She Really Hates

girlfriend?

Tao Fei looked at Meng Xi, who was leaning against the car door and looked unhappy, then looked at Song Zhiyi, who turned his eyes away, the smile on his lips was much more real, and then turned back to look at Meng Xi...

Rao was him, but at this time he couldn't keep calm, his expression changed a few times strangely, and then he came back to his senses and let out a haha.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding." He changed back to a good-natured smile and said, "I saw that Song didn't drive over, so I thought about taking her on the way. Now that Mr. Meng is here, I don't need me anymore."

"…yes?"

Meng Xi looked at Song Zhiyi.

She had just arrived, so she didn't know what was going on. Just seeing Tao Fei blocking people, Song Zhiyi's attitude was cold, and thinking of his relationship with Wang Lan, he was naturally vigilant.

She knew that Meng Shi was discussing cooperation with the Tao family recently. But she didn't care about Meng Shi, so she didn't have any scruples in speaking.

If Song Zhiyi made a complaint at this time, it would never be good.

Tao Fei could think of this when he saw Meng Xi's attitude, and he couldn't help but focus his attention on Song Zhiyi. He couldn't say how much he was afraid of Meng Xi—she was not the head of the Meng family, and no matter what happened, she would never want to offend her and make trouble.

In the eyes of the two of them either asking or nervous, Song Zhiyi smiled gently: "I appreciate Mr. Tao's kindness, so I won't bother you this time."

She didn't say anything other than this unsalted greeting.

Tao Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that her words were somewhat meaningful.

No trouble "this time", what about next time?

Tao Fei pondered in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Then don't disturb the two of you, I'll go first. Mr. Meng, we can talk again when we have a chance."

Since he didn't do anything, Meng Xi let go of his aggressive gaze just now, but his attitude was not enthusiastic.

Although it is not considered rude, but in Tao Fei's view, there is an inadvertently revealing appearance.

... but he was a prodigal dog who couldn't compete with Meng Zhao and was expelled from the center of interest.

Tao Fei was unhappy.

He didn't believe that the Meng sisters were really as harmonious as they appeared.

However, he was a little bit afraid of the Meng family behind Meng Xi. Although he was still in his mind, he didn't plan to do anything for a while.

The car started, Tao Fei rolled up the window, and finally glanced at the two figures standing intimately together.

two women...

He thought, Meng Xi did not hide in front of him, but did the Meng family know about her?

Tao Fei left.

Meng Xi always felt that the atmosphere in which he and Song Zhiyi were talking was a little subtle, and asked worriedly, "He really didn't embarrass you?"

"Don't worry, no."

In fact, it can't be counted as nothing, but after seeing each other for a long time, Song Zhiyi didn't want to talk to Meng Xi about such a bad mood. She exposed it lightly: "It's just to be courteous to me. I saw you today, and I'm afraid I won't do it again in the future."

Hearing this, Meng Xi frowned: "Stay away from him in the future, this person doesn't have a good reputation in this regard."

If Tao Fei was just flirtatious and liked to have fun, Meng Xi would not worry at all—how could Song Zhiyi like him. But this person also had rumors of forcing high school students and finally forcing the little girl to jump off the building.

Meng Xi didn't check whether it was true or not, but since he had his eye on Song Zhiyi, it was always right to stay away from him.

Of course Song Zhiyi listened to her.

This is temporarily reversed. Meng Xi first went to the hotel where Song Zhiyi was staying to get her luggage, and then drove back to the apartment.

The two of them lived far apart, and it was not very convenient to travel between them. Before Song Zhiyi lived abroad temporarily for work, Meng Xi had suffered enough from long-distance love. Now that she returns to China, she can't wait to see it in front of her eyes every day. How can she endure living in two places?

It just so happened that Song Zhiyi was resting during this period of time and simply moved into her place.

"I cleaned up a piano room for you." Meng Xi had already prepared it, and now he talked to her enthusiastically, "You don't need to move the piano here. But recently, Sprite has been shedding badly, you Don't put it in, otherwise, when you look back at the piano, there will be dog hair in the seams of the keys... By the way, I arbitrarily arranged the decoration, if you don't like it, ask someone to change it."

How could Song Zhiyi not like it.

There was a traffic jam on the road. When they arrived at Meng Xi's residence, the meals prepared by the housekeeper were already cold.

She can't eat cold food. Meng Xi went to the hot food while dealing with the enthusiastic dog. She pushed Song Zhiyi, who wanted to help, out of the kitchen and sent her to visit.

Song Zhiyi couldn't resist her, so he walked around the living room and opened a room, which happened to be the piano room that Meng Xi had cleaned up for her.

It was already dark outside, and the curtains were drawn in the room, so no light could penetrate.

Song Zhiyi could only see the general outline through the light sprinkled in from the living room, but after eliminating the food smell in the kitchen because Meng Xi restarted the pot, he could smell the faint aroma of flowers and trees.

She touched the switch at the door of the room.

click.

The lights came on, not the kind of bright ceiling lights, but Yingying lamps scattered all over the room. The light was bright but soft and not dazzling, overflowing the room.

Song Zhiyi looked around.

The ivory-white piano stood quietly in the center, probably because of her preference, the decoration of this room was basically white.

