Toilet.

Song Mi waited for Tan Xize to come out after washing her hands. She stood in front of the bright and spacious mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, while the conversation between He Tan and Xize kept echoing in her ears.

——"Follow me."

——"Where to go?"

——"Come to me."

In the rushing water, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat, one of which was beating particularly hard.

strangeness.

Why do you think of this conversation for no reason?

Song Mi removed his hand from the water and was lost for a moment. The sensor faucet immediately stopped dispensing water.

She then thought about the contract she had just signed with Tan Xize with her thumbprints. Did the current situation already apply to him?

It should be...forget it, right?

Thinking of this, Song Mi was really nervous beyond words.

After coming out of the bathroom and returning to the living room, Song Mi found that Zhou Lang and Lawyer Liu had packed their things and were about to leave.

She also hurried over, picked up her bag from the sofa, and wanted to leave with them.

Tan Xize was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone. He noticed her movements from the corner of his eye and called her.

"Song Mi."

"ah?"

Song Mi put the bag on his shoulder and looked over, "What's the matter, Mr. Tan?"

Talking about Xize: "You stay and eat before leaving."

Is there such a good thing?

He also left her to have lunch.

Song Mi had no reason to refuse. He took off his bag and put it on the sofa. He nodded obediently and said yes.

The other side.

Zhou Lang and Liu Wei stood together, looking at each other.

The eyes are communicating wildly.

Tan Xize Leng threw the following words: "You still won't leave?"

"..."

"Waiting for me to keep you for dinner?"

Zhou Lang immediately smiled and said: "How can we not, let's leave now, right, Lawyer Liu, let's leave now!"

Liu Wei responded: "Ah, yes, yes, yes."

The two of them left almost in despair.

All the way out of the villa and outside, Liu Wei's hanging heart finally calmed down, and he dared to speak his mind: "Assistant Zhou, I thought the president would let us have dinner just now."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Lang poured a basin of cold water over him, "I have been with Mr. Tan for more than two years, and I have never had a meal at Mr. Tan's house."

Liu Wei clicked his tongue: "Then it seems that you, Assistant Zhou, are not doing very well."

Zhou Lang: "?"

The two went further and further on the road of stabbing each other.

Zhou Lang: "What do you mean, if I'm not doing well, you'll be fine if you're doing well?"

Liu Wei: "To be honest, you have been with Mr. Tan for two years and have never had a meal at Mr. Tan's house. Looking at Ms. Song, I heard you said that we have only known each other for less than a month, right? She can still be with Mr. Tan.

Let’s have dinner at home.”

Zhou Lang: "Weren't you also left to eat?"

Liu Wei: "Indeed, but Mr. Tan's food should be delicious."

"..."

Aunt Zhao's cooking skills are really good. She makes four dishes and one soup, all of which are home-cooked dishes, and they are full of color, flavor and flavor.

Arrange the dishes and serve them.

Then greet the two people in the living room to eat.

Come to the dining room.

Tan Xize noticed that the dishes were placed on the long table, so he said, "Aunt Zhao, transfer the dishes to the small table."

Aunt Zhao: "Okay."

The last time Song Mi came to his house to deliver medicine, he had dinner on the small red table.

The two sat facing each other.

This time, it's the same.

Song Mi was inevitably a little nervous like last time, sitting at such a small table with the big boss and eating face to face.

This made her a little nervous.

Tan Xize noticed her discomfort, rested his chopsticks and said, "Relax, there may be a lot of time like this in the future."

Song Mi bit the end of his chopsticks and raised his head: "Huh?"

"It can be understood as part of the contract." He said, "If I want to have dinner with you, you have to come over at any time."

"..."

Song Mi nodded, seeming to understand.

She didn't think the big boss would often want to have dinner with her.

She discovered that when Nishizawa was eating, he liked to roll up his sleeves and slowly fold them into two layers.

Exposing the beautiful wrist bones.

A red rope around the wrist.

Corn braiding.

Maybe it was worn for too long, and the red color gave off an old-fashioned look that was hard to get rid of.

Song Mi raised the topic: "I also knitted this kind of red rope when I was a kid."

Tan Xize's eyes narrowed slightly, but his face was still uncertain and indifferent.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Song Mi said, "At that time, all the girls in the class loved to make up this kind of thing. They would secretly make it up during class. Some of them were so good that they could make up several pieces a day."

"..."

Tan Xize put down his chopsticks, picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip. His expression became a little unclear. He raised his eyes to look at her and asked softly: "What about you, have you made up a lot?"

Song Mi shook his head and thought back to that time: "Not really. My hands are rather clumsy, and I am the slowest in knitting in the class. It takes a long time to knit one piece."

Tan Xize nodded thoughtfully. He didn't know what he thought of, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

But he said nothing more.

After eating, Song Mi sat in the living room for a while and drank a cup of tea. When she saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, she got up and put on her bag.

"Mr. Tan, I will go back first."

Tan Xize stood up and said, "I'll see you off."

How could it be embarrassing to treat the big boss as the driver every time he came? Song Mi immediately refused decisively: "No, I'll just go out and take the bus."

Talking about Xize, he said calmly: "I told you last time, how many kilometers are there from my home to the gate of the community."

The walk takes at least half an hour.

Song Mi: "..."

She choked and then said, "Then take me to the gate."

He didn't say yes or no to Xize, he just took the car keys from Aunt Zhao and walked straight out.

Song Mi touched his nose and followed him.

Today it is still the eye-catching double-door Bentley Brooklyn with serial numbers.

It smells like money in the sun.

Tan Xize was waiting for her in the car.

Song Mi quickly stepped forward, opened the passenger door and got in.

The car windows are closed tightly, forming a closed space.
To be continued...