Song Mi regretted in her heart that it was all because of her bad words that she had to call the sponsor dad, but she felt that this man did not look like the type who would be petty and care about her.

Forget it, for the sake of money, just have a good attitude and admit your mistake first.

Song Mi stepped forward slightly, holding the edge of the car roof with both hands, placing his chin on the back of the touching hands, staring directly at Tan Xize opposite with a pair of clever deer eyes.

The helpless look looks funny and pitiful.

There is a strong element of coquettishness.

As soon as she spoke, the dark water marks on her face moved, and her tone was soft: "Mr. Xian, I'm sorry, you don't have the same experience as me."

After saying that, he blinked his eyes coquettishly.

Talking about Xize, his expression remained unchanged. The moonlight shone down and cast a cold color on his face, which made him look particularly inhumane and alienated.

He didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

It gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

Song Mi felt uneasy, swallowed, and muttered in a very low voice: "I'm angry because I'm angry, but you still have to pay me the money... I don't want to default on my debt..."

The street was quiet, and there was no wind to disturb her. Naturally, she could hear Xi Ze clearly. He looked away from her face, lowered his eyes, and took out his wallet from the lining of his suit.

Pay! Money! Bag!!

Song Mi's eyes shone directly, and the pitiful look on her face disappeared instantly. She withdrew her hand from the edge of the car roof, moved her feet, and quickly ran around the front of the car towards the man.

When Song Mi ran to the middle of the front of the car, she heard the man say one word coldly.

"stop."

The footsteps clicked to a stop, Song Mi froze in place, and his tone was somewhat awkward: "What, what's wrong?"

Tan Xize opened his black wallet without raising his eyelids, and his tone was cold and lazy: "Just stand there and talk."

Song Mi: "..."

What, is there any virus on her body?

As soon as she finished her slander, Song Mi remembered that the woman told her in the car that Mr. Xian had mysophobia.

It seems to be quite serious, and I can't even talk even if I get close.

None of these were important. What was important was the money. Song Mi stared directly at the movements of the man's hands, the expression on his face was full of expectation.

How many will there be?

There should be a thick wad of banknotes taken out, right?

Just like the male protagonists of those wealthy novels she had read when reviewing manuscripts, they were extremely generous and extravagant when giving money, and casually threw a few stacks of new hundred-dollar bills in people's faces.

Please treat her like this, she can bear it.

When she thought that she would get a thick sum of RMB immediately, Song Mi couldn't help but feel happy. Even the pain caused by Xu's cheating was temporarily covered by the magic of money, and she almost hummed a ditty.

But what she never expected was that after the man rummaged around in his wallet for a while, he took out a green... green one!

Shouldn't it be a pink hundred dollar bill?

There’s only one piece left!

Help!

By the moonlight, Song Mi could clearly see that the bill held between the man's slender fingers was a fifty-dollar bill.

Now she wanted to shout for help even more!

My throat was almost smoking from crying, why is it only fifty yuan!!!

Ahhhh——!

Song Mi suppressed a scream in her stomach, and just watched the fifty yuan being handed over to her. She was dumbfounded and did not accept it.

Tan Xize raised his eyebrows and looked over: "No?"

Why not?

Afraid of crying and not getting the fifty in the end, Song Mi quickly reached out to pick it up. Just when she was about to touch the corner of the fifty, Tan Xize's two fingers holding the money went straight down and tapped the fifty.

Above the hood.

"?"

Afraid that she would touch his hand?

I'm afraid this person is not an advanced mysophobia person.

Song Mi had no time to care, so he dropped his hand, quickly grabbed the fifty card, and held it tightly in his hand.

Fifty is money, and a mosquito's legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

Holding the money in hand, Song Mi put his hands on the hood of the engine, leaned forward with his feet and stretched his head to look at Xize's wallet, and asked pitifully.

"Mr. Xian, are you gone?"

Tan Xize turned his wrist and opened his wallet to show her. There were two pieces of one piece inside: "Do you want it?"

Just two dollars.

Song Mi nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"..."

Tan Xize took out two one-yuan notes side by side and placed them still on the hood.

Then close the wallet.

Song Mi squeezed the fifty-two yuan in his hand, turned his face and coughed twice, turned around and sniffed and said, "There is something I don't know whether to say or not."

Talking about Caesar: "Then don't talk about it."

"I still have to tell you." Song Mi felt unhappy if she didn't tell him. She stared at the man's face and asked slowly and seriously, "Did you rent this Bentley?"

At this time, there is a trend on the Internet about fake rich second generation people who rent luxury cars to pose for photos and then go around to catch girls.

Talking about Xize: "..."

The guess is outrageous enough.

Song Mi added: "That's not right. Even in the largest luxury car rental market in Ducheng, there are no consecutive license plates."

After an analysis, she came to a conclusion and said with a sudden enlightenment: "I know!"

Tan Xize put his wallet back into the lining pocket of his suit and said nothing. He could only look at her leisurely, waiting for her to tell her the reason.

"You're the driver!"

"..."

Looking at the man's calm face, Song Mi's heart beat loudly, and he asked, "Did I not say it right?"

He remained silent.

“Mr.

Tan Xize's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at the money she was holding tightly in her hand, and finally he was willing to ask: "Can you just tell me if you think it's too little?"

Does she still need to say this?

She cried so hard and even lied to people that she had AIDS, only to get fifty-two yuan?

Doesn’t he himself realize that this is very little?

Song Mi cleared her hoarse voice and said confidently: "Then let me tell you clearly, Mr. Xian, I think you should give me a little more."

"A little bit?"

He repeated the last three words and asked her: "How much is a little bit?"

Song Mi was speechless.

How much should I say...

"Tell me the number," he said.

"Let me think about it."

Tan Xize did not rush her, but turned his eyes elsewhere, towards the end of the street. There was no road there, only a white wall with long, messy black footprints kicked by naughty children.

Messy.

The black mark on the white background looks more and more like makeup that has faded away on a person's face.

Such as what's on her face now.

But she didn't notice it yet, and she kept acting coquettishly at him with a face as messy as a clown, and confidently asked him for more money.

I hope she can take a good look in the mirror when she goes back.

Song Mi really didn't know how much to say. After a while, she carefully raised her hand and spread her fingers.

"Are you going to add this much more?"

Tan Xize withdrew his thoughts and gaze, turned around and saw her gesture, and raised his eyebrows: "Five hundred thousand?"
To be continued...