Song Mi was stunned and didn't react.

Mr. Tan?

What does he mean?

The smile on Tan Wenzhou's face did not diminish but deepened. The corners of his mouth were curved, but there was no smile at all in his eyes. He was just smiling but not smiling.

Such a smile can easily give people a feeling of discomfort. Song Mi suppressed the discomfort, frowned slightly, and asked: "Your surname is Tan, which one is Tan?"

"..."

The man straightened up, looked down at her, and told her in a voice close to his breath.

"It's the one about Caesar."

How could a young girl like Song Mi, who had only been involved in the matter for a few years, be the opponent of an old man like Tan Wenzhou? When he was fighting in the shopping mall, she was still soaking in the white ivory tower and reading the sage's book.

Don't hear what's going on outside the window.

Tan Wenzhou saw the shock on her face, and he was not surprised by this. He smiled and pointedly said: "Seeing that you are so surprised, then Tan Xize must not have told you that he and I are friends.

What’s the relationship?”

"..."

"He is not completely honest with you, and your relationship is not necessarily very close?"

This was the first time that Song Mi had a taste of the power of this man. A few words could play multiple roles, sowing discord, testing, and provoking tactics.

She fell silent.

There were other people in the ward, which was a bit noisy. Dr. Xu was communicating with Song Tianming about the details of Parkinson’s surgery.

The current situation always made Song Mi feel that something was wrong. She did not ask the man in front of her about his relationship with Tan Xize, nor was she stimulated to confess the specific relationship between her and Tan Xize.

She turned her head and looked at her grandma lying on the hospital bed, and did not look away for a long time.

After a long time.

Song Mi said calmly in a voice that everyone could hear: "I don't want Dr. Xu to operate on grandma. I want to transfer grandma to another hospital."

Dr. Xu's words stopped suddenly and he looked at Tan Wenzhou in confusion.

Tan Wenzhou's smile suddenly faded from his eyes.

Song Tianming also ran over and asked Song Mi in a low voice: "Daughter, what's going on? I think Dr. Xu is very good. He is an expert in this field."

She shook her head: "It doesn't matter if you are an expert. Dad, please don't worry about it for now."

Hearing this, Song Tianming didn't know what to say. He knew that his daughter always had opinions, so he silently stepped aside.

At this time, Song Mi looked at the man and no longer called him Mr. Wen, but said: "I don't want to owe you any favors, so no need."

Tan Wenzhou smiled again. This time, he had a kind smile on his face, which was partly disguised and partly genuine.

"Why bother, Miss Song?"

"I just saw that you have a close relationship with my brother and wanted to do you a little favor. Why are you so vigilant?"

younger brother.

Song Mi asked in surprise: "Are you Mr. Tan's brother?"

Tan Wenzhou smiled but said nothing.

Song Mi didn't believe it: "Why has Mr. Tan never mentioned it to me?"

Next, Tan Wenzhou said something that particularly touched Song Mi's heart: "Why would he mention it to you? You are not his, this is a family matter."

This made Song Mi feel uncomfortable.

yes.

She is not his, it is just the relationship between A and B on the contract paper.

Tan Wenzhou took advantage of the situation and added: "It's just a small favor. You can't bother Xianzhou for this little thing. He is so busy all day."

He actually knows Mr. Tan's name.

There is no doubt that he is my brother.

Song Mi hesitated and said after a moment of hesitation: "I'd better call and ask Mr. Tan."

Tan Wenzhou stood for a long time, and his body couldn't keep up. He waved to the accompanying nurse to push the wheelchair, sat down, and slowly sat down before saying to Song Mi: "Then you can call and ask, but Xian Zhou

It's impossible to go to the hospital just for you."

"..."

Song Mi felt very uncomfortable hearing these words, and the little girl's seriousness suddenly emerged. Mr. Tan was very good to her and even came to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, she imitated what Xize said and said back: "How do you know you can't do it?"

A smile appeared on Tan Wenzhou's pale face. He just smiled and did not answer the words. He only stretched out his hand to signal Song Mi to call Tan Xize.

