She Really Hates

Meng Xi returned to the living room absentmindedly, and the cold air ran in following her door, which was opened and closed.

Meng Zhao didn't lift his head: "Have you finished the phone call with your little girlfriend?"

Meng Xi paused, speechless: "..." What little girlfriend? Do you all think I'm out of the closet?

She didn't want to explain.

But Meng Zhao's attitude was strangely irritating. When she thought about it, she still scolded "You are sick!" before going upstairs to rest.

Song Zhiyi should have arrived at the hotel.

Meng Xi was lying on the bed after washing up, tossing and turning for a long time without falling asleep. The question crossed his mind, and he wanted to send a message to ask. He turned on his phone and looked at it, it was almost two o'clock.

I guess she has fallen asleep.

But Meng Xi couldn't sleep.

She had to admit that she was really a person with a lot of sympathy, especially for Song Zhiyi.

Maybe it's because her physical condition is too good, and she looks like a weak beauty that is pitiful; maybe it's because she was really miserable in the past... Anyway, Meng Xi treated her very well.

When receiving a call from Song Zhiyi at the venue, across a long distance, with the cheers of thousands of people at the scene, Meng Xi was struck by the loneliness in the phrase "Happy New Year".

Did Song Zhiyi realize it?

When she really wants to act like a spoiled child and want to depend on others, she always gives up halfway.

That snowy day many years ago was like this. If it wasn't for Meng Xi who just happened to go out for a walk, she would have to return without success when she was wandering outside. It was the same at Song Peng's funeral. Would Meng Xi know that she lost contact? Surely she will be found before anyone else? There was one link that was not connected, and she just blew the cold wind for a long time. To be honest, this possibility is relatively high. Meng Xi just turned back and ran to the cemetery to find her, which is a coincidence of coincidences.

It still is.

"I want to celebrate the New Year with you", just say it directly, but just mention it jokingly.

If she knew that she cared about this matter so much, she would find an opportunity to call when she was recording the show. Meng Xi would not give up because of Mrs. Meng's objection.

should go see her.

If it weren't for Meng Zhao's "little girlfriend", Meng Xi would be on his way now.

But when she said that, Meng Xi thought of what Song Zhiyi said that day.

distance of friends.

These five word boxes killed her actions. For example, the language "counterattack" that crossed the line a little on the day of the class reunion was still within the range of friends. I went to her for a sentence in the middle of the night. No matter what I thought, it was a bit wrong.

...do nothing then?

Meng Xi sat up from the bed in annoyance.

Two seconds later, she resigned, turned on the light, lifted the quilt and started changing.

Pack yourself as fast as you can, bring your phone and car keys.

Meng Xila opened the door and met Meng Zhao in the corridor on the second floor who had returned to the study after making coffee.

…dedicated.

Even if she got used to it, Mengxi still admired her for her enthusiastic work at this moment.

Meng Zhao asked, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Meng Xi hehe, blocked back with what she just said: "Meet my little girlfriend."

She thought that Meng Zhao wouldn't take it seriously, but before she took two steps, she heard her leisurely voice behind her.

"Meng Xi, think about it clearly. It's just for fun. If you are serious, your parents will not agree."

"…"

Meng Xi didn't want to explain her relationship with Song Zhiyi now, and couldn't explain it for a while.

But Meng Zhao, a chatting genius, is really annoying.

So it didn't take long for history to repeat itself. Meng Xi turned around and said, "You are sick! Really, take the time to treat your brain. I don't have time to talk to you now, so let's go."

As Meng Xi walked to the garage, she called Song Zhiyi's agent and asked for the specific location of the hotel.

Although it is in the same city, it is far enough away.

Even if there was no traffic jam at this point, Meng Xi pressed the edge of the speed limit and drove so hard that he had to install two wings to take off, and it was more than four o'clock when he arrived at the place.

At this time, everyone who can sleep is asleep, and the street lights are not on. It is the darkest and quietest time of the day.

There were so many cars parked near the hotel that I couldn't find a parking space at a glance.

Meng Xi walked around for a long time before finding a vacant parking space. On the way, I also met two squatting entertainment reporters. Their work attitude was almost the same as that of Meng Zhao's workaholic.

Are they all sleepy?

Anyway, Meng Xi was sleepy. When I don't sleep in the middle of the night, I'm full of energy, and my eyes start to get sore in the morning.

Meng Xi turned off the fire, but didn't get out of the car. He crossed his fingers on the steering wheel and began to think deeply about life—

What is she here for?

At this point, Song Zhiyi must be sound asleep. Is she going to make a phone call and shout out "Happy New Year"?

They say don't make decisions on impulse in the big night, and it's true. For example, she ran over with a fever at the moment, but she could only sit in the car.

Too stupid.

But she didn't regret it.

Meng Xi thought for a while, and finally set an alarm clock, then put down the backrest and decided to take a nap before Song Zhiyi got up.

But sleeping in a car is anything but comfortable. She also slept for two hours and woke up without an alarm clock.

The sky is still bright.

Meng Xi straightened her hair in front of the mirror and wiped her face with a wet towel.

The air conditioner in the car was strangely stuffy. She opened the window to get some air, and she could smell the fragrance of pancakes and fruits wafting from the nearby breakfast stall.

