She Really Hates

Meng Xi couldn't understand for a long time, why did Meng Zhao make a phone call and hang up after saying a few words? Really ask her if she will be back this week?

In the end, she simply gave up. Who has time to ponder Meng Zhao's whim?

She doesn't even have much time with her girlfriend Qingqing, and she has a lot of business to deal with. When the company is so busy, she has to pay a price for taking a long time to pick up people.

In the study, Meng Xi wore blue-light blocking glasses and worked on the computer.

Song Zhiyi sat on the single sofa next to her and used her mobile phone to help clear up the game routine.

Meng Xi listened to the game sound effects coming from the phone, pained and happy - the person she likes is with her, chatting with her from time to time, helping her pour a glass of water, get some things, and even staying up late to deal with work seems to be easy It's a happy thing; but when I'm busy, there are people who play happy games next to me, which is really itchy.

However, Song Zhiyi usually has a good rest and sleep time, and she starts to feel sleepy when it is time to sleep, and she can't hold it any longer.

Meng Xi saw that she was about to fall asleep on the sofa. In order to let her rest, she could only stop herself and go to sleep.

The next morning, Meng Xi was woken up by Sprite's enthusiastic face-licking offensive.

There is a dog in the house who can only open the door and must eat on time. One advantage is that there is no need to set an alarm clock.

Meng Xi dazedly pushed away the big plush that was lying on his body, silently and skillfully touched the tissue on the bedside table, and wiped the saliva from his face.

Under the urging of Xue Bi wagging her tail and following, Meng Xi quickly finished washing up.

Song Zhiyi's room was right next to her bedroom. When she passed by, the door was still closed, so no one should have woken up.

On a spring morning, the air was fresh and cool. Meng Xi wore long-sleeved pajamas, and after feeding the dog, she tied her hair and began to rummage through the ingredients in the refrigerator to make breakfast.

—She deliberately did not let the housekeeping aunt come over this morning, just for this.

Isn't it traditional for couples to live together and cook and eat together?

Meng Xi began to look forward to Song Zhiyi's move. It was the first time she fell in love. In order to avoid detours, she found a lot of reference materials and studied it.

However, she was reluctant to let Song Zhiyi's men who had bought excessive insurance to cook, so she had to come by herself - get up early to make a love breakfast for her girlfriend alone.

Meng Xi was in high spirits, humming out-of-tune songs, just thinking about Song Zhiyi's reaction, he was very happy.

The fried eggs sizzled in the pan and the aroma of the food wafted out.

Meng Xi took out the hot cheese toast slices, put the cooked omelette on top, as well as lettuce and bacon slices, spread the salad dressing, and cut them diagonally... After all, her cooking skills are not very superb. To guarantee good taste, only make this simple sandwich.

The milk is also hot.

After eating breakfast, Sprite came over to smell it and watched eagerly at the door of the kitchen.

Meng Xi ruthlessly avoided it, picked up her breakfast and walked out of the kitchen. Before she could knock on the door, Song Zhiyi came downstairs by herself.

She was wearing a white nightdress that hung down to the back of her feet, her long black and smooth hair spread over her shoulders, her face was a little absent from sleep, and her pure and beautiful eyebrows seemed to be a bit well-behaved.

Meng Xi put down her breakfast and unconsciously raised the corners of her lips: "Morning, girlfriend."

"morning…"

Song Zhiyi seemed to be still a little awake.

"Good morning kiss."

Meng Xi couldn't help but walked over and kissed her face. It was moist and moist after washing, and her tender skin was full of light fragrance.

After she kissed and waited for a while, seeing Song Zhiyi blinking, she didn't move, so she had to remind her: "And mine."

Song Zhiyi gradually woke up from the confusion in the morning. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh, and he chose to kiss him on the cheek.

Meng Xi was satisfied: "Come and have breakfast."

Song Zhiyi noticed it before: "You did it?"

"Yeah, love breakfast." Meng Xi sat down at the small dining table by the window, "Look, your girlfriend's craftsmanship is not bad."

