On this night, Song Mi had a dream. The dream was all about Xi Ze, and the atmosphere was so ambiguous that it made people blush and their hearts beat.

The picture is somewhat inappropriate for children.

She is much bolder in the dream than in reality.

In reality, she didn't even dare to say a word about her love, but in her dream, she dared to put her arms around Xize's neck and act coquettishly, enjoying the helpless and doting smile on his face.

She vaguely remembered every detail in the dream. She was held in his arms, smelled the light fragrance in his arms, and asked in an almost rogue tone: "If it doesn't smell of citrus and jasmine, what is it?"

"

Tan Xize's warm breath fell by her ears, and her thin lips brushed coolly. He whispered to her slowly and hoarsely: "It's bergamot and guli incense."

At the end of the dream, there is the smell of bergamot and guli incense.

I can still smell it when I wake up.

Song Mi opened her eyes in a daze, feeling extremely lazy after a sweet sleep. She was soft and soft. She was lying on her side. After rubbing her eyes, she saw the table in front of her, where there was a book about Xi Ze.

computer.

etc……

This is Nishizawa’s room!

Song Mi sat up from the bed, glanced around the room, and caught a glimpse of the black suitcase in the corner.

That was also about Caesar.

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Help! Life! Ah!!!

With messy short hair, Song Mi quickly pushed aside the quilt and got out of bed, stepping on a pair of soft hotel slippers that belonged to women.

Without thinking much, she stepped in and hurriedly found Nishizawa in the room.

No, she really slept in Xi Ze’s room last night?

When?

It seems like I fell asleep while watching a silent movie...

Talk about why Xize didn't wake her up, and how she got to his bed... Couldn't she have crawled up by herself while sleeping, right?

That's too weird.

After an analysis, Song Mi concluded that it was Tan Xize who carried her to bed.

Wow wow wow so shy.

It's just that despite being shy, people can't help but think about it again and again, and their hearts are swaying.

After searching around the huge presidential suite, they all found Tan Xize. It seemed that he was not in the room now.

Then she found a key card on the bedside table.

That's the key card for her room.

When Song Mi returned to his room next door, the first thing he did was to look for his cell phone. The cell phone that had not been touched all night had automatically turned off.

Pull out the data cable to charge the phone and wait for it to turn on.

After turning on the phone, Song Mi took a look at the time at the top. It was almost eleven o'clock. Why did she sleep for so long?

After scratching her hair anxiously, Song Mi sat on the edge of the bed holding her cell phone and sending a WeChat message to Tan Xize, choosing her words with extra caution.

[Mr. Tan, I just woke up...where are you?]

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I didn't fall asleep on purpose last night. 】

【Sorry tvt】

Ten minutes later, Tan Xize replied to her: [I am inspecting work in the branch and will not come back until this afternoon. Please stay in the hotel and wait for me.]

Song Mi replied with an OK emoticon, and then looked at the message he replied in a daze, wondering why he didn't mention a word about her falling asleep in his room last night.

Could it be that he came back to question her personally?

Thinking about this makes me even more uneasy.

So at twelve o'clock, the room service brought lunch, which was the same exquisite dishes as last night, but she ate it without any taste.

After just a few bites, I couldn't eat anymore.

the other side.

In the private room of a high-end restaurant, Tan Xize was sitting at the head table, facing a group of branch executives with low interest. They were drinking, and Tan Xize drank tea. There was no such thing as a wine table culture in front of him, and he didn't want to drink.

, then no one can force it.

During the dinner, everyone in the audience laughed and laughed, but they were a little distracted when talking about Xize.

He was thinking about the scene last night.

Last night, Song Mi fell asleep on the sofa in his room. He walked over and wanted to carry her to the bed. He leaned down and stretched out his hand as gently and gently as possible, for fear of disturbing her.

That moment of peace.

The little girl's waist is slender and soft, and it is too full to be held in one's hands. When her arms are held up, she has the illusion of being forbidden.

He easily wrapped an arm around her.

As soon as he lifted her up and lifted her off the ground, he heard her mumbling something. She must have been dreaming. It sounded like confused gibbering, with words broken into sentences, and he couldn't make out what she meant.

The distance from the sofa to the bed was about ten meters, and the room was really too big. He carried her to the bed, slowly bent down, and put her gently on the bed.

Just when he was about to pull away, the little girl's hands grabbed his neck without warning.

As a result, his body, which had just been raised a few points, was instantly pulled down by her.

He lay straight down towards her.

The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react. When he came to his senses, one of his hands was still around her waist, and the other hand was forced to steady his balance and rest on one side of her ear and finger.

It's her soft and fragrant hair.

The two of them were facing each other, only a few centimeters apart.

If you get closer, you can kiss me.

Each other's breaths are gradually blending together, like water and fire crossing each other.

He couldn't remember how long his eyes stayed on her lips at that time, and what kind of struggle he had in his thoughts. He only knew that she murmured something in her sleep while she was sleeping, and her tone was extremely coquettish, with a hint of coquettishness.

There is a little playful questioning inside.

"If it doesn't smell like citrus and jasmine, what is it?"

He laughed hoarsely, and the hand on her waist couldn't help but tighten a little. Then, his lips came to her ear, and he answered her slowly and word by word in a soft and hoarse voice:

"It's bergamot and mulberry."

"..."

She didn't respond again. She didn't know what was in her dream, but she had a smile on her face.

He looked at it for a while and laughed too.

The shadows of the two people crossing their necks were illuminated by the light, and their outlines were ambiguous and blurred, as if they were cut out.

"Mr. Tan, I booked a restaurant tonight that has pretty good local specialties. I wonder if Mr. Tan would be willing to have another dinner together?" Someone asked at this time.

Tan Xize's thoughts were interrupted, he smiled and shook his head: "I have something to do tonight."

Say too much about the inconvenience.

The cell phone rang.

Tan Xize picked up his cell phone and left the table, going to the corridor outside the private room to answer the call. The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with ink and blue wallpapers, and Chinese-style black wood lanterns were hung, creating an antique atmosphere.

The call was from my father Tan Yi.

This is very rare.

Generally speaking, Tan Yi would not call him unless it was something extremely important. He didn't have much desire to explore, and he only picked up the phone out of respect.

"Hello, father."

There was a pause and then he got straight to the point, "Xianzhou, your eldest brother wants to see you."

Tan Xize's eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and briefly, his tone was calm to the point of indifference: "I'm on a business trip, so I'm not free."

"Where are you on a business trip?"

"His."

Tan Yi asked with almost puzzled anger: "Didn't you just go to Haisi on a business trip two months ago? All the partners there had already been negotiated last time, and the parallax work

This time has been completed. What are you going to do again this time?"

Although Mr. Tan has now retired from the scene, the official affairs of the group have not been left behind. It is self-evident how many informants are around Nishizawa.

Tan Xize did not answer any of the questions, but said calmly: "If you have anything else, wait until I get back." After saying that, he directly hung up the phone.
To be continued...