MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 13

Song Zhiyi... Is there a pica?

It's not a big deal, there's no need to run, it looks like she's scared. Meng Xi thought so, her body was very honest, and she didn't stay for a second.

Her heart was still pounding.

It was really strange, Meng Xi felt that he was not so easily startled.

Has she done less exciting things before? Playing "Silent Mountain" alone at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, skydiving several thousand meters high, and bungee jumping from cliffs, I have never been so panicked.

Why this time...

"boss!"

On the way back when Xiao Zhu bought water, he happened to bump into Meng Xi, and hurried up to meet him, "The water you want..."

"You are too slow!"

Meng Xi took it and unscrewed it, took a sip and was shocked. The excuses that Xiao Zhu made casually at first were just used, but now it really comes in handy.

Xiao Zhu was trained and felt innocent.

He didn't know the elegant intentions by listening to the songs, so he walked slowly so that the boss and Miss Song had time to talk.

Meng Xi knew that he was venting his anger, so he didn't say anything more, and exhaled: "Go back."

go back to work. Busy affairs can cover all troubles with one click.

- The premise is that her work has nothing to do with Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi stared at the phone, which was a message from Song Zhiyi.

[Know my meaning: I will record the congratulatory speech for the game opening tomorrow, as well as a publicity interview]

Of course Meng Xi knew this.

The publicity work on Song Zhiyi's side was handled by her, and she sent Song Zhiyi to confirm these itineraries.

There are only three days left to countdown to the launch of "Inhumans", and the promotional video about the music production was sent out two days ago.

The response was not bad. Although classical music is a niche hobby, Song Zhiyi is very well-known with her amazing beauty, and her skills and resume are indeed irreproachable. Her status as a classical pianist makes her aura in the hearts of the public and brings a lot of positive feedback.

But whether the game is good or bad depends on the content.

Tomorrow, Song Zhiyi will go to record the final video, her publicity mission will come to an end, and the rest can only see whether the quality of "Inhuman" itself passes the test.

The cooperation between Meng Xi and her is basically over.

so…

[Know my meaning: Will you be in the company? 】

More than half an hour after the message was sent, Meng Xi did not reply.

Song Zhiyi asked what is this for?

Whether she is here or not, Song Zhiyi will come tomorrow. So this sentence has only one meaning... Song Zhiyi wanted to see her.

But Meng Xi didn't want to.

Now that she saw the three words Song Zhiyi, she thought of what happened in the hospital that day. The more you convince yourself to forget, the better you remember.

Once she had a dream—not in a hospital, but in a dimly lit room.

The light red light was ambiguous, Song Zhiyi sank into the carpet with her knees closed, black hair and snow-white skin. She raised her face, her slender eyelids half covered the glittering waves, her lips were cherry red, and her knuckles were bent, and bright red blood spilled from her teeth, rolling down her soft white chest...

horrible!

Meng Xi woke up on the spot and listed this dream as the top nightmare in his life.

Still don't reply.

Meng Xi thought that Song Zhiyi, a person as knowledgeable and interesting, would definitely understand what she meant.

She... I don't know how many times she put down her phone and went to work, but that line of words refused to let her go.

【Will you be in the company? 】

【Will you be in the company? 】

【Will you be in the company? 】

Neuropathy!

Meng Xi cursed in his heart. She picked up the phone again, but felt a shock in her hand, just as a call came in.

No remarks, but how could Meng Xi not recognize this string of numbers.

It was Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi hung up in the first second... After hanging up, he reacted and stared at the phone as if facing an enemy.

There was no movement there.

Meng Xi clicked into the WeChat chat, and there was no new news.

But she just had a feeling that Song Zhiyi was waiting for her reply.

Playing dead at this time is like tacitly withdrawing without a fight. Meng Xi fought fiercely in his heart, and finally typed a "?" coldly and briefly.

Song Zhiyi responded in seconds.

[Know my meaning: I can meet you if you are here, I have something I want to tell you]

Wait, she didn't agree to meet Song Zhi. Meng Xi quickly replied: [Not necessarily free]

[Know my meaning: just say a few words, it won't be long, or are you not in the company? 】

Meng Xi didn't want to be there, but she did have to go to the company for something.

[Know my meaning: make an appointment, see you tomorrow]

[Know my meaning: [Cat cat is happy.gif]]

Meng Xi and the malicious emoji looked at each other for a long time.

... She felt that she was being trapped by Song Zhiyi. Why is she so dignified as Mr. Meng, and Song Zhiyi will see you whenever she sees it? Is their relationship that good?

Meng Xi put down the phone angrily.

When she woke up the next day, she was still thinking about it, but soon she had no time to think about it.