Of course, Song Zhiyi joined in, and commented in that manner: "Well... it's really good, with all the colors and flavors. Mr. Meng doesn't play games, so he should be able to shine in the restaurant industry."

Meng Xi sat down opposite her, and suddenly laughed: "You have not tasted it yet, and you already know that it is full of flavors and fragrances. This navy has zero points, and you will have to deduct money."

Song Zhiyi looked at her brisk smile and laughed, "I don't need to taste it to know, it must taste good."

Just as she thought.

The soft toast is filled with the filling, the smoky flavor of the refreshing lettuce and bacon is filled with the fried egg, the salad dressing overflows from it, and the sweet and sour taste blends the ingredients together.

The flavor might not be great, and the sandwich itself doesn't make much of a difference. But Meng Xi on the opposite side looked over with his face supported, his shallow smiling eyes filled with warm sunlight, no matter what he was eating, it was like delicious food. Not to mention the breakfast she carefully prepared?

"What do you want for lunch?"

They had just finished breakfast, and Meng Xi had already started to think about the next meal with a long-term perspective, "I shouldn't be back at noon. If you stay at home, you can tell the housekeeper what you want to eat."

Song Zhiyi's attention was on her: "Then how do you eat?"

"Takeaway or the company cafeteria." Meng Xi thought about it, "I hired two chefs to cook, and the company cafeteria tastes good, especially the dessert after dinner... Would you like to try it?"

Her intention to bring Song Zhiyi to the company was obvious.

Song Zhiyi put the tableware and chopsticks in the dishwasher, pretended not to notice and said, "Will I go to the company with you? But I still want to practice the piano..."

"Ah, yes."

Meng Xi's disappointment was obvious.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips slightly to hold back a smile, and then said, "I can't do it in the morning. I'll go to you for dinner at noon?"

Meng Xi was easily happy again.

At about the same time, Meng Xi changed clothes and went out.

After she left, Song Zhiyi was the only one left in the apartment. It was a little empty, but it was hard to feel lonely.

There are traces of Meng Xi's life everywhere. The water cup she drank, the book she read halfway on the coffee table, the leaf bookmark showed a corner, and she threw it on the surrounding pillows on the sofa. White medicine bottle...and a dog who doesn't recognize the birth.

Xue Bi eagerly came over to play with her, and Song Zhiyi touched its head.

She neatly packed the water cup and put it together with her own - it was a couple's model, a smiling white cat and a cold black cat, the cat's tail was the handle, and the cup lid had pointed ears.

Two adorable kitten drinking glasses look amazingly matched together.

At first, Song Zhiyi agreed to stay here because Meng Xitai could act like a spoiled child, and she didn't want to be too far apart.

But she never imagined that living together would be such a situation—completely surrounded by someone's presence and breath. It can be expected that one day, the traces she left will also be integrated into it and become an inseparable part.

After Song Zhiyi finished practicing the piano, she helped Meng Xi walk the dog again, and then set off. It was almost lunch time when she arrived at Meng Xi's company.

She called in advance, and Meng Xi simply waited for her downstairs.

Under the uncontrollable side glances at the front desk, she held Song Zhiyi's hand in a generous manner, holding Song Zhiyi's hand to order food.

Of course, it also attracted everyone's attention in the cafeteria. Meng Xi didn't care about it - it would be made public sooner or later anyway.

Song Zhiyi didn't leave after the meal, and stayed with her in the office.

After Meng Xi dealt with more urgent affairs, she left work early without any psychological burden, and took Song Zhiyi to dinner.

She chose a private restaurant newly opened by a friend of hers. She had come here before for the show. The dishes were good and the decoration was very sentimental.

It was just that when I walked in the door, I seemed to see a familiar figure walking into the corner in front of the group of people in front.

"What's wrong?"

She just stopped for a while, and Song Zhiyi noticed it and turned her face to ask.

Meng Xi said, "It's nothing, it's just that I seem to have seen Meng Zhao."

She is really not surprised.

Looking at her group of people, it is estimated that they are not inviting the employees of the company to dinner or discussing business cooperation.

