Chapter 36(1/2)
Perhaps the light in his location was too dim and unclear, which made Song Mi unable to clearly see his expression when he said these words, but she could clearly feel her heart moving upwards.
Move it to the position of your throat, and then drop it with a thud.
She has almost lost the ability to think. It's not that she can't think, but she doesn't dare to think, because anyone who listens to the general conversation will find it very ambiguous.
Go to him?
What does this mean?
Song Mi's heart was pounding, and her face showed tension. She stuttered and asked: "Tan, Mr. Tan, what are you talking about..."
It’s easy to get people thinking wrongly.
Of course, she didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Nor dare.
Tan Xi Ze moved his finger that was on the armrest, tapped it lightly, laughed very softly, and asked in a rhetorical tone: "Didn't you keep shouting that you wanted to be a shield for me?"
"..."
oh.
It turns out to be this.
Song Mi's face felt hot, and he wanted to slap himself, and muttered: "I almost thought wrong..."
In the darkness, Tan Xize's eyes were also filled with darkness, and he was looking at Song Mi at the bottom of the stairs for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
Song Mi's face became even hotter when asked.
If she spoke out, she would be beaten to death. For a moment, she actually felt that the big boss was interested in her...
It’s so funny, I can’t believe that a few dishes can make her drink like this.
After ridiculing himself thousands of times in his heart, Song Mi could only smile awkwardly and said: "It's okay, haha."
Talking about Xize: "..."
He looked at her deeply and repeated: "Follow me."
"Oh, okay." Song Mi responded and hurriedly followed up.
After arriving in the living room, Song Mi found that besides Aunt Zhao, Zhou Lang was also there, and there was a man she didn't recognize next to Zhou Lang.
Good guy, do you go to the leader's house on weekends without rest?
Song Mi smiled and waved to Zhou Lang to say hello: "Hi, Assistant Zhou."
Zhou Lang nodded and responded: "Miss Song."
Song Mi walked over and asked, "What a coincidence, why are you also talking about the boss? Do you have a job?"
Zhou Lang: "Well, some work matters."
"It's so hard, I don't even have a break on weekends."
"It should."
Seeing that the two of them were about to chat in full swing, Tan Xi Ze, who was originally on the other side of the coffee table, walked directly around the coffee table, walked diagonally between the two of them, got stuck in the middle, and bent down to pick up the cigarette case on the coffee table.
.
The conversation between the two was interrupted.
But it doesn't matter, Zhou Lang took a step aside, tilted his head and continued chatting with Song Mi: "Miss Song, when did you come, have you eaten?"
"Breakfast is served."
Song Mi also moved a step aside to avoid Tan Xize, "What about you?"
"I only had breakfast. I'll eat after I'm done here."
"Me too."
Tan Xize was stuck in the middle: "..."
Aunt Zhao shook her head helplessly at the side, why is this young man Zhou Lang so weak...
It is estimated that I have never been in love in my life.
Taking the cigarette case and matchbox, Tan Xize straightened up, turned his face, and looked at Zhou Lang with cold eyes: "I asked you to come here to chat?"
"..."
Zhou Lang shivered all over.
When he was chatting with senior executives, Mr. Tan was also there, but he never mentioned him...
Zhou Lang immediately admitted his mistake with a good attitude: "Let's stop talking about the boss."
Tan Xize withdrew his gaze, sat down in front of the sofa, opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lowered his head and took it with his lips.
Then he took out a match and lit it.
No matter how many times Song Mi watched it, she always felt that the old-fashioned way of lighting a cigarette with a match was really pleasing to the eye. His movements were so elegant and chic that people couldn't bear to look away.
Tan Xize took off the cigarette that started to burn between his lips, slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, lazily leaned into the sofa, and his eyes fell on Song Mi through the layer of eyes, calm and straight.
"Let's talk about the shield."
Success or failure lies in this time.
Song Mi was very nervous. If she failed, the high debt would one day suffocate her.
She choked for a moment and said: "Mr. Tan, if you are willing to use me, I guarantee that when I am here, there will never be any situation where the opposite sex harasses you. I will do my duty and play the role of a shield!"
"..."
The hazy smoke blurred the man's delicate and handsome facial features.
His vision also became dim and unclear.
But Song Mi knew that he was looking at him, looking at him intently.
It's really nerve-wracking...
To be honest, I have never been so nervous about the college entrance examination.
Song Mi felt like he was suffocating...
The atmosphere is really tense.
But it is very exciting, and I am looking forward to how Tan Xize will answer.
It is a woman's nature to love gossip, regardless of age, so Aunt Zhao silently approached the coffee table with a feather duster, dusted off the dust absentmindedly, and listened to the conversation attentively.
While Tan Xize was vomiting, he slowly narrowed his eyes and spoke meaningfully: "Just being a shield is not enough."
Song Mi was startled.
Two seconds later, she asked nonchalantly: "What else should I do?"
I want to be my girlfriend!!!
An aunt's smile appeared on Aunt Zhao's face, her lips almost grinned to her ears, she couldn't hide her joy.
I didn’t expect that even at my age, I still like to watch the little things of young people.
Tan Xize said: "Put it another way."
"..."
"Just being a shield may not be enough."
From Song Mi's point of view, this is an opportunity, and she must try her best to fight for it.
But some things still need to be discussed in advance.
"Mr. Tan, as long as it's not illegal, I can do it, even if it means selling my soul." Song Miyan said firmly.
"..."
For Song Mi, her soul has long been oppressed by life and has been huddled in a corner. All she can see is money, and she can't think about anything else.
Goethe said that even if you have to sell your soul, you have to find someone who can pay the price.
Tan Xize is the one who can afford the price.
Before Tan Xize could open his mouth, Song Mi didn't know where he was getting it right, so he kept adding in his words in a nonchalant manner.
"Oh, selling out is not okay."
Talking about Xize: "..."
Others: "..."
"Betrayal?" Tan Xize almost laughed when he heard it, "Who do you think I am?"
Song Mi knew he had made a mistake, so he opened his mouth and paused before saying, "No, I'm talking nonsense."
"..."
To be continued...