MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 2

"Do pianists need such a high face value now? [doge] [picture]"

"It's nothing special, I'll [doge] the first four bars too"

"A screenshot of my sister's face, no thanks [picture]"

"I've heard many versions of Winter Breeze, and the handling of this version is my favorite."

"Mom! I saw the angel! I originally clicked in to enjoy the music, but I was killed by the last look back. My sister didn't marry He Liao [cry] [cry]"

The popularity of this Weibo was very high, and Meng Xi flipped through the comments, which were basically all compliments to Song Zhiyi.

嘁... They are all little fools who are blinded by appearances. She lacked interest and was in a complicated mood, so she turned off the phone.

The windows of the ward were open, and the sun lit the room brightly, and the white curtains were blown by the breeze, revealing the round cactus potted plants on the windowsill.

Meng Xi stared at it for a while, and then flashed Song Zhiyi's childish face when she was a student...and that look.

"...tsk."

She sat up irritably and let the nurse push the bottle to the next ward.

Han Yuming was hanging his broken leg and playing games while sitting on the hospital bed.

He was very energetic, and even when he hit a bad place, he enthusiastically opened the microphone to greet his teammates. He didn't even realize that Meng Xi came in until he was patted on the head: "Grass, who is it... Meng Xi!?"

He flicked excitedly: "You're awake! It scared me to death before!"

Meng Xi didn't believe it: "I think you're having a good time."

"How can it be, having fun while suffering." Han Yuming lowered his head as he said, "Wait a minute! I'll finish this first."

Meng Xi: "…"

Han Yuming's victory ended with a crushing victory on the opposite side. He and his teammates greeted each other cordially for a few minutes before putting down the phone: "...Oh, I can't carry it! When did you wake up?"

"I didn't wake up for a long time." Meng Xi said, looking at him for a moment with a strange look, until he saw his hair all over, and then asked coldly, "Did we ever get engaged when we were in high school?"

Han Yuming: "... Your brain is broken?"

"Ha ha."

Meng Xi raised his leg and kicked his hospital bed.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Han Yuming quickly protected his legs, "Sister, forgive me for being mean."

He recalled: "It seems that there is such a thing. But isn't that what our parents said? Could it be that my uncle and aunt have brought up the old thing again because of me being a hero to save the beauty this time? It's not impossible..."

"Dreams less." Meng Xi sneered, "I am a law-abiding citizen who pays attention to public order and good customs, and I don't mess with Lun."

Han Yuming: "Ah? When did we have a blood relationship?"

Meng Xi: "Beginning in junior high school, the father you recognized, good son."

Han Yuming's face was full of words: "..."

Meng Xi thought he was going to create a medical miracle, so he jumped up and retorted, but he shrank spinelessly, and even admitted: "Okay, then, may I ask you, Dad, is your noble head okay? Can you log in to the game and enjoy your face? Your good son who is about to quit?"

What an act of iron slavery! Meng Xi was amazed.

After Meng Xi woke up, the absurd plot in the dream did not dissipate, but became clearer and clearer, always running out to occupy her brain.

She was still a little annoyed at first, but after chatting with Han Yuming, she was convinced that she would not be able to die for such a mental handicap, so she could go back to recuperate in peace.

Her injury looked serious at the time, but it was much better than Han Yuming's fractured fracture. It didn't take long before she left him and returned to China first.

After all, unlike an idler like Han Yuming who eats and waits to die, she has a job.

The Meng family's industry is a family inheritance. After several generations of accumulation, the Meng family group covers all walks of life, and in the hands of Meng's father, it has taken advantage of the tide of Internet development.

As one of the heirs of such a huge business empire, Meng Xi is not like her older sister Meng Zhao, who showed her business talent at the age of seventeen or eighteen. a game company.

In the words of Father Meng, it means "not doing the right job".

However, after the mobile game "Survivor" developed by Meng Xi's company reached the top of the global krypton gold list last year, he never said it again.

Instead, it was replaced with "keep your way, don't think about making progress".

Meng Xi just pretended not to hear.

The company's management system is very perfect. Meng Xi also worked hard during the recovery period, and he did not lose anything because of the half month.

On the contrary, after being discharged from the hospital, some entertainment cannot be avoided.

"...that's the most troublesome thing."

At the reception held by the partner, Meng Xi hid on the terrace on the second floor and complained to his friends on the phone, "Before we talk about business, we have to eat and eat, and we go back and forth to develop relationships, as if we will get benefits because of this friendship when we sign a contract. ,whispering sound."

Su Yuan on the other end of the phone smiled softly: "If you don't like it, just show up and go back earlier."

Meng Xi pretended to be arrogant: "Forget it, give him some face."

After calculating the time, Meng Xi hung up the phone without talking much and returned to the banquet.

Passing by the restroom on the second floor, someone walked out in disbelief. Meng Xi was almost knocked over by her, so she helped her to stand on the wall and frowned.

It was a young woman in a red dress, a little familiar, Meng Xi couldn't remember where she had seen it. On the other hand, when the other party saw her, he seemed to be startled, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Meng Xi?!"

"We know each other?" Meng Xi really couldn't remember who she was.

The woman in the red dress heard the words, her face extremely stiff: "...You don't remember me?"

Should I remember? Meng Xi raised her eyebrows to look at her, she was quite confident in her memory - if she didn't remember it, it meant it wasn't important.

