She Really Hates

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi arrived at the hotel only a short time later.

She came out of the parking lot and hadn't even walked to the door of the hotel. Before the phone in her bag rang, she heard a loud "bang!", and then the tire rubbed on the ground with a sharp sound.

Meng Xi was startled, and turned around and was stunned. Can a rear-end collision happen on this road?

Just then, the phone rang, it was Song Zhiyi. Meng Xi first patted the dazed Xiao Zhu awake: "Call the ambulance!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the phone and walked over there. She wanted to go over there and see if anyone in the car needed help.

As a result, the phone was connected, and Meng Xi fed a few times without hearing a response. After a heart-pounding silence, a voice shouted in panic:

"Zhi... Sister Zhiyi? What should I do, what should I do now, are you all right..."

After a while, Song Zhiyi said, "I'm fine, lock the door."

…No way? ?

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Meng Xi's heart. He didn't dare to hang up the phone, and his footsteps could not help speeding up.

But she was already some distance away from the two cars. Before she could get close, a tall man in black got off the minivan that was rear-ending.

It was the tramp squatting outside the manor before!

His situation was obviously very wrong. His forehead was still bleeding from the car accident just now, but he raised the wrench and smashed it into the rear window of the car!

—Bah! The window was smashed out of the cobweb-like crack!

Someone on the other end of the phone called in a panic.

Depend on!

The voices from both ends overlapped, and Meng Xi cursed bitterly in his heart. Seeing the security guard of the hotel coming over, he just watched the situation vigilantly around, and he lost his temper.

She hung up the phone, took out the electric baton and ran over there.

Customs wouldn't let this stuff through, so she asked Xiao Zhu to get it when she went abroad.

The man in black over there has smashed the car window and reached in to open the door.

Meng Xi's heart raised her throat, and the next second she heard a miserable howl—

The man in black struggled violently! He wanted to pull out his hand, but the broken car window was like a monster's mouth full of sharp teeth, biting him tightly!

The opportunity could not be missed, Meng Xi pressed the hand that wanted to tremble, rushed up and pressed the opened electric baton to the back of his neck!

With a crackling electric current, the man in black rolled his eyes and fell down.

His heavy body fell to the ground, kicking up the dust, and a ballpoint pen pierced through the palm of his hand that reached into the car.

Meng Xi held the electric baton tightly, her heart was still pounding, and her chest kept heaving.

She looked into the car through the pale street light. The man in the back seat lowered his head and supported the seat, his slender shoulder line trembled slightly, as if he was very fragile and restless.

However, when she raised her face to look at her, there was still blood splattered on her pale face. After her tightly pursed lips were released, they filled from bloodless to rose-like red, a kind of shocking beauty.

Meng Xi looked at her.

Those eyes were like a deep cold night, and the light reflected in the eyes, which also became the cold light reflected by the blade fragments.

But seeing Meng Xi's face, the ruthless gaze stopped, seemed to be stunned, slowly softened, and turned into a quiet water light in the bottom of his eyes.

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought, fortunately, she arrived just in time... Sure enough, it was Song Zhiyi, the unlucky bastard.

The man in black was taken away by the belated police.

He recruited without forcing a confession. It is said that he is a fanatical fan of Song Zhiyi. He did all this to get in touch with idols.

Meng Xi felt that Song Zhiyi had done too many wicked things, and that's why he always encountered such wicked things.

If she plays the card game, she must be the kind of senior African chief who will never be able to draw SSR without guaranteeing the bottom line.

It's not Han Yuming who needs four black-clothed strong bodyguards to **** her.

Fortunately, in addition to scrapping a car, only Song Zhiyi was slightly injured when the window was smashed.

Meng Xi helped the people to the end, sent the Buddha to the west, let the frightened assistant go to rest first, sent Xiao Zhu to buy medicine, and knocked on Song Zhiyi's door.

No one should.

Is she out at this time?

Suspiciously, Meng Xi took out the spare room card that Song Zhiyi had given her, and swiped the card to enter the door.

The moment the door opened, Meng Xi heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom door. Only the bedside lamp with ambiguous light was on in the room. The light from the bathroom was not dazzling, but the sense of presence was extremely strong.

...she's taking a shower.

Meng Xi suddenly felt nervous and uncomfortable about invading other people's privacy.

She put down the plastic bag containing the medicine and Band-Aid and was about to leave, but the sound of water in the bathroom stopped just at this moment.

It's too late to leave.

With a click, the bathroom door was opened, and the warm yellow light poured out in the steaming mist.

The slender and slender figure has a light behind his back, stepping on the carpet with bare feet, his round and exquisite toes sink in, and the white and tender arches of his feet faintly reveal the color of blood vessels.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, and her skin was scalded by hot water, and it was a gorgeous red, and the water droplets could not hang on it and flowed straight down.

The black hair was still wet, dripping with water, clinging to the snow-white cheeks and shoulders and neck, a touch of red between the lips absorbed enough moisture, like overripe red berries soaked with dew.

Meng Xi's deliberately forgotten memory swept back and stood stiffly.

Song Zhiyi saw her, but there was no surprise on her face. The eyes she looked over were like the quiet and gentle lake water, and it seemed like an undercurrent was rolling in, faintly touching the soul.

"...Meng Xi."

She called softly. Meng Xi responded subconsciously, feeling her throat tightened, and she didn't dare to look at her: "I... I'm here to deliver medicine, you should rest well."

After she finished speaking in a hurry, she went around Song Zhiyi and was about to leave. As soon as her hand reached the doorknob, she was pulled from behind.

The wet and soft touch is against the wrist, and the force is not too heavy, so you can break free.

Meng Xi shuddered and almost jumped up.

The moist mint aroma surrounded her from behind, she turned her head with difficulty, and saw Song Zhiyi with drooping eyes.

"…Any thing else?"

"Well, I'm... a little scared." Song Zhiyi bit her lip, her voice was not weak, but a kind of reluctance to maintain calm, so it was even more pitiful, "Can you stay with me for a while?"

Meng Xi's first reaction was not to believe it.

If it was someone else, even if it was a strong man with a strong back and a big waist and a thick waist, she felt that she was afraid of such a thing, but it was Song Zhiyi...

Meng Xi silently looked at her expression, trying to find traces of acting.

She didn't respond for a long time, Song Zhiyi may have realized something, and the eyelashes with water droplets trembled, and she slowly raised her eyes.

Meng Xi was startled.

There was no fear in those eyes, nor did they pretend to be weak, they just stared at her quietly, their eyes were as clear as water mirrors.

Meng Xi remembered this look.

She was slightly stunned, as if she was brought back to the rainy days six or seven years ago by the gradually cooling water mist around her.