She Really Hates

Too bad.

Although there is a saying that "life is full of accidents", Meng Xi feels that there are too many accidents today.

Following the sudden food poisoning incident in the hotel that had an appointment with the partner for dinner, the hotel had to temporarily close; the other party received an important call again, regretting that the negotiation was postponed...

Even if Meng Xi is not superstitious, he will inevitably think that this is a warning from God, and it is better to consider this cooperation.

"...If it hadn't been brought up over there, I wouldn't want to discuss things at the dinner party at all. And since it's so troublesome to make an appointment for dinner, he can't bring a reliable deputy to ensure that even if he has any unexpected events, the negotiation can go smoothly. Go ahead? Ah, waste of time."

Meng Xi complained.

Now that we have entered the information age, at least we can save some useless rituals in official business and make things more convenient. She often thinks so.

But thanks to the unremarkable partner, she is now sitting in Song Zhiyi's living room ahead of schedule.

The decoration of the house is no different from what Meng Xi imagined, because it is too much in line with Song Zhiyi's preferences - spacious, simple, bright, and then a large area of ​​white.

Maybe it was winter, and Meng Xi had the illusion of sitting in the snow when he was sitting here.

"So you haven't eaten yet?"

Song Zhiyi put the brewed tea on the marble coffee table in front of Meng Xi.

"Thank you." Meng Xi didn't touch the steaming cup of tea, which looked very hot. She said, "I didn't eat it, but it's not too late now. Have you eaten yet?"

She quickly peeled an orange as she spoke. The orange peel is still intact, just separated into five petals, like a unique flower.

Meng Xi split the oranges apart and gave half of them to Song Zhiyi. Although she took it, she didn't eat it.

"Not yet." Song Zhiyi said, "I usually have Jintang deliver it at home. I just got a call saying that it is going to close in the next two days. I'm still thinking about why. It turned out to be food poisoning."

This is the worst incident for the catering industry. It is normal to close business.

Song Zhiyi could understand, but she had to find another way for her lunch.

Meng Xi said, "Is there nothing to eat at home?"

Just in time to eat together. Meng Xi was a little too lazy to toss, she wanted to solve it on the spot rather than going out.

But Song Zhiyi said, "No."

The answer was so quick that I didn't even think about it. Meng Xi was suspicious: "Nothing? Simple ingredients, or fast food..."

Meng Xi doesn't know how to cook, but it's okay to steam buns, boil dumplings, noodles, and dishes of the same level as scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"Milk?" The question was, Song Zhi thought about it and said, "Fruits...and the slices of bread that the assistant bought before. There is peanut butter and jam in the refrigerator to spread."

"…"

Is there nothing more than that? Is there nothing left? ?

Seeing Meng Xi's speechlessness, Song Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm often away from home, and I don't know how to cook. The refrigerator is indeed a bit empty."

Of course she can ask housekeeping to come to the door. But Song Zhiyi's territorial awareness was too strong. The assistant needed to stay for a while because of work, and it was acceptable to have someone come to clean up occasionally. It was a different situation to start cooking.

This overly-living firework atmosphere can easily make her feel that her territory is being invaded.

Anyway, it is also very convenient to let the hotel deliver meals, so there is no need to do this.

"...Then let's call it takeout."

Although Meng Xi had the idea of ​​two people going to the supermarket for a moment, it was too troublesome. This situation is not only about ingredients, I am afraid to start with rice, oil and seasonings; secondly, it may only be used once. , in the future, she can only fall ashes until it expires... Even if she is not bad money, she has been educated and can't waste it.

After discussing what to eat for lunch with Song Zhiyi, she called Xiao Zhu to let him do it.

Before the takeaway came, Song Zhiyi took her to visit the room with nothing to do.

In the piano room, Meng Xi borrowed Song Zhiyi's piano to play the little stars on and off, and stopped embarrassingly in the other party's indulgent smile, and finally stopped in the study room with the best WiFi signal.

It is said to be a study, but in fact there are no books. Meng Xi looked at the past, most of them were music-related, Eastern and Western music history, reference books of arrangement, biographies of famous musicians and so on... ah, and textbooks.

Maybe Song Zhiyi is a very nostalgic person? The textbooks for colleges and universities are ignored, and the textbooks for junior and senior high schools are also placed here.

"I remember you lent me this." Song Zhiyi took out the English textbook for the third year of high school.

"It really is…"

Meng Xi saw her signature of Long Feifengwu on the title page, and she remembered, "You borrowed it to copy the class notes, didn't you say