After hearing the Internet celebrity's words, Song Mi's eyes widened. Can a living person like her not see her?

And Tan Xize gave her a look directly, as if saying to her——

The time has come for you to do your duty.

The next moment.

Song Mi took a deep breath, stepped forward, gave the internet-famous woman a fake smile, and said, "I'm sorry, this is my boyfriend. It's not convenient for him to get to know you, so I mind."

When he said it, Song Mi felt very happy in his heart.

This is the pleasure of pretending to be a public servant!

What is unexpected is that the Internet-famous woman not only did not give up, she even frowned and questioned: "But you two really don't look like a couple."

"..."

Song Mi choked for a moment, but still asked confidently: "What's the difference? We are clearly the same."

The Internet-famous woman raised her hand casually and pointed: "Take a good look at the couples strolling on the beach now. Which pair is not holding hands? How can there be no one like you who is walking your own way and there is still a long distance between them."

It sounds quite reasonable.

But why is this so difficult?

Song Mi's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled disdainfully: "Why don't we just hold hands, haha."

Regardless of Tan Xize's current expression, Song Mi was driven by a strange desire to win. He directly stretched out a hand and grasped Tan Xize's hand hanging by his side.

Their skin touched each other, and their fingers exchanged warmth.

A strange chemical reaction began to occur.

Holding hands suddenly was very presumptuous, Song Mi directly put her hand into his palm.

Still holding it very tightly.

Just when Song Mi was about to testify against the Internet celebrity, Tan Xize suddenly took away her hand, which made Song Mi feel cold.

It's over.

He didn't want to accompany her in this play.

However, in the next moment, Tan Nishizawa's fingers came together again, and from the simple grasp at first, they became intertwined.

It was him who took the initiative and clasped her fingers.

Song Mi could feel his fingers being opened a little bit by his hand, and then he tightened them tightly.

The surprise in her eyes was even more than that of the internet-famous woman in front of her.

Seeing this battle, the Internet celebrity felt that he was asking for trouble, curled his lips and left with his cell phone.

The two of them were left where they were.

Between the sky and the sea, the sunset is about to end, and the afterglow is fading little by little.

The shadows of the two people were stretched diagonally.

The red cheeks at the base of Song Mi's ears were covered by a ray of glow. She didn't dare to raise her head, fearing that her inner thoughts would be revealed if she met his eyes.

Besides, their hands were still clasped together.

It was at this moment that the salty sea breeze brought a man's smiling voice: "Are you stupid, why can't you hold hands?"

"..."

"Your shield is not professional enough, and I am not very good at using it."

Song Mi buried his head and muttered: "I'll pay attention next time."

Tan Xize interlocked with her fingers, led her forward and said in a nonchalant tone: "Let's just lead her to the restaurant, otherwise someone else will come over."

Song Mi felt that what he said made sense, and since this was her duty, there was no reason to say no.

As the sun set on the beach, there were many tourists, all coming here to admire the fluorescent sea. She and he interlocked their fingers, walked side by side, holding hands, leaving two strings of intimate footprints on the soft sand.

For a while, the two of them were speechless, and there was a tacit silence, as if they were both enjoying the beauty of this moment.

Everyone has their own concerns but they don’t mention it.

The seafood restaurant we booked is facing the vast sea. There are several tall coconut trees next to it, with strong branches and leaves, and numerous small green coconuts that are not ripe yet hanging on them.

A large blue square parasol is held above the tables and chairs for guests to dine. Now that dusk is approaching, the small colored lights around the umbrella eaves gradually light up, highlighting Wen Xin's relaxed atmosphere.

There are also speakers playing popular songs that are popular nowadays.

The two of them were seated outside the restaurant, with a view of the sea. While they were talking about Xi Ze's order, Song Mi was in a daze listening to the background music. He asked her what she wanted to eat, and she said whatever she wanted.

After ordering the food, Tan Xi Ze thoughtfully ordered a drink for her.

When a glass of peach juice drink was delivered to Song Mi, she realized that Tan Xize actually remembered her preferences.

The last time she was in Yunshuiwan, she mentioned that she liked freshly squeezed peach juice while drinking it.

I didn't expect him to remember.

Song Mi's heart moved. Did he remember it intentionally, or did he have a good memory?

This made her confused.

I took a sip of the peach juice in this restaurant. The taste was very different from what I drank at his home. It was not sweet enough and not fresh enough.

Also, the peaches in the restaurant can't be compared to those at Mr. Tan's house.

Noticing that she stopped after taking a sip, Tan Xize asked, "Doesn't it taste good?"

Song Mi said honestly: "It's not bad, it's not as good as the drink I had at your house last time."

Tan Xize nodded thoughtfully and said: "The next time you come home, I will ask Aunt Zhao to squeeze peach juice for you. If you have enough, drink me bankrupt before leaving."

Song Mi was amused by his words and laughed out loud.

In fact, she felt that Tan Xize was really easy to get along with in private. He didn't have the air of a boss at all, and he didn't have the aura of being afraid of outsiders and keeping strangers away from him. He even teased her with words from time to time.

In the final analysis, it was Song Mi's fault at that time. Who knew that the gentle attitude she could enjoy was always a rare exception.

It's the little warmth he has left.

While chatting and waiting for the food to be served, a man suddenly appeared in front of their table. He was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner with a tall build. He was looking at Tan Xize with a look of joy: "Kison! It's really you!"

"

Speaks broken but barely understandable Chinese.

kison

Are you talking about Nishizawa?

Tan Xize looked up in response, and when he saw this person, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up and shook hands with the person.

Song Mi curiously asked in a low voice: "Mr. Tan, who is this? Do you know him?"

Tan Nishizawa told her briefly and concisely that this was his good friend, classmate, and roommate when he was studying at the University of London.

A pretty cheerful optimist.

There is a very common popular name called john, which translates to John.

John was very enthusiastic and talked endlessly in average English. The general meaning was that he was very happy to see Tan Xize and missed him very much after not seeing him for two years.

Tan Xize saw that he was really struggling to speak Chinese and was intermittent, so he kindly offered to communicate in English.

John happily said OK.

That was the first time Song Mi heard Tan Xize speak English, and it was the standard British accent.

The British accent is often said to be the sexiest accent in the world.

As soon as he started speaking in a chic and elegant British accent, the listeners would feel like they couldn't get enough of it. Listening to the pleasant exchanges between him and John, Song Mi listened more and more to the side, wanting to hear more, but he still didn't have enough to say.

She thought about the last time she asked him to speak English, and he told her that there would always be a chance to hear it in the future.

Now the opportunity has arrived.

In her opinion, his years of studying in England were really not in vain, and his accent was really sexy as hell.

After chatting for a while, John noticed that Song Mi, who was sitting next to Tan Xize, had a gossipy look on his face. He said wow with the exaggerated expressions usually used by foreigners, and then asked in English: "Kison, is this your daughter?"

Friends?"

Tan Xize nodded and introduced naturally: "My name is Song Mi."

John repeated her name in awkward Chinese.

Song Mi nodded and smiled in response.

John suggested that he share a table with the two of them and have a meal together. He said that he was also here with his girlfriend, who had gone to the bathroom and hadn't come back yet, and the two of them hadn't ordered yet.

It was normal for old friends to get together, but when talking about Xize, he still carefully asked Song Mi in a low voice. If she was not willing, he could reject John's request.

Song Mi was also sensible and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he nodded in agreement.

John sat down opposite the two of them.
To be continued...