Meng Xi didn't take it to heart, and didn't plan to say hello. It's not someone who needs to greet each other. Both sides have their own business. Instead, they disturb each other.

Just as Meng Xi thought, Meng Zhao was indeed doing business here.

Not only her, but also Tao Fei.

The business has been discussed, the parties present are very satisfied, and the atmosphere is quite relaxed.

After a few rounds of persuasion at the dinner table, Meng Zhao excused her stomach discomfort and refused all those she could. With her identity here, no one would follow her ignorantly; on the contrary, Tao Fei smiled and refused to come. No matter how good the amount of alcohol is, he is also a little drunk afterward.

He left the table and went to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water to refresh himself. When I came out, I saw a thin and slender white figure standing on the aisle not far away.

Tao Fei narrowed his eyes.

At first, he thought that he was too drunk, but the man turned around slightly with the phone in his hand, showing his side face towards this side, with a beautiful and slender outline, which outlined a flawless face - there was no doubt that it was Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi came out to answer the phone.

She didn't have anything to avoid Meng Xi talking about, but Meng Xi also received an urgent call from work inside. It was inconvenient for two people to talk at the same time, so she came out first. But I didn't expect to meet Tao Fei here.

"Song!" Tao Fei tugged at his tie, with a fake smile on his flushed face, "Meet again, are you eating here too?"

Song Zhiyi smelled the strong odor of alcohol on his body after a short distance, and then saw his unsteady footsteps, blurred and cloudy eyes, no expression on his face, but he was vigilant in his heart - once a person is on alcohol, he will lose his usual cautiousness and calmness. , the most likely to cause trouble.

"Mr. Tao." She greeted her indifferently, and said politely, "I came with Meng Xi, who are you?"

"...Oh? Isn't it a coincidence, I'm having dinner with 'Mr. Meng' too." Tao Fei looked beside her with a smile, "Where's Mr. Meng? Since it's fate, why don't you both go over and sit for a while? ?"

His tone was like a friendly invitation, but his expression showed the contempt of watching a good show.

But when he moved out of Meng Zhaolai, Song Zhiyi really felt that it was difficult - even if Meng Xi had no intention of concealing the relationship from his family all the time, in this situation, and Tao Fei was next to him, he didn't know what kind of wind would be stirred up, what kind of fire would be ignited, and the scene would inevitably be become embarrassed.

It's okay to be afraid, Song Zhiyi didn't want such a thing to happen so soon.

"The two of you are here to talk about business, so let's not bother."

Her polite attitude was exchanged for Tao Fei's meaningful smile: "Why, don't you plan to meet Mr. Meng's family?"

This sentence crosses the line a bit.

Song Zhiyi looked at him suddenly: "Mr. Tao, what do you mean?"

"Hehe, Song, don't be so nervous. What's the point of me?" Tao Fei said calmly, "I just think you're too aggrieved, don't you? Mr. Meng said she was your girlfriend, but she didn't seem to introduce you to you. What do you mean to your family! Of course, it's normal, most families like ours have a hard time accepting your situation, at least...Mr. Meng is not so happy to see it happen?"

Tao Fei would say these words to Song Zhiyi, of course, not just drunk.

He had tested Meng Zhao on this matter before, and Meng Zhao's attitude was worth pondering in his opinion - she seemed to have known it for a long time, but she responded indifferently, neither clearly agreeing nor disapproving. Not going to overdo it. It really doesn't seem like a reaction to having a good relationship with my sister.

In Tao Fei's view, this is evidence of the disagreement between the Meng sisters.

His thoughts were confirmed, and he was not so afraid of Meng Xi. At this time, when alcohol paralyzed his brain, he became more open-minded:

"She has lost the Meng family, but there is only one game company, so what if they make more money? Song, I know you are a smart person. What she can give you, I can give, and what she can't give, I But not necessarily... Think about it carefully, I am the talker of the Tao family, but what about her Meng Xi, what is she in the Meng family? How much weight can her words have?"

Under Song Zhiyi's calm gaze, it was as cold as ice.

She didn't care about Tao Fei's hint, but the information he revealed when he mentioned "Mr. Meng"—did he tell Meng Zhao?