…hungry.

Mumxibai thought about Song Zhiyi at breakfast, and subconsciously ordered more according to her taste.

When I got back to the car and reacted, I had to send her a message: [Are you awake? 】

…

Song Zhiyi was awakened by the sound of the message.

She hadn't slept soundly at first, and seemed to have a strange dream all night long.

The biological clock was working well, and when it was close to the usual time to get up, I heard the sound of the mobile phone again, and I woke up in a hazy.

【are you awake? 】

It was news from Meng Xi. Look at the time again, it's 6:53.

Yesterday, the curtains were not drawn tightly, and the narrow gap penetrated into the gray sky outside.

Song Zhiyi saw the environment she was in, and her memory slowly returned to her cage.

She first replied to Meng Xi's news: [Wake up, why do you get up so early? 】

Maybe I was too tired yesterday and didn't get enough rest. Lying on the bed and pressing the phone felt a sense of leisure, she rarely remembered it, she just turned over holding the screen.

【Meng Xi: You are not so early】

[Meng Xi: Have you had breakfast? 】

[Know what I mean: Not yet, how about you? What are you going to eat for breakfast? 】

【Meng Xi: Pancakes and Fruits with Soy Milk】

[Meng Xi: I already bought it, you didn't eat it just fine, hurry down and catch up with the hot food]

…

Song Zhiyi sat up suddenly.

She walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the curtain. The dim skylight poured in in the blink of an eye, illuminating the interior.

Song Zhiyi thought of the night Meng Xi was drunk. She once said nonsensely: "There are too many white cars... Why don't you use a unique color? It's easier to recognize."

At that time, Song Zhiyi was thinking that Meng Xi's cars are indeed recognizable.

Sure enough.

Meng Xi's car was parked where she could see it at a glance. The pink background was especially girly, but she used black to draw punk-style lines and patterns on the door and the top cover. There was a big skull on the cover. Look. It's sweet and cool, and stands out in a crowd of understated, unpretentious vehicles.

Except for Meng Xi, Song Zhiyi couldn't think of anyone else who would drive such a car out.

fifteen minutes later.

Song Zhiyi was sitting in Meng Xi's car, which was so cool that he had no friends.

She always eats slowly, perhaps because of her beauty, eating a pancake and fruit has the atmosphere of a French feast.

Meng Xi stared at her thoughtfully.

"…"

Song Zhiyi had no choice but to put down the half-eaten breakfast, "What do you think I do?"

Meng Xi said confidently: "Who made you come down so slowly, I have nothing to do after I finish eating. Don't talk and eat your food, don't eat or sleep."

Song Zhiyi said, "Then I've finished eating too."

"...It's a waste." Meng Xi saw that she really didn't want to eat, so she could only admit defeat, "Okay, I won't watch it, I'll play games for a while, you eat."

She said she didn't watch it, so she didn't watch it, so she opened "Survivor" and lined up.

Song Zhiyi turned to watch her play games, and slowly finished her breakfast as the sharpshooter shot a child.

When the soy milk cup was empty, Song Zhiyi packed up the trash and asked her, "Why did you come here?"

Meng Xi, who was still in the game, shook his hand and almost missed.

She said calmly: "Me? What else can I do, come to work. Just drop by to see you."

"That's it."

Meng Xi thought about it.

Song Zhiyi asked, she was determined not to admit that she came here specially for her.

If you don't admit it, you don't.

There is no need to face the troublesome problem of distance between friends.

But for this clumsy lie made up temporarily, Song Zhiyi's sentence "this is it" has no sequel. It would have been a good thing for her not to pursue it, but Meng Xi was inexplicably disappointed and a little apprehensive, and glanced aside.

Song Zhiyi kept looking at her.

"…"

Meng Xi was slightly embarrassed when he was caught on the spot. She lowered her head to continue operating the game, but found that her sharpshooter was attacked to death after a short while.

...just outrageous.

Meng Xi remembered the ID that killed her and quit the game angrily.

"Okay, I just took the time to say Happy New Year to you." Meng Xi said, "Are you going to have something to do later? I... um, I came to play with you after work."

Song Zhiyi responded.

But she didn't mean to get out of the car, instead she put the wreckage of the breakfast in her hand in front of the car window.

"Meng Xi... Didn't you ask me before, what did you do when you were drunk that day?"

"Um?"

Meng Xi didn't know how the topic jumped to this matter, "Did you want to talk?"

In fact, it doesn't matter what she did that day...

Meng Xi had long since given up his memories.

Song Zhiyi seemed to ponder for a while, and said to her, "Come here again."

Meng Xi: "…"

Is it necessary to whisper like this with only two people sitting in the car?

Meng Xi suspected that Song Zhiyi was joking, and leaned forward cooperatively, feeling her shoulders sink, and looking sideways, Song Zhiyi put her hand on her shoulder.

Before she could turn her eyes back, she was kissed.

...a very soft kiss.

Like a snowflake falling on the lips, it was melted by the body temperature.

Before Meng Xi could react, Song Zhiyi had already left slowly, followed by the sudden panicked heartbeat. She looked into her blank eyes and said softly:

"That's it."