She Really Hates

The music festival opened with Song Zhiyi's amazing piano solo, and the subsequent performances did not disappoint.

Meng Xi was a little absent-minded at first, but then immersed himself in it.

Waiting for the curtain call of the grand ceremony, it is already late at night, and the roadside outside the manor is lit up with lights and shadows of trees. When Meng Xi left, she left with Father Meng and Madam Meng, but she got in the car and hesitated for a while, but she still didn't go back to the hotel immediately.

She has something to say to Song Zhiyi.

Regarding Su Yuan's matter - that was the plan, but at this stall, Meng Xi actually hadn't thought about what to say.

Thanks? Seems a little weird.

Maybe you should listen to Su Yuan and stop worrying about what happened so many years ago. Take this opportunity to make it clear, and then just be…

Meng Xi was a little upset.

She turned her head and asked Xiao Zhu in the driver's seat, "How long has it been?"

"It's almost forty minutes."

Xiao Zhu looked at his phone, then glanced at his boss, who couldn't hide his impatience, and suggested carefully, "Miss Song might have something else to do, or maybe she left through another exit? Or... give me a call and ask?"

He couldn't understand why the boss and others didn't make an appointment to meet, why he was just waiting here.

It's quite possible what he said.

Meng Xi looked at the gate of the manor through the car window. The spot where she was parked was illuminated by the street lights, and the end of her eyes was engulfed by the night. After the guests who came to the music festival left, they were dim and deserted.

There was no sign of anyone coming out, but at the edge of the light, a man with a black coat and messy hair was squatting at some point. Look at his messy appearance, like a homeless man from somewhere.

But how did the homeless come here?

As soon as Meng Xi's vigilance rose, the nearby security personnel dutifully came over to ask a few words, and drove the person away.

Seeing this, Meng Xi didn't pay attention to that, but unlocked the phone.

...do you want to call Song Zhiyi? That seemed too deliberate. She just felt that she just took this opportunity to say a few words, and the rest turned around and made a special appointment, so she waited at the door for a while.

Do not hit? Should you wait or just go? If she didn't see anyone, her forty minutes would be a loss.

Meng Xi was still struggling, but the phone vibrated with a buzzing sound, and a message was sent from the opposite side as if he had a good heart.

[Know my meaning: Are you in the hotel? 】

What does she ask this for?

The time when the news was sent was too coincidental, Meng Xi's heart was pounding twice, she restrained it, and replied cautiously: [Is there anything outside? 】

[Know my meaning: just to confirm your safety, foreign security is no better than domestic]

Meng Xi was startled, and suddenly didn't know what to do. The other side didn't seem to have any intention to continue this topic.

[Know what I mean: How can I sit with the teacher today? I've been looking for a long time, and I thought Mr. Meng didn't want to come]

Meng Xi didn't even know how to respond.

Besides, her mood is really complicated now. Su Yuan said that Song Zhiyi has helped a lot. Recently, when she met her, she was soft-spoken and accommodating in every possible way. The previous battle against Maimang could not be found, but the other party gets along like a friend...it's still too weird. right?

After a long time, she replied: [Long story]

Song Zhiyi's phone came in.

Qingyue's piano bell suddenly rang in the car, Meng Xi was caught off guard by her, and after a moment of hesitation, she clicked to answer.

"…Hey?"

Conversation and music could be heard in the background over the phone, but they soon faded. Song Zhiyi seemed to have gone a little further, and a soft voice came through the radio waves, with a slight smile like flying fluttering: "Mr. Meng, congratulations on your good result in "The Alien"."

Meng Xi was a little bewildered by her flying stroke.

It has also been a while since "Yi Ren" was launched, and the response has been very good. It is still at the top of the krypton gold list, and there is no sign of decline. While that's certainly something to congratulate...

Meng Xi said, "You called just to say this?"

Her attitude could be regarded as not giving face, but Song Zhiyi was not annoyed at all, her tone was still gentle and gentle: "Don't Mr. Meng talk a long time? I think it is more convenient to speak than to send a message."

Meng Xi didn't believe that she couldn't see that "long story" meant "don't want to talk".

As if guessing what she was thinking, Song Zhiyi made a belated "Ah" and apologized, "Is it inconvenient to tell me the reason? That's my superfluous act."

...pretend.

Meng Xi thought so in his heart, but he said, "It's not inconvenient, it's just that my friend and I changed places."

Song Zhiyi thought about it a little and understood: "Is that the friend who is in love with Xiaoyi recently?"

Miss He has "Yi" in her name. Song Zhiyi was Mr. He's student, so it was not surprising that the two of them knew each other.

But Meng Xi's mood was quite subtle.

I'm afraid Han Yuming is not a fake "male protagonist", right? Listening to the voice, Song Zhiyi don't care, I'm afraid he doesn't even remember who he is...

"Yes, it's him."

After Meng Xi finished speaking in a complicated mood, just as she was about to spit out a few words, she suddenly felt that something was wrong - why did she just follow Song Zhiyi's words?

She woke up and said before Song Zhiyi said the next sentence: "Are you still in the manor?"

Song Zhiyi said, "Yes, there are still some things. What's wrong?"

Meng Xi opened his mouth, not knowing where to start. For a long time, Song Zhiyi seemed to realize something, and tacitly let the silence flow.

Meng Xi said: "...Forget it. It was unclear on the phone, which hotel are you staying at?"

Song Zhiyi reported her name. Meng Xi asked Xiao Zhu to book a room and said to her, "Wait for you to come back. If it's too late, I'll talk tomorrow."

Song Zhiyi said, "I won't make you wait too long."

She was originally invited by a friend and stayed for a get-together, but after the phone call, she lost her mind and left the venue early on the pretext of being unwell.

The assistant's regret is visible to the naked eye. After all, it is not usually possible to enter here casually, not to mention the use of the castle to hold a banquet. Such a rare experience, it is a pity to leave in such a hurry.

…It may be normal to think like that. Song Zhi thought.

And she is the abnormal one, she actually thinks that going back to the hotel is more attractive than the old ornate castle night banquet... If she misses it, she will be even more regretful.

Song Zhiyi's thoughts gradually drifted away.

At this time, the driver suddenly swallowed nervously: "Miss Song, it seems that a car is following us."

The streets in the middle of the night are cold and spacious, and it is easy to find anything unusual.

Song Zhiyi glanced back, and in addition to their car, there was indeed an old minivan following behind, and there were many stains on the car.

She frowned: "Drive faster."

Needless to say, the driver was already speeding up. But they were fast, and the car behind was biting hard.

It was obvious that there was a problem, Song Zhiyi did not hesitate and called the police directly.

For the sake of convenience, the hotel she booked was not far from here, and she arrived at the door in a while, but now the situation is not easy to stop.

The car in the back will follow the car to the place where there are people. If the person in the car chases down the car with a weapon on him, or drives directly into the car, the consequences can be expected to be tragic. The hotel has security, but it can't prevent it. Live gangsters go crazy.

Perhaps the driver did not expect that he was going to turn into the hotel parking lot. Song Zhiyi saw the horizontal barrier over there and was about to ask him not to stop and drive forward.

The car behind suddenly accelerated, and in the scream of the assistant, it slammed into this side!

In the violent impact, Song Zhiyi's phone slipped out and fell under the seat.

At that moment, her finger touched the call record by mistake, the phone rang twice and was connected.