Song Zhiyi guessed that Meng Zhao should be aware of it, and I'm afraid she doesn't like her very much. But this is different from Tao Fei's private disclosure. They could say that they broke up that day. Tao Fei went to talk to Meng Zhao, what kind of words could they say?

This guy is really confused.

Before he caused her trouble, Song Zhiyi thought that although Tao's foundation was much more stable than Song's, it was not so easy to move, but if it was only for him...

Tao Fei didn't notice the coldness in her heart, and was still chattering.

Before Song Zhiyi could speak, he passed over his shoulder and saw the person walking behind him.

Tao Fei drank too much, and his brain was not very bright.

He was talking, but the eyes of the people in front of him shifted slightly and looked behind him. He seemed to be hesitating to say anything, but in the end he didn't say anything and let it go... Tao Fei didn't realize what she meant. The buttocks suffered a heavy blow and fell forward fiercely!

"Tsk." Meng Xi put down his legs behind him, looking down at him in a condescending manner, "Mr. Tao, don't drink so much if you're not drinking enough. Look at you, you can't stand still."

Tao Fei's chin slammed on the ground, and even though the aisle was covered with carpets, tears burst into tears in that instant, and he couldn't even shout.

Covering his chin, he stood up dizzily and heard Meng Xi's voice. Before the pain subsided, his anger surged up: "Meng Xi...you! This is your Meng family's tutor? It's too deceiving!"

Meng Xi smiled, but his eyes were still cold: "Yo, I'm embarrassed for you. I live abroad all the year round. I speak Chinese very well, and I can even use idioms. It's just that my memory is not very good, right? I remember that I only had a relationship with yesterday. You said—this is my girlfriend. Isn't it?"

Tao Fei was furious: "Girlfriend! Do you dare to bring her back to Meng's house? Don't do this with me, who doesn't know who, you can play with her, but I can't? Everyone depends on their abilities and sees who offers It's high!"

Really prostitutes see prostitutes. Meng Xi got angry when he heard his foul language, and sneered: "Don't think of everyone like you, you are really not as good as a pig in your next life, maybe you can be a breeding pig and contribute to the development of our country's livestock industry. Contribute. And—"

"Do you want to try it? Can I interfere in the Meng family's affairs? Others may not work. I can still make things difficult for you."

Tao Fei's remaining words were immediately stuck.

Meng Xi's attitude was so arrogant that he didn't know for a moment if she was talking big - the sisters of the Meng family may have disagreements, but after all, the Meng family is still in Meng Xueming's hands, Meng Zhao is his daughter, and so is Meng Xi.

The Tao family is not irreplaceable to the Meng family, who knows if the old guy will change his mind in order to coax his daughter?

Seeing his appearance, Meng Xi knew what he was thinking, and sneered disdainfully: "Mr. Tao, you can try it. Next time you will harass my girlfriend, I will do what I say."

After she finished speaking, ignoring Tao Fei's ugly face, she pulled Song Zhiyi up and left.

She took a big step and said nothing on the way, until she returned to the box where the two of them ate, closed the door, and didn't let go.

"Meng Xi...?"

Song Zhiyi could naturally see that she was angry and called out her name tentatively.

Meng Xi took a deep breath and turned to look at her: "This is not the level of hospitality, right? Why didn't you tell me last time?"

She didn't believe Song Zhiyi but didn't see it.

Song Zhiyi was stunned. She was not sure why Meng Xi was angry, so she thoughtfully replied, "It's just a small matter... There's no need to bother you."

Meng Xi asked back, "I don't even need to worry about your affairs. What else is worth my expense?"

Her voice was a little high because of anger, and the air was quiet when she fell... Meng Xi noticed this and calmed down a little - she wasn't angry with Song Zhiyi, she didn't want to make the scene look like she was angry with her.

"...Sorry." Song Zhiyi obviously misunderstood her, but still comforted her, "Meng Xi, don't you get angry? I just think I can handle it myself..."

"…"

Meng Xi suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"What are you going to do? Hold him for a while, and then wait for an opportunity to retaliate?" Meng Xi looked at her, "What if I said...I don't want you to do this?"

