Zhou Lang held the steering wheel and drove the car steadily. Looking at the rearview mirror on the left, he discovered that a black Audi had been following behind.

That was the car of Mr. Ge of Li Sheng Real Estate, whose scandal had just been exposed in the afternoon.

He must have come to talk to Mr. Tan to beg for mercy.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Lang decided to talk to Tan Xize: "President Tan, later——"

Zhou Lang didn't say anything when he heard the man's low voice, "Shhh."

Shhh?

What's going on.

Zhou Lang subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror. It was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he was shocked.

I was so shocked that I almost came out of my body.

What did he see?

In the mirror, little girl Song Mi tilted her head and leaned on Mr. Tan's shoulder. Her black hair was slightly messy. One look at her appearance showed that she was sleeping soundly.

You must know that Mr. Tan is a person with severe mysophobia. He doesn’t want people to get too close to him even when he talks, let alone such an intimate act?

Zhou Lang's consistent understanding was shattered.

Tan Xize's face was expressionless, and he met Zhou Lang's eyes in the mirror. Zhou Lang was so frightened that he immediately looked away and kept quiet.

After a while, the Rolls-Royce drove into the old city, getting closer and closer to Song Mi's home.

Song Mi woke up at this time. He said he was awake, but he was not fully awake. He was in a dazed state.

She felt leaning against something very comfortable.

The softness and hardness are appropriate, and the height is just right.

So comfortable.

With such emotion, Song Mi couldn't help but rub his face again. Well, the smooth fabric felt like a fine-quality suit.

It also has a touch of warmth.

etc--

Suit……?

Warm...?

Song Mi was so startled that his sleepiness began to dissipate instantly. At the same time, a man's unclear question came from above his head.

"woke up?"

"..."

Song Mi:?

Hope things are not what she thinks.

She shouldn't be sleeping on the big boss as a pillow, right?

With a sense of luck, Song Mi slowly opened his eyes tremblingly, and the first thing that caught his eye was the man's slender fingers on his lap.

And she was leaning on his chest now.

...oh haha.

Isn’t this just over?

Oh my god, even if she leaned on her shoulders, why did she just lean on her chest?

Song Mi swallowed nervously and raised his head from where it was resting on the man's chest. His expression was extremely guilty.

The next second.

He met Nishizawa's deep eyes.

When their eyes met, Song Mi was almost sent away on the spot. She smiled coquettishly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, I didn't mean it."

Tan Xize lowered his long eyelashes, looked at her quietly, and curled his lower lip intriguingly.

"You slept quite soundly."

"..."

Song Mi stiffly pulled away, sat back down, and said as low as a mosquito, "Actually, you can push me away."

"Push you away?"

Tan Xize leaned back in his chair and said casually, "You keep pressing on me, how can I push you away?"

Song Mi: "..."

Help, she could imagine the scene at that time. Tan Xize must have wanted to kill her, right?

She smoothed her hair awkwardly and said, "Next time... I won't dare to do it next time."

Tan Xize sneered coldly: "Do you still want a next time?"

Song Mi quickly shook his head like a rattle: "No, there will be no next time!"

Just when she thought this matter could be turned over, Tan Xize suddenly spoke coldly.

"Look at the good things you've done."

"?"

Song Mi looked at him doubtfully, focusing on the chest where she had just leaned, and found a small ball of fabric there that was darker than the surrounding area.

I was drooling just now when I fell asleep.

"..."

Ahhhhhhhhh!

My! God! Na!

Song Mili was only a hair away from dying on the spot. This was a large social death scene.

Close your eyes and take a nap, then open your eyes to Nantianmen.

She even saw the heavenly soldiers and generals from Nantianmen waving to her...

After staring at the water stain for a long time, Song Mi's soul returned to its original position. He quickly took out a packet of paper from his bag, took out two sheets, and hurriedly wiped them on Tan Xize's suit.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Tan Xize did not refuse, and after she wiped it hard for a while, he slowly asked: "Can this be wiped clean?"

Song Mi stopped wiping and found that it was indeed not clean.

After a few seconds.

She stopped her hand and said seriously: "Mr. Tan, let me clean it for you."

Talking about Nishizawa: "Cannot be washed with water."

Can’t be washed?

Finished.

Song Mi slandered her, wouldn't she ask for compensation?

She secretly lowered her eyes and glanced at a corner of his suit. It looked very expensive.

At least six digits upwards?

Song Mi was very aware of his financial situation and spoke first: "Mr. Tan, I don't have the money to pay for your suit. Please take off your clothes and I'll send them to dry cleaning."

I don’t know how much it costs to dry clean a suit. Thinking about it makes my heart ache.

Xi Ze was silent.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at this time. Song Mi turned to look out the window and found that he had arrived at the entrance of the community. His eyes couldn't help but light up. He must have arrived in time!

Song Mi said hurriedly: "Mr. Tan, thank you for taking me home. Please give me the clothes quickly. I will leave first."

——Boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a collision from the side.

Song Mi was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat. She turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his forties lying on the car window. He was frantically knocking on the car window with his fists and his hands, still screaming.

"Mr. Tan!"

"Mr. Tan!!"

"..."

Song Mi let out a breath, put her hand on her chest and patted it twice. She thought something fell on the roof of the Rolls-Royce.

How much do you have to pay?

It turned out to be a false alarm.

She turned her head and looked at Tan Xize, who had an unmoving expression: "Mr. Tan, this uncle seems to be looking for you."
To be continued...