She Really Hates

The door of the room opened briefly, then closed again, and Meng Xi left.

Song Zhiyi, who had been left behind, stood up slowly, the frail temperament that lingered between her brows and pretending to be strong, the fragility and shaking after being frightened, were wiped away in the blink of an eye, leaving a beautiful but expressionless face.

She turned on the bright overhead light, and the dimness that she had created was instantly dispelled by the bright light.

The music festival is going to be held for several days, and it is not possible to get sick yet.

Song Zhiyi went back to the bathroom to dry her hair, changed into pajamas, and applied medicine to the wound in front of the mirror.

Her mobile phone was charging on the bedside table, and it rang several times during this period, and the screen was bright and dim, and no one paid attention.

It wasn't until he finished what he was supposed to do, that another call came from the other end tirelessly, and Song Zhiyi took it easy.

"...What's the matter with you?! Broken hand or deafness, how many calls have I made, and I'm only now answering!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't hear when I was washing..."

Song Zhigao on the other end of the phone opened his mouth to scold him.

Song Zhiyi walked to the balcony, opened the window, and the cold night wind ruffled her hair. She spoke in an unusually weak tone, but the blurred profile of her face reflected in the window was expressionless.

This hotel is not built low. Song Zhiyi's room is on the twelfth floor, which is a height that makes people's heart beat faster and dizzy when looking down.

The starless and moonless night was lit by neon lights, Song Zhiyi looked at the colorful and twinkling city, and dealt with Song Zhigao just right.

After venting his restless emotions, he bluntly comforted her a few words, and couldn't wait to say what he meant:

"...There is another reminder! You give me some more money, no more than two million, and I will definitely pay it back to you after the emergency. You don't want those debt collectors to come to you, they know you. It's my sister's!"

Sure enough, it's asking for money.

Song Zhiyi used to coerce and lure him a few times before, and he always wanted to give as much as he wanted, but this time he didn't get his wish.

"This... I can't come up with that much money now..." she said in an embarrassed voice, "It's only 200,000 at most."

"How is that possible?! Aren't you very good? Those little stars don't just take on a job like that! Don't you want to give it to you, bitch, you don't think I can come to the door with a broken leg right now..."

Song Zhiyi said, "No, no, I'm really out of money... Dad came here before, and he said that you borrow money to gamble, so why not..."

Song Zhigao was furious: "Dad, Dad! That dead old man doesn't care whether we live or die, and you still listen to him every single daddy! What did he say that you shouldn't lend it to me?"

Song Zhiyi knew that he was now afraid of being called by a debt collector. She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, still with a weak persuasion in her tone:

"Don't say that... Dad is also doing it for your own good. When he makes money, won't he be able to pay off the debt for you?"

"Pay the debt for me? He wished he hadn't given birth to my son!"

Song Zhigao sneered and suddenly reacted, "You lent him all your money?!"

Song Zhiyi can only admit: "Yes... He originally told me not to tell you, but you asked me for money, and I really can't get it now..."

There was no sound over there, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "200,000 is 200,000, pass it to me."

He hangs up.

so angry...

Can probably think of Song Zhigao's desperate situation now, Song Zhiyi laughed lightly, found a contact and sent a message, and after confirming that the other party received it, he cleared the chat history.

Before she quit WeChat, her fingertips could not help but stay in a chat box for a long time... In the end, nothing was posted.

At the same time, Meng Xi was hesitant to look at the chat records with Song Zhiyi.

No one expected that an accident like a fanatic fan chasing a car would suddenly happen. Now that everything was settled, she lay on the bed and remembered that she was looking for Song Zhiyi for something.

However, if you think about it carefully, after all, it's just a matter that is unnecessary to say or not. She was so entangled in her mind before that she just got into trouble.

When Meng Xi met Song Zhiyi, her brain became childish and excited, because the memories that had been awakened unexpectedly cooled down.

They are not only tit-for-tat and see each other as a thorn in the past, but also have memories of getting along closely.

But Meng Xi rarely recalled, or forced himself not to think about it.

The ending of the peaceful time when the meteor flashed was too abrupt and tragic. Recalling the defeat of the two in the battle will at most make people angry and angry, and unwilling... But good memories will give birth to pain.

If Song Zhiyi knew that she was still brooding over a worthless friendship, wouldn't she be complacent?

Meng Xi would never let this happen.

She turned off the phone and closed her eyes to sleep.

Maybe she was a little tired. Meng Xi had no dreams all night. She didn't say goodbye to Song Zhiyi when she woke up the next day, so she packed up and flew back to China.

She was very busy, and Song Zhiyi was not busy either. The two of them had their own business, so they couldn't meet each other in time.

Although the relationship between Su Yuan has eased, and occasionally Song Zhiyi will start a conversation, Meng Xi's response is not very warm.

But in the end, she is a partner, and she is barely an acquaintance... It will be her birthday in a few days, do you want to buy a gift by the way...

When Meng Xi took time out to accompany Mrs. Meng out for shopping, she inadvertently thought of this.

Her eyes fell on a certain display cabinet.

With Christmas approaching, businesses are starting to use the festive atmosphere to do all kinds of tricks.

The brooches in this showcase are made of holly branches. Although it is red and green, the color is very heavy. The dark green leaves are interspersed with vermilion fruits. It is not as bright and jumpy as the common holly decoration at Christmas, but it is elegant and cool.

Seeing her stop, the shopping guide came up and introduced with a wink: "Mr. Meng is interested in this brooch? You can take it out and take a look. It is a limited edition specially designed by Master S.C for this year's Christmas store celebration..."

Meng Xi was not interested in these introductions of adding a few zeros to the product, but she really liked it and bought it directly.

Mrs. Meng was a little surprised: "It's rare that you buy such accessories as gifts?"

Meng Xi responded vaguely.

Let's talk about whether to send it or not... She just looked at it and bought it.

Seeing her indecisive appearance, Mrs. Meng shook her head, but didn't ask any further questions.

The mother and daughter strolled around, and Mrs. Meng called. She looked at the caller, frowned imperceptibly, and went elsewhere to pick it up.

But it didn't take long for the phone call, and when she came back, Meng Xi's ugly face made Meng Xi's heart skip a beat.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Meng Xi hurriedly stepped forward to help her, "Who's calling, is there something wrong at home?"

For a while, she wondered if the Meng family had gone bankrupt following the path of that dream, but Mrs. Meng waved her hand.

"It's your Uncle Song..."

Madam Meng closed her eyes, "Your Uncle Song... passed away."