Tan Xize didn't even throw a glance out the window. He raised his hand and started to pick up the buttons, working from top to bottom, his movements were elegant and slow, showing a calmness that was unfazed by the world.

Song Mi stared at him. This man looked so lustful no matter how hard he unbuttoned his shirt.

Apart from anything else, it's really beautiful.

"Gudong..."

The sound of swallowing could be heard clearly in the car.

Tan Xize's eyes followed her direction, his eyes were cold and without warmth, deep and pure, without a trace of impurities in them.

This makes her look like a female gangster.

Song Mi hurriedly turned away his eyes, laughed guiltily, and began to speak about the boundless three hundred taels here.

"Suddenly I feel so hungry, haha."

Tan Xize's eyes were deep and he stared at her for a long time. He didn't say anything, he just took off his coat and threw it on her.

The moment the man threw his suit jacket, Song Mi smelled it clearly.

It is similar to a sweet fragrance. The smell is not strong at all, but it has a good smell that is hard to ignore. It is light, like a freshly picked orange peeled, with a white jasmine inside. Two flavors

Intertwined together, they give people a good olfactory experience.

Song Mi raised his hand to catch the suit jacket, held it to his nose and sniffed it gently.

It smells good.

"It smells good." Song Mi admired sincerely and couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of perfume is it?"

Tan Xize unbuttoned his cufflinks and slowly rolled up the cuffs with his long fingers, revealing his tight and strong forearms. He casually threw out two words while rolling them up.

"you guess?"

"..."

Song Mi felt secretly in his heart. If he didn't say it, he wouldn't say it. He just guessed.

Just guess, but you don’t have to know.

Unexpectedly, Tan Xize, who had rolled up one of his sleeves, said lazily: "If you guess the right ingredient, I'll give you ten thousand."

Song Mi's eyes suddenly lit up and his voice rose several times.

"Really!"

Tan Xize began to roll up the other cuff. He did not answer directly, but simply asked her: "Guess?"

"Guess, of course I guess!"

Song Mi's energy level rose instantly, and his fatigue was swept away, "If you have money, don't make money, you bastard!"

"..."

Tan Xize leaned back leisurely, crossed his legs, and tapped his toes in the air.

He looked a bit like a swinger.

"Guess." he said.

Outside the car, Ge Jun was still banging on the window frantically, shouting at the top of his lungs that he wanted to see Tan Xize.

Ge Jun never thought of it.

The reason why Mr. Tan didn't get out of the car to see him was to waste precious time on a little girl, asking her to guess the smell of perfume on his body.

Song Mi's thoughts were constantly interrupted by the sound of tapping on the window. She looked back at Ge Jun and found that Ge Jun's face was covered with snot and tears.

Staring with red eyes, he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

She was startled.

The next second.

Tan Xize's cold voice sounded: "Zhou Lang."

Zhou Lang understood immediately, opened the door and got out of the car, walked around the front of the car and walked to the back seat.

Ge Jun immediately came up to him with a sad face: "Assistant Zhou! Let me meet Mr. Tan, and it will only delay Mr. Tan for ten minutes!"

Zhou Lang smiled, polite yet distant: "It's not convenient to talk now."

"Why is it inconvenient for Mr. Tan? What is Mr. Tan busy with!"

"..."

This confused Zhou Lang.

To be honest, he didn't know what Mr. Tan was doing.

inside the car.

A few minutes passed, and Song Mi racked his brains before coming up with an answer: "Citrus!"

Tan Xize chuckled.

It means it's wrong.

"Isn't it citrus?" Song Mi bit her lower lip, "It smells like citrus. Is that an orange?"

Talk about Xize without saying a word.

"..."

It seems not.

Song Mi guessed again: "There must be jasmine! The smell of jasmine is so strong!"

This time she was confident that she would make a mistake.

But when Tan Xize raised his eyebrows slightly, he still didn't speak.

Still wrong.

Song Mi couldn't understand, and frowned and asked: "It's obviously Jasmine. Mr. Tan, you don't know how to operate behind the scenes, right? I guessed it right, but you still say it's wrong."

Talking about Xize: "..."

He stared at her and narrowed his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly, "Do you think I am in need of ten thousand yuan?"

Song Mi was speechless.

Tan Xize does not look like someone who is short of money and would not deliberately fool her, but why is it wrong?

No, I must earn this money today!

Song Mi began to search frantically in his mind for spices commonly used in men's fragrances.

"cedar?"

"Woody?"

"sandalwood?"

"fir?"

"..."

Song Mi named a dozen spices in one breath, but Tan Xize only listened silently. After listening, he slowly shook his head with a specious smile on his lips.

"It seems that you can't make this money today."

Upon hearing this, Song Mi immediately broke down.

Started talking nonsense.

“Pizza!”

"..."

"durian!"

"..."

Just when she was about to tell an even more outrageous guess, Tan Xize directly picked up the coat from her legs and brought it up to her nose, with a hint of unconscious smile in his tone.

"Where does the pizza smell like durian? It's nice to smell it."

Song Mi also decided to smell it again. Without thinking, he lowered his head and smelled it.

But I never thought——

He lowered his head a little lower and kissed the phalanges of the man's slender index finger directly with his lips.
Chapter completed!