The woman in the red dress didn't know what to notice in her eyes, and her expression was extremely ugly, as if she had been greatly humiliated. In the end, she didn't say anything, just bent over to pick up the white paper bag that fell on the ground, and left here in a hurry.

…baffling.

Meng Xi didn't pay much attention to her, she straightened her skirt and continued to walk downstairs. The hall below was brightly lit, with staggered offerings, no different from before she left.

…except for someone extra.

Among the various guests, Meng Xi caught the figure at first sight.

The hazy white gauze skirt trapped the figure in a mist of snow, the black hair beside his ears was pulled back, and the diamond-shaped diamond earrings swayed gently at the soft chin line, reflecting an ice crystal-like light.

- Song Zhiyi.

With a shallow smile, she listened to the person next to her, but her delicate brows moved slightly, as if she was looking for something.

Until Meng Xi found her, she seemed to have a consonance in her heart, and those clear and delicate eyes turned to look at Meng Xi on the stairs from a distance across most of the venue.

"…"

After Song Zhiyi was stunned, he smiled slightly.

Meng Xi looked away casually, as if he didn't see her at all, and walked downstairs to chat with others. After a while and then inadvertently looked over there, Song Zhiyi had already withdrawn his gaze.

...cut, pretend.

The people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies. Meng Xi agreed with this sentence.

For example, she knew her opponent very well - Song Zhiyi used to stare at the things in her hands when she was distracted.

Even if they haven't seen each other for six years, the other party hasn't made much progress. It seemed that he was listening intently to the person in front of him, but he glanced at the wine glass in his hand with a high frequency.

Song Zhiyi definitely didn't show such indifference.

Meng Xi was a little strangely proud.

That's right, if she is the only one who is brooding about the past, isn't she a loser?

In the face of his former opponent, even the way of thinking has returned to high school. Meng Xi realized that if he didn't lose, he was the first to win. He picked up his wine glass and walked in Song Zhiyi's direction.

Song Zhiyi was really absent-minded.

"I heard that Miss Song likes the capital of country A very much, hehe, I don't really like living abroad, but recently I have the idea of ​​buying a villa there, you know..."

The middle-aged man with a big belly on the opposite side was bragging.

When he introduced himself, he tried to disguise himself as a handsome gentleman, but when he was talking, he couldn't hide his bragging nature.

Song Zhiyi's gaze swept across the warm orange lipstick on his collar, and smiled politely in return.

The champagne in his hand was taken casually, the crystal glass wall reflected dazzling lights, and the clear wine was like some kind of flowing gemstone, with a shimmering luster, very similar to the diamond necklace on Meng Xi's collarbone when he caught a glimpse just now.

Song Zhiyi didn't look over there, but traced the familiar and unfamiliar face in her mind.

The years seem to have treated her particularly favorably, and the six years have not worn off the slightest edge. When she raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, the fresh and wanton brilliance bloomed.

"Is Miss Song interested in wine?"

The man's questioning voice was somewhat dissatisfied. Song Zhiyi regained his senses and realized that he had been in a trance for too long, and smiled apologetically: "If you drink too much wine, your hands will become unstable. I haven't tried it very much. I heard that there is a winery under the name of President Wang, so I should be concerned about this. Is there a lot of research?"

She threw a topic, but the other party didn't answer, and said disapprovingly, "Miss Song is just too cautious, it's good to try it occasionally."

He made a gesture of waiting to clink glasses.

Song Zhiyi's smile faded a little: "I'm not good at drinking, so forget it this time."

Unexpectedly, the man lowered his face: "Miss Song, so disrespectful?"

The place where they spoke was far from the center of the party, and it was a little hidden.

Song Zhiyi glanced around calmly, didn't say anything, just smiled at him, just as he was about to leave, the young woman in the red dress walked over quickly, grabbed her, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? "

Seeing her, Mr. Wang's face softened a little: "Miss Ye."

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I've been excused earlier."

Ye Jiajia naturally exchanged the mixed juice in her hand for Song Zhiyi's champagne, smiled and clinked glasses with President Wang: "Thank you for supporting me before."

"Miss Ye, you're welcome, I just admire someone who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable like you."

After all, the two looked at Song Zhiyi at the same time, as if waiting for her to join in happily.

In Ye Jiajia's eyes, there was a vague plea.

The mixed juice is a clear orange color, and the crystal clear ice cubes are half-melted in it, and the coolness penetrates the palm of the hand through the wall of the glass.

Song Zhiyi's smile was almost invisible, but he looked at Ye Jiajia for a moment, and still raised his cup...

"Miss Song."

It was deliberately prolonged, so a somewhat lazy voice interrupted her movements.

Song Zhiyi's hand just stopped in the air, watching the ice cubes in the glass bump slightly, and slowly turned around.

Meng Xi stood not far away with a contemptuous expression.

Today, she wore a pure black dress with a tight waist and high slits on both sides, which perfectly highlighted her slender waist and long legs. She fluttered her long curly hair, raised her chin slightly and walked towards this side, full of confusion. Where did the high-spiritedness come from, and he was stunned to walk out of the catwalk style for a short period of time.

This occasion probably shouldn't be laughing. But Song Zhiyi couldn't hold back, and pursed her lips, revealing a slight smile.

In the next second, Meng Xi paused for a moment, and suddenly took a few steps, the red wine glass in his hand was poured, and all the crimson wine was splashed on Song Zhiyi's snow-white skirt.