At the critical moment when the game was about to be launched, there was a problem with the partner. Meng Xi was crazy about the unreliability of the other party in his heart, and he had to solve it.

She had been running around all day, and it was evening when she arrived at the company. As soon as you enter the lobby, you are greeted by the front desk.

"Mr. Meng, Miss Song is waiting for you in the reception room."

Meng Xi stopped abruptly: "Who? Which Miss Song?"

She actually had the answer in her heart. She took out her phone and saw that Song Zhiyi had sent her a message just before noon.

[Know my meaning: Do you want to go back to the company? I can wait a little longer]

a little?

Song Zhiyi's video recording was expected to end in the morning. Meng Xi thought of this when she was busy, thinking that she should leave early because she couldn't wait for anyone.

Meng Xi felt a little guilty.

As the past taught her, she felt that it would be better not to have such unnecessary emotions towards Song Zhiyi. But it was an indisputable fact that she made the other party wait for a day.

She knocked on the door of the parlour.

"Please come in."

Meng Xi pushed the door and went in. Song Zhiyi sat on the sofa, in the same position as last time, with a magazine spread on her lap.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a thin golden gauze gently falling down, bringing warmth to her beautiful face.

She put on lip gloss today, and her lips were a shimmering berry color, as hydrated as a cherry jelly.

"…Awaited."

Meng Xi looked away unnaturally, wishing that he could use an eraser to erase the images that appeared in his mind.

Song Zhiyi smiled: "It's nothing. I've rested recently, it's the same at home or here."

Is she not angry at all?

Song Zhiyi has evolved again - before she was treated coldly, poked in sore spots, and her face was shaken, but now she has a good temper.

Meng Xi couldn't do anything about her tenderness, so she could only keep ringing the alarm bell in her heart, standing by the door without passing.

Meng Xi asked, "What do you want to say?"

Song Zhiyi said, "The Winter Music Festival is about to open. I'm going abroad tomorrow, and I won't be able to come back for a while."

Meng Xi: "Oh..."

She knew that this music festival was a large-scale music festival, featuring classical music as well as opera performances. The performers were all world-renowned performers and teams—Meng's father was paying attention to it half a year in advance.

After Meng Xi "oh", she found that the room was quiet, she and Song Zhiyi looked at each other, speechless for a while.

... gone?

Meng Xi was full of disbelief: "You just said this?"

And waited here for a day?

of course not.

Song Zhiyi looked at Meng Xi, her eyes were painted with melted light gold by the evening sun, and the light in her eyes shone slightly.

"I came to see you."

She showed a shallow smile and lowered her eyes slightly, as if her eyelashes were filled with slender sadness, "After I get busy, it's hard to meet like today..."

Meng Xi is numb.

She couldn't help but take a step back, leaned against the door, and the cold doorknob hit her waist, regaining her sanity.

- It's like they are in a relationship that they often see each other.

Song Zhiyi then looked at her with some hopeful eyes: "Will you come to this music festival?"

The gentle and pure beauty pleaded softly, with a clear demeanor, and a simple refusal seemed to have become something extremely sinful.

Fortunately, it was Song Zhiyi. If it was another person, Meng Xi would not be able to hold it. She struggled to maintain a lukewarm attitude: "Let's see the situation then."

Song Zhiyi paused, his expression hard to hide his loss.

She sighed softly, stood up from the sofa, and walked in the direction of Meng Xi.

Meng Xi tightened his back.

Song Zhiyi stopped at about two steps. The cool and slightly astringent mint scent floated over her body. It should not be a perfume, but more like a shower gel.

And the fruity fragrance vaguely mixed with it, contains the unique smell of cosmetics...it's her lip gloss.

Song Zhiyi suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened last time."

Meng Xigang turned his eyes away from the past. Hearing this, his heart jumped, and he decided to pretend to be stupid: "Last time? What's the matter?"

Song Zhiyi seemed to laugh very lightly.

"It's nothing if I don't remember." She said warmly, "I will send you the tickets for the music festival... Meng Xi, I hope you can come."

The last sentence was as soft as a cloud. Meng Xi looked over, but Song Zhiyi just took a step forward at this moment.

Almost leaning against each other, the faint mint aroma infuses irresistibly.

Song Zhiyi stretched out her hand, Meng Xi was stunned for a moment, and reflexively avoided, she saw her... Unscrew the door handle.

Meng Xi: "…"

Won't you say a word to open the door?

Song Zhiyi seemed not to notice her dodging, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng, see you next time."

she left.

The sunset outside the window was about to burn out, and there was a faint aroma left in the reception room. Meng Xi, who was left behind, unconsciously bent his fingers and rubbed it, his expression changed.