Song Mi came outside the ward. The long corridor was quiet, with the occasional sound of footsteps and the sound of the nurse's desk bell ringing.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed Tan Xize.

It was 11 o'clock in the morning. I didn't know what he was doing. It would be okay if he was alone in the office and could answer her call. If he was in a meeting, it wouldn't be a problem.

Unfortunately, Tan Xize was in a meeting.

Inda's conference room.

Dozens of senior executives were sitting around the long black conference table. Tan Xize was sitting on the top seat, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a calm expression and cold and serious eyebrows. He exuded the unique aura of a person in power.

.

He had a fine-quality fountain pen in his hand and was playing with it. His eyes were on the big screen opposite, listening to a senior executive talking about the strategic plan for the next quarter.

In the middle of listening, the screen of the mobile phone next to the laptop suddenly lit up. During the meeting, everyone's mobile phones were required to be silent and vibrate, and he was no exception.

Tan Xize lowered his eyes and found that the call was from Song Mi.

He reached out to pick up the phone, hung up without hesitation, and then sent a concise text message back to Song Mi.

-In a meeting.

This is a rule. You cannot answer the phone during a meeting. He is setting an example and setting an example.

Even so, Tan Xi Ze was afraid that Song Mi had something urgent to do with him. After all, this little girl rarely took the initiative to call him. Realizing this, he sent a second text message.

-Tell me something on WeChat.

A few minutes later, Tan Xize received a long WeChat message, and he began to frown after reading it.

This is terrible. The senior executive who was talking about the planning report was so frightened that he dared not speak. Mr. Tan frowned. Did he speak poorly, or was there something wrong with the PPT?

The senior management simply stopped talking and went back to check the content on the screen again and again, trying to find some clues.

Upon seeing this, the other nearly thirty people became even more silent and did not dare to express their anger.

Tan Xize lowered his eyes and fell on the screen of his mobile phone. But when he heard the silence, he raised a hand to signal and said calmly: "Vice President Li, go on."

Only then did Vice President Li dare to speak with an open heart.

The content sent by Song Mi is as follows:

[Mr. Tan, my grandma suddenly fell down at home this morning. After being sent to the hospital, she was told that she was fine for the time being. She just needed to have Parkinson's surgery as soon as possible, otherwise this situation will happen again in the future. Then I met your brother.

(He said it himself), your brother insists on helping me and asking an expert neurologist to operate on grandma. I haven’t agreed yet, so I told him to ask you first.]

After reading it, Tan Xize asked: "Where are you now?"

Song Mi returned to the hospital.

Tan Xize: [I’ll come over after the meeting.]

The conversation ended here, and Vice President Li's planning report had just finished. Tan Xize put away his phone, raised his head, and said calmly: "There is nothing wrong with it overall. It's just that Vice President Li, the last number on the financial summary, the decimal point

The last two are wrong, please be careful next time and don’t make such a stupid mistake.”

"..."

Vice President Li was shocked. Wasn't Mr. Tan looking at his mobile phone just now? Why could he pay attention to such a small mistake?

He admired him extremely, he was indeed Mr. Tan!

As soon as the meeting ended, Tan Xize told Zhou Lang that he was going to the hospital. Zhou Lang was puzzled, "Why do you want to go to the hospital all of a sudden?"

Tan Xize said expressionlessly: "Tan Wenzhou has found Song Mi, I have to go there."

When Zhou Lang heard this, he secretly complained, and said quickly: "Mr. Tan, you definitely can't go. Maybe your elder brother just wants to test you to see what your attitude is towards Miss Song. If you really go there, you won't be able to go."

Are you ready to sit down? Who knows what tricks your elder brother will use at that time!"

Asked how Caesar could not know the tricks played by his elder brother, he nodded slightly: "I understand."

Zhou Lang was puzzled: "Why do you go if you understand?"

Tan Xize walked straight to the elevator without stopping for even a moment, and said something in a low voice.

"She can't handle it."
To be continued...