Song Zhiyi paused: "...You don't like what I do?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, she has already confirmed this idea in her heart... She knows that Meng Xi has always been critical of her way of doing things.

If Meng Xi doesn't like it, of course she won't do it again...at least not where she can see it.

But it's not so much her way of doing things as it's a part of her engraved in her bones... Even if she understands that it's not a good thing, it's always not so pleasant to be denied by the people she likes.

"No, well...I don't like it."

Meng Xi found that she couldn't deny it, so she could only try to soften her tone. She said, "But it's not the same as what you think. You know, I'm not trying to deny you, I'm not such a righteous person, I think it's good that you have the means to protect yourself. But..."

Song Zhiyi's methods are too extreme, too spicy, and too easy to be attacked.

She is stubborn and will report, as long as she is threatened, she must let the other party fall hard, it is best to fall into the mud, but she does not care whether she will be injured in the process.

Maybe in her opinion, it is a reasonable business to let the other party receive enough revenge and hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred.

But Meng Xi didn't want her to do it.

Meng Xi said, "Do you understand? I don't care about others, but I care about you... I'm afraid you will get hurt."

"..." Song Zhiyi's lips moved, and finally she just said softly, "I understand."

She understood what Meng Xi meant.

It was as if the heart had been gently pinched, with some gentle strength that made the heart feel soft and astringent.

"And like this, how could you not tell me?"

Seeing that she had no misunderstanding, Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the door, reached out to hug her and said, "I'm your girlfriend, your other half, we are the closest people, aren't we? Since it's me Why do you have to face things that can be easily solved by yourself?"

Meng Xi is really a little sad not to be relied on. But she knew that Song Zhiyi couldn't be blamed for this.

How to blame her?

She can only rely on herself since she was a child. If she always thinks of relying on others, can she still get to this point? Could it be that she should be blamed for being too independent now?

Meng Xi gently stroked her back and said softly, "You have to get used to me being by your side and facing each other together, okay?"

"…"

Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment. It's not that she doesn't want to agree, but even if she falls into her lover's warm embrace, she still has an uneasy feeling that can't be dispelled.

However, perhaps the atmosphere at the moment was too gentle, and she couldn't help revealing a little truth: "...I'm afraid you will find it troublesome."

"Why do you think so?"

Meng Xi was a little surprised, but thinking about it carefully, it wasn't very surprising.

She thought about it and said, "Look at me complaining to you every day, do you think I'm troublesome?"

"…of course not."

As long as they were together, Song Zhiyi was happy to hear what Meng Xi said.

But... what about Meng Xi?

Human feelings are not so noble and pure, they will be consumed, Song Zhiyi is very clear about this.

Meng Xi likes her now and is willing to take responsibility for her, but slowly, will these things trouble her?

So she didn't want Meng Xi to know, and she didn't want to complain to Meng Xi. It's best that Meng Xi will always be happy when she gets along with her again.

If this relationship has a time limit, she wants it to last a little longer, preferably as long as there is no end... This may be too extravagant, then it will last as long as it can.

To this end, she is willing to put an end to all hidden dangers.

Seeing her silent appearance, Meng Xi knew that she was still confused.

She sighed, as if she was sad, and buried herself in Song Zhiyi's shoulders and said, "You don't believe me."

Song Zhiyi was slightly startled: "I didn't mean that..."

"That's what you meant."

Meng Xi said dissatisfiedly: "You are confident that you will not bore me, so why can't you have a little confidence in me? Do you think I am such a ruthless person?"

Song Zhiyi was stopped by her questioning.

She wanted to say that she didn't think like that...but she was really worried about Meng Xi's feelings passing.

"Do you think I am?"

"…no."

Song Zhiyi knew that she was not.

"Right, so you can trust me a little more," Meng Xi said. "If you don't tell me anything, I'll be sad—am I unreliable? Untrustworthy?"

"…"

"Don't be afraid." Meng Xi raised her head, kissed her gently, and looked into her eyes quietly, "Trust me, okay?"