After Shu Kezi left, Tan Xize took the bottle of Scotch wine that was still half full and walked to the wine cellar on the negative floor.

Song Mi followed him a few steps away.

On the way back to the wine cellar, Song Mi always wanted to ask a question, but didn't know how to ask.

When Xi Ze stepped into the wine cellar door, Song Mi followed him. She was really curious and called him.

"Mr. Tan."

Tan Xize stopped and looked back at her. He happened to be standing under a round ceiling lamp, and his eyesight fell against the dark blue light like the sea, which was particularly deep and charming.

"Um?"

Song Mi: "If you didn't know about Shu Kezi and your eldest brother, would you follow the fixed process and marry her?"

There was no hesitation when talking about Xize, nor did he spend even a second to think about it. Instead, he chose to give her a decisive answer directly.

"Won't."

Curiosity is not enough when it comes to things about your sweetheart. You have to get to the bottom of it. She asked again: "Why?"

This answer is extremely important to her.

Tan Xize was drunk all over, his eyebrows were slightly lazy and his expression was so careless, but when he spoke, his tone was completely different and serious. He said: "Because I will not marry someone I don't love."

"..."

Due to the nature of his work, there were countless loveless marriages in the novels Song Mi had read.

She was surprised that he would answer like this.

Song Mi was thoughtful for two seconds, and then whispered: "...I thought that marriages between wealthy families were very compulsory, and it was impossible to dissolve the marriage after the engagement."

It is indeed mandatory. If he hadn't made a bet with his father to quintuple Yingda's total assets in two years, he would have had no choice but to marry Shu Kezi.

The amount of hard work and energy put in during this period is unimaginable to others.

He didn't have the habit of telling about suffering, thinking it was a sign of weakness, so he didn't plan to tell Song Miti about the bet, and just said four words with a smile.

——Everything depends on people.

Song Mi walked to the table, pulled out the wicker chair and sat down. It had been a while since she had been there, and all the ice cubes in the sparkling water had melted. She picked it up and took a sip, and it was still cool.

In a blink of an eye, she saw the wide and neatly arranged wine racks, the light shining on them, and the polished wine bottles shining with small blue halos.

There's something indescribably beautiful about it.

She suddenly wanted to sit among the wine racks.

Tan Xize came to the table and was about to sit down when he saw Song Mi opposite him raising his hand and pointing towards the wine rack, "President Tan, shall we go there to sit for a while?"

He looked in the direction she pointed and saw the smooth ground illuminated by dark blue light: "Sit on the ground?"

She hummed softly.

Song Mi stood up and suggested: "Mr. Tan, you have mysophobia and you definitely don't want to sit on the floor. I'll help you move the chair over."

"Need not."

Tan Xize waved his hand and said in a drunken voice lazily, "You can sit down, so why can't I sit down?"

Song Mi felt warm in her heart, feeling that he always accommodated her in everything, so he said: "Forget it, just sit here and drink with you for a while, then I should go back."

"..."

Tan Xize did not put down the wine bottle and cup in his hands. He turned on his toes and pointed directly towards the place where Song Mi had just pointed.

It was between two rows of wine racks, with the wall at the end.

He walked to that place, looked down at the ground, chose to face the wall with his back, lifted up his black slacks and sat down.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that was at work. He lazily leaned against the wall, with one long leg bent and the other straight, looking somewhat uninhibited and romantic.

He put the wine bottle at hand, raised his eyes to look at Song Mi, and raised his arm to wave to her.

"What are you doing standing there? Come here."

Song Mi was in a state of surprise. He picked up the cup with one hand and the drink bottle with the other and walked over, asking: "Mr. Tan, are you just sitting down like this?"

How could I endure it if I didn’t have severe mysophobia?

Tan Xize smiled lightly and said, "The floor of my house is cleaner than some people's. Someone sweeps it away every day."

Song Mi was amused by his words and looked down at him: "For example, whose face is dirtier than the ground."

"For example -" the man's voice was low and lazy, with a slight hoarseness unique to drunkenness. He smiled softly, and his smile was very attractive, "For example, my elder brother?"

"..."

Song Mi laughed out loud, sat down next to him, put the bottle aside like him, and kept the cup in his hand, saying: "Your eldest brother teamed up with your ex-fiancée to plot against you, and you are still in the mood to make fun of him."

"Why not?"

He took a sip of wine and said, "Not only his face is dark, but his heart is also dark."

This is indeed the case. Song Mi thinks what he said makes sense. Tan Wenzhou can use a life as a price to deal with Mr. Tan this time. But next time, whose life will it be? Or some other more cruel methods.

.

Just thinking about it is enough to make people think and feel extremely scared and send chills down their backs.

After talking about this, Song Mi remembered what she had just heard in the living room and asked: "You said that on the day of your engagement with Shu Kezhi, you caught her making out with your eldest brother in the lounge. Is it true or false...

…”

She asked this out of sheer curiosity, and it was the little girl's gossipy mind that was at work.

Tan Xize hummed and said calmly: "There is no need to talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

Song Mi: "Yes."

She gossiped and asked more questions: "What's the best way to make out?"

In the middle of two rows of wine racks, they sat side by side against the wall. There was only five centimeters between shoulders. They could rub each other with a slight movement. The distance was so close that when Tan Xize turned his head, he was close to her.

Looking at each other from a distance.

He stared at her intently, with a smile on his lips: "...you want to know?"

When asked this question, Tan Xize's eyes flashed with a taboo color belonging to men.

It's a pity that she didn't understand.

Song Mi nodded honestly, she was just out of curiosity.

Tan Xize moved his head closer to her, and his voice also became closer, with a slightly gravelly tone, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I just heard some sounds."

"What sound?"

Song Mi didn't turn his head, and kept asking stupidly, "What are the voices of the two of them talking?"

Tan Xize was amused by her innocence. He shook his head and laughed twice before he stopped laughing and said three words.

"The sound of banging on the door."

"?"

Song Mi thought about the words 'knocking on the door' several times in her mind before she suddenly realized what it meant. In an instant, her face turned red and her eyes became evasive and shy.

"Ah...this."

Looking at the little girl's instantly red ears, Tan Xize carefully averted his gaze and stopped looking at her, looking down at the wine in the glass.

Even so, he still did not forget to say something to her: "Since you are thin-skinned, don't break the casserole and ask the truth."

Song Mi: "..."

She didn't know that was the case.

I thought it was just an ordinary ambiguous act.

She said nothing, blushed and took a sip of her drink silently.

After a while, Tan Xize drank another half a glass of strong wine. He put down the glass, reached into his collar, and fished out the jade Buddha.

The Jade Buddha was suspended into the void by him, at the same level as his eyes.

It's also in the middle of both eyes.

At this moment, he was already 70% drunk, his peach blossom eyes were half-opened and half-squinted, showing an extremely lazy look, and his speech was also casual. He asked Song Mi: "Don't you want to know who this Jade Buddha is?"

Did you give it as a gift?"

"..."

Song Mi looked over, his eyes fell on the dark green jade Buddha, and he found a question, "The man wears the Guanyin and the woman wears the Buddha. Why are you wearing the Jade Buddha instead of the Jade Guanyin?"

In the old acquaintance, he should be wearing Guanyin.

Tan Xize was holding the piece of jade and looking at it intently. His eyes were extremely deep and focused. He was not looking at the jade, but looking at a certain person through the jade.

"Because this Jade Buddha was left to me by my mother."

Song Mi has known Tan Xize for so long, but has never heard him talk about his aunt. Without knowing the inside story, he can only praise: "This jade Buddha is quite beautiful."
To be continued...