyes, and began to scroll through the information again and again.

Blah blah blah.

I don't know how much time passed, but the two of them were in a stalemate like this, but their status was completely different.

Song Mi felt anxious and upset, and the movements of lowering her head and twirling her fingers gradually became tangled.

On the other hand, when talking about Nishizawa, his posture was casual, as if he had no time to play and was in a stalemate with her, exuding a sense of calmness that it didn't matter if he spent half his life's patience.

Song Mi's patience gradually ran out.

Poisonous?

He asked her to come over and said nothing, just stood there.

Finally, Song Mi couldn't hold himself any longer, so he put down his clasped hands that turned red at the tips of his fingers, looked up at Tan Xize, and tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"Mr. Tan, do you have any instructions?"

Hearing the sound, Tan Xize stopped flipping the paper, raised his upper eyelids lazily, and looked at the little girl standing far away from him.

"Are you done playing with your fingers?"

Song Mi kept a straight face and repeated stiffly: "Mr. Tan, do you have any instructions?"

If not, just let me go immediately.

Tan Xize looked at her with a somewhat careful look in his eyes. After the second hand of his watch jumped five times in a row, he laughed softly.

"Are you angry now?"

Not wanting to meet his eyes, Song Mi lowered his head again, staring at the broken knee on his left side, and said in a low and soft voice: "No, how dare I."

You are the superior Mr. Tan, do I have the right to be angry?

Of course, Song Mi didn't have the guts to say the rest.

Tan Xize remained calm and asked quietly: "Then what are you upset about?"

Song Mi held back the sour grievances in her heart and didn't know how to answer this. She couldn't tell her boss about the hardships in life, right?

"No." She shook her head slowly.

After she finished speaking, Tan Xize stopped talking.

He was silent again.

Song Mi really couldn't stand this kind of mental torture, so he simply plucked up the courage, lowered his head and said angrily: "Mr. Tan, how do you want to punish me? Just finish it all in one go. There is no need to go through this trouble."

"Huh?" He answered her lazily.

Song Mi continued, minding his own business: "After all, you have many things to do every day, and your time is precious, so there is no need to waste it on a little social beast like me."

A moment of silence.

She heard Tan Xize's voice again.

"Take it."

"?"

Song Mi looked up in confusion and asked, "What to take?"

Tan Xize raised his hand and pointed at the coffee table behind Song Mi: "There."

Song Mi looked back.

There was a white paper bag on the coffee table directly behind. I didn't know what was inside, so I subconsciously asked: "...You asked me to come here, didn't you teach me a lesson?"

Tan Xize didn't say anything, and turned his eyes slightly to glance at her injured knee.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Mi also pointed to the bag: "What is it?"

Tan Xize didn't tell her directly, but raised his chin towards her and said lazily, "You'll know if you see for yourself."

"oh."

Song Mi turned around and walked to the coffee table.

She bent down and reached out, opened the white paper bag and found that inside was a dessert from a luxury dessert shop called Manle.

And a cup of hot cocoa.

"this……"

Song Mi raised his eyes in disbelief, looked at Tan Xize at the table, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Who is it for?"

Tan Xize found it funny: "Is there a third person here?"

Song Mi's mind went blank for a second, and his heart beat twice uncontrollably.

The surprise really came unexpectedly.

You asked her to come over and gave her a small cake?

Instead of asking her to target him?

Before dopamine began to be secreted, Song Mi's expression had already turned into a smile, and his deer eyes unknowingly brightened.

"Is it really for me?"

After enjoying Song Mi's Sichuan Opera Face Changing, Tan Xize nodded.

Song Mi picked up the bag and held it in his arms like a treasure. In an instant, he felt that talking about Xize became more enjoyable.

"Thank you, Mr. Tan!"

Tan Xize saw her joy in his eyes and thought of the little girl's stinky face and refusal to talk to him when she first came in.

He just wanted to laugh.

Song Mi picked up the things and wanted to leave: "Then shall I go back first?"

Tan Xize stopped her and said, "Let's eat here."

Song Mi: "Oh."

She didn't understand why she was asked to eat here, but since it was good, it didn't matter where.

Song Mi sat down on the sofa next to the coffee table.

After opening the bag, Song Mi understood why Tan Xi Ze wanted her to eat it here.

The desserts she served were different from those of her colleagues outside. The mince cake she served was limited to a daily limit, and it was much more expensive and required queuing up. She ate it often when her family was not broke.

I haven't eaten in more than two months.

If you eat this at your work station, your colleagues will think it’s unfair when they see it, right?

But why would he buy it for her?

Song Mi tore open the plastic packaging of the spoon and asked carefully: "Mr. Tan, why did you buy me a small cake?"

"I didn't buy it for you."

"?"
To be continued...