But compared to Song Zhiyi's empty piano room, the decorations here are much richer. There are light-colored log flower stands on all sides, and fragrant seasonal flowers are planted in various ceramic pots; a snack cabinet is also set up in the corner, and the soft sofa is against the wall, which is long and wide enough for one person to lie down and rest. The glass coffee table is covered with a fresh and simple tablecloth, and a complete set of tea sets are placed.

The wall facing the door has been changed to a full-length French window. If the curtains are raised during the day, the lighting must be good.

If Song Zhiyi was allowed to decide for himself, he would never have set up the piano room like this.

But since Meng Xi did it for her, there wasn't a single thing she didn't like.

Song Zhiyi sat in front of the piano and tried the pitch.

The sound of Qingyue's piano reverberated in the room. She pressed the keys and played "Adirina by the Water".

It's like the missing notes on the score returned one by one at this time, and they were full of embellishments. She played it fluently this time, and she never felt that "missing something" once.

Song Zhiyi looked at his hand, and suddenly turned his head with a sense of feeling, Meng Xizheng leaned against the door and looked at her with a gentle smile.

Her lace apron hasn't been taken off yet - this is still around "Survivor", her slightly curly hair is tied behind her head, it is the work of Song Zhiyi just before she was pushed out of the kitchen, the smell of oil smoke on her body is extremely aggressive Strong, and the faint floral fragrance in the room was covered in an instant.

"Is it all right?"

"Not yet, you play yours."

Song Zhiyi was about to stand up, but Meng Xi stopped him.

She is in a pretty good mood now.

Song Zhiyi was bathed in the soft light, and her originally flawless face became even more beautiful. The snow-white shirt and dress were dyed a thin blue by the halo. Sitting in front of the piano surrounded by flowers, she looked like an elf running from somewhere.

And this elf now lives in the garden she prepared.

The more Meng Xi looked at it, the more itchy her heart became.

She said, "I haven't given you a present yet." She turned to the bedroom and took out a white flannel box the size of two hands.

Song Zhiyi opened it in her gesture, and was a little surprised when she saw what was inside.

"choker?"

"I saw it when I was shopping with my mother, and I thought it was quite suitable for you." Meng Xi said, "Can I bring it for you?"

That eagerness to try, like a little girl encountering a Barbie doll that she can dress up as she likes, Song Zhiyi laughed a little.

Of course she wouldn't refuse, and let Meng Xi part her long smooth hair and put it on for her.

"Will it be too tight?"

Meng Xi stood behind Song Zhiyi, adjusting the elastic buttons to make the fabric close to her skin, fearing that she would be uncomfortable.

Song Zhiyi shook his head slightly: "No...just right."

"Um…"

The golden butterfly decoration was moved by Meng Xi's fingertips. She originally wanted to adjust the position of the choker, but her eyes narrowed slowly.

It really fits.

Black soft leather surrounds the thin neck, and the lace hollows on the edge reveal snow-white skin... The piece from the back of the neck to the shoulders is cut by this sharp and contrasting cross, making it even more suet-like. White and soft.

Meng Xi's fingertips lightly stroked.

Her other hand, which was on Song Zhiyi's shoulder, was suddenly held.

"It's a little itchy..."

Song Zhiyi's ears were dyed light red.

Her voice sounded in the piano room that had been quiet for some time, soft as a falling petal, the bright red color fell into the center of Meng Xi's heart lake, causing a circle of ripples.

Meng Xi's hand moved away.

She leaned over and kissed softly on the edge of the choker's lace.

The warm lips touched the skin, and the breath softly brushed, bringing shivering heat.

Song Zhiyi tightened his back for a moment, his waist and abdomen were so soft that he couldn't exert any strength. Slowly, he forced himself to relax again, and let go of the conditioned reflex defense.

She held Meng Xi's hand very hard, but did not leave or refuse.

The slightly rapid breathing caused the body to rise and fall. The golden butterfly that rested on the back of the neck shimmered, and its thin wings fluttered slightly, as if it really wanted to come alive and fly into the flowers.

"Meng Xi..." she shouted.

Meng Xi stopped.

She hugged Song Zhiyi's waist from behind and buried her face in her shoulders.

"It's over." Meng Xi's voice was dull, and he didn't really want to face the reality, "My dish..."

Vegetables are burnt.

Fortunately, only the one that needs to be returned to the pot is left, and the other Meng Xi just simmered for a while and can still eat.

The two made do with dinner, Song Zhiyi was in charge of cleaning the dishes, and Meng Xi answered the phone.

It was Meng Zhao who called. She asked, "Can you come back tomorrow?"

Meng Xi said, "No way."

Tomorrow is Friday again. But Mrs. Meng hasn't returned from a trip. Father Meng and Meng Zhao are often away from home, and it's very likely that they won't see anyone when they go back - not to mention that Meng Xi himself is not free, so he really doesn't want to waste time running around.

Meng Zhao's voice was playful, half-smiling, "Want to accompany your little girlfriend?"

"…"

Of course this is also an important reason. But Meng Xi didn't want to discuss with her, so he pretended he didn't hear it, and asked instead, "What, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, just ask."

After Meng Zhao finished speaking, he decisively hung up the phone.

Meng Xi: "...???"

She stared at the phone that automatically jumped back to the homepage, feeling inexplicable and alert—

The man asked this, what is he trying to do?