Song Mi was extremely anxious. He couldn't care less about the injuries he suffered from the fall. He pushed the man's hand away and couldn't help but speak faster and asked: "I heard that the family members of the nail household are using the pressure of public opinion to seek compensation from Yingda for six months."

Millions, is it true?”

Talking about Xize and her state were completely different. His expression was calm and calm. He sat next to her, looked at her quietly, and laughed for no reason: "What are you in a hurry for?"

"Of course it's because this matter is serious."

Song Mi saw that the calmer he was, the more anxious she became, "But you, why are you acting like nothing is wrong?"

When talking about Nishizawa, there is still the same saying: "You can't solve problems in haste."

Song Mi: "..."

This person can really stay calm at all times, no matter how big or small the situation is.

Tan Xize asked her again: "Where did you fall?"

Song Mi stared at him and said helplessly: "Mr. Tan, this is not the point now."

The man's pair of gleaming peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her without any deviation, and his voice was lazy and seductive: "Why is this not the point?"

"..."

"In my case, that's the point."

Every word he said was like an arrow shot by Cupid, accurately hitting Song Mi's heart.

And there are no missed arrows, and the arrows always hit the mark.

Song Mi's heartbeat inevitably accelerated. There was no third person around now, and Aunt Zhao was not in the living room, so it was considered time for the two of them to be alone.

In his naked gaze, she looked away and muttered: "... How can I have anything important? I am really good at joking."

Tan Xize was lazily leaning on the sofa. After listening to her words, he sat up straight, took her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, and asked casually: "What if I don't have it?"

Are you kidding?"

"..."

Song Mi choked for a moment and couldn't answer his words.

After the sleeves of the sweatshirt were rolled up to her elbows, Tan Xize raised her elbows to take a look, her brows furrowed visibly, and her tone finally fluctuated, as if she was displeased: "Why did you fall so hard?"

Song Mi shrank his neck, not daring to look at him. He only dared to whisper: "I'm also anxious to see you..."

At this time, Tan Xize really lost his temper. The frown between his eyebrows disappeared and was replaced by a helpless smile: "Then what do you mean, do you blame me for falling?"

Song Mi said without confidence: "I didn't say that."

Tan Xize smiled and did not answer the question. Instead, he took the blue medical kit placed on the corner of the coffee table, opened it, and took out a square gauze band-aid, iodine, and a pack of medical cotton swabs.

Song Mi pressed her rolled-up sleeves firmly with her hands and asked about the nail shop: "Then how to deal with this matter? Is there any solution? Why has there been no response from the group?"

"..."

Tan Xize opened the bag of cotton swabs, took out one, unscrewed the bottle of iodine, reached into the mouth of the bottle and dipped some liquid.

"Roll up your sleeves a little more."

Song Mi did as she was told, rolled up her sweater sleeves again, and asked, "Mr. Tan, please tell me something. I'm really anxious. I barely slept at all last night because of this."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyes and looked over.

Tan Xize then noticed that there were obvious cyan shadows on both sides of her eyes, and there were a few obvious red blood streaks in the white pupils.

At first glance, he looked like he had stayed up all night without getting any rest.

His heart skipped a beat and he asked warmly: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"fine."

Song Mi thought of the scene last night when she was holding her mobile phone and checking Weibo countless times, "I just kept waiting for the group to send a response, and before I knew it, it was dawn."

After hearing this, Tan Xi Ze seemed to be willing to talk about the nail house, but he only said a few words: "If you can't make any waves, don't worry."

Song Mi didn't quite understand: "Is that just not responding directly?"

"How could you not respond?"

Tan Xize put the iodine bottle on the coffee table, took a cotton swab and approached the scratched area on her elbow, "It's just that the time has not come to respond. Besides, I'm still waiting for someone."

"..."

Song Mi was slightly startled and asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

On Caesar: “A man who cleans up messes.”

Without giving her a chance to ask any more questions, Tan Xize's hand holding the cotton swab hovered over her wound. He raised his eyes to look at her and asked, "Are you afraid of pain?"

Song Mi shook his head firmly.

The next moment, when the cotton swab soaked in iodine fell on the scarlet flesh, Song Mi was so painful that he inevitably took a big breath.

"hiss--"

It hurts so much!

She thought she could bear it!

Miscalculated.

Tan Xize immediately removed the cotton swab, looked up again, and found that Song Mi's smiling face was full of pain, and there were even some glistening tears in the corners of his eyes.

He smiled bitterly and asked, "Does it hurt so much?"

Song Mi had a tough mouth, wiped a teardrop from the corner of his eye with his little finger, and said bravely: "...it's not bad."

Tan Xize looked at her, stared at her quietly for two seconds, and then said, "Then shall I continue?"

Song Mi snorted.

When his hand holding the cotton swab was about to fall, Song Mi retracted his elbow and Nuonuo said, "Be gentle."

Tan Xize laughed and said okay.

Tan Xi Ze gently moved his hands, and the cotton swab fell down like a feather swiping. His long eyelashes were lowered, his eyes were focused, and he said while wiping: "I am already very light, but it still hurts a bit.

"

Song Mi hummed honestly.

She didn't feel the pain of the wound on the way here, but when she came in front of him, the pain seemed to be magnified, and she became squeamish.

Looking from Song Mi's perspective, Tan Xize lowered her head slightly, focusing on her bruises. Her eyelashes were long and straight, thicker than a woman's. With his 365-degree facial expression,

The molded face is very pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Moreover, when he was wiping her wound, he would blow on her gently, for fear of hurting her.

Gentleness is king for such a handsome and irresistible man.

Very few women can resist it.

After wiping one elbow, Tanxi Ze threw away the cotton swab and put a square gauze band-aid on her.

"Don't get water on the wound for the next two days, and don't put it in your mouth."

Song Mi lowered her raised arm and was about to put her rolled-up sleeves up when Tan Xize took a step ahead of her. He gently held her wrist, carefully pulled down her sleeves, and then said: "

The other hand."

Song Mi felt that the wrist he had held was a little hot, and said, "The other hand didn't fall too hard, it's fine."

"It needs to be disinfected."

He took the cotton swab again, dipped it in iodine and waited for her, "roll up your sleeves, I'll be gentler."

Song Mi could only obey her orders and roll up the other sleeve. Fortunately, it was just as she said, her right elbow was not badly injured and only slightly bruised.

Even so, Tan Xize's movements were still very gentle.

After wiping, when Tan Xi Ze threw the cotton swab away, he accidentally threw it into the trash can. He stood up and was about to pick up the cotton swab that fell on the ground.

The cotton swab fell right next to Song Mi's feet, so he bent down in front of her.

The moment the man bent over, Song Mi saw a jade Buddha with excellent color rolling out from his black collar, and the rope stringing the jade pendant was also black.

The jade Buddha swayed out, covering his eyes with dark green.

Tan Xize didn't pay attention. He bent down to pick up the cotton swab and threw it into the trash can. When he looked down at her, he realized that she was staring at his collar.

He lowered his head and saw the Jade Buddha lying quietly under his collarbone.

The background fabric of the Jade Buddha is the black cotton shirt he is wearing. The extremely black color makes the jade appear extremely green.

The green is transparent and eye-catching.

Song Mi smiled and praised: "Mr. Tan, your Jade Buddha is so beautiful."

"Yeah?"

He also looked down and then quietly put the Jade Buddha back into his collar.

Seeing this, Song Mi could guess that this was something extremely precious to him. He carried it close to his body and would put it back immediately if it was accidentally exposed.
To be continued...