Not knowing exactly when the epiphyllum would bloom, Song Mi was afraid of missing it, so he moved a chair and sat in front of the epiphyllum, staring longingly, still holding his mobile phone in his hand.

She was ready to record the scene with her mobile phone as soon as there was any movement in the flower buds.

Tan Xize also brought a chair and sat across from her.

The two people's eyes need to pass through the branches and leaves of the epiphyllum before they can meet.

Look at each other occasionally.

She is always the one who looks away first.

He seemed to be in a good mood when talking about Caesar, and I don’t know whether it was because he was interested in looking at flowers or people, but he looked good anyway. As for why he said this, it was because he asked room service to bring a bottle of good champagne and a bottle of champagne.

Bottle of whiskey.

There is also an exquisite silver bucket containing neat square ice cubes.

Tan Xize added two cubes of ice to the champagne glass and stretched out his hand to Song Mi: "Want some?"

"But I don't drink well."

Song Mi hesitated, "It's only enough for two bottles of beer."

Tan Xize seemed to know that she would drink with him, so he didn't take back the hand that handed him the cup, and said, "Have a drink and enjoy yourself."

"All right."

Song Mi took the glass of champagne and said, "Just have a drink."

In fact, she rarely drinks. She only occasionally drinks one or two beers at company team-building events, and never drinks at all other times.

The phone vibrated several times.

All are WeChat messages.

It should be Yang Qian.

When she clicked on WeChat to check the messages, Song Mi happened to take a sip of champagne in her mouth. Yang Qian sent several voices of more than ten seconds. She clicked to play, but she didn't expect to turn on the speakerphone.

"Mi Mi, why don't you reply to me! Is it because the peace talks are indescribable?"

"..."

The voice content made her almost spit out a mouthful of champagne.

What are you talking about!

Song Mi turned off the voice bar very quickly, but it was too late. Obviously, the person opposite Tan Xi Ze heard everything word for word. He did not show any surprise, his expression was unstable, and he even smiled.

He asked her: "It's indescribable?"

"..."

Song Mi: "..."

Let her die, now.

She pretended to be calm and raised her head, calmly took a sip of champagne, and then looked at the man opposite with a playful look in her eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, my bestie said it casually, just joking."

"Really?" He smiled.

Song Mi didn't blush and said in panic, "Yes."

Tan Xize no longer held on to the voice that made her die, but drank slowly and silently.

The movements are elegant and dignified.

At twelve o'clock at midnight, Song Mi had just finished drinking the glass of champagne. Although the alcohol content of the champagne was not very high, she still felt a little heady, her forehead was hot, and she was in a slightly tipsy state.

She liked this state very much. With her slightly drunken eyes, she looked at everything tenderly, especially Tan Xize who was sitting opposite her.

Tan Nishizawa crossed his long legs and leaned lazily in his chair, holding a third glass of champagne in his hand.

It can be seen that he drinks well.

His eyes looked over, like threads, and the lingering and pathos ambiguity was spreading.

Song Mi thought this was her illusion.

It may be the alcohol in your body that is causing the problem.

She put down the empty cup, held her heated face and asked Tan Xize, "Mr. Tan, am I blushing?"

It gets on her face whenever she drinks.

The man looked over and saw that the little girl's face was only as big as a palm, fair and delicate, with a naive blush on her cheeks.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Fortunately, it's not very red."

When Song Mi heard this, he happily picked up the empty cup and said, "Then I can still drink. Let me have another cup."

"Are you sure?"

Tan Xize shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled, "Aren't you a bad drinker?"

"I'm happy tonight, it doesn't matter if I drink one more glass." She leaned over, picked up the whiskey on the table beside him, and poured herself a full glass.

No ice added, just drink it neat.

After drinking another glass of wine, Song Mi truly felt a little drunk. She began to feel dizzy and her eyes became slightly blurred.

After all, champagne paired with whiskey is a recipe for drunken disaster.

She leaned crookedly on the chair and was about to slide down.

Upon seeing this, Tan Xize, who was opposite him, put down his wine glass and stood up. He walked around the Epiphyllum and came to her side. He stretched out his hand to steady her body and asked with a half-smile: "Are you so trusting of me and not defensive at all?"

"..."

Song Mi heard clearly, but his mind was a little slow at the moment and he didn't know what he meant.

"ah?"

It's nothing more than a long night, a man and a woman alone in the same room, and the effect of alcohol, it's hard not to think of some charming scenes.

Knowing that he was not a good drinker, he still dared to drink like this in front of him.

At the same time, the epiphyllum buds next to the two people began to rustle.

Will bloom soon.

From the corner of her eye, Tan Xize noticed that he was still bending down to support her, but he did not forget to remind her: "The flowers are about to bloom."

The flowers are about to bloom.

The man's gentle voice fell into his ears.

Song Mi shook his groggy head and tried his best to raise his eyelids to look at the night-blooming cereus close at hand, but his hand involuntarily climbed up the man's arm.

Tan Xize subconsciously lowered his eyes and found that she was holding his arm naturally.

Song Mi pushed his arm twice and shouted drunkenly: "...Let's talk about it!"

"Um?"

He smiled helplessly, "I'm here."

They say that drinking makes people bold, and Song Mi thinks so too. She usually doesn't dare to be so unscrupulous, so she raised a smile and said to him: "Let's watch together!"

"Okay, let's go together." He smiled.

The slender petals of more than a dozen epiphyllums began to flutter and quiver, as if a magical force forced them to open.

Gradually the bright yellow stamens inside are revealed.

Too beautiful to behold.

At the moment when the epiphyllum was fully blooming, Song Mi heard the sound of her own heartbeat exploding, and then her reason ran away directly. She held one of his arms and looked up to look for his eyes.

"Mr. Tan."

"Huh?" He looked down at her.

The two people's eyes met at close range, and his warm breath hit his face. Song Mi's face was red, her eyes were sparkling and a little drunk, and her pronunciation was soft and clear: "I can like it"

You?"

"..."

Song Mi has never done such a bold thing in her life. Is it alcohol...no, it's Xize itself that has a fatal attraction for her, making it difficult for her to resist.

She couldn't help but want to get closer to him, the closer the better.

So, she can consider it a half-confession now.

He didn't say he liked him directly, he just asked him if he could like him?

If he said he couldn't, she would give up all thoughts and do her job according to the rules.

Naturally, he heard Xi Ze talk about it very clearly and missed every word. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. After a few seconds, he reached out a hand and patted one side of her face very gently, and asked in a low voice: "Drunk

Already?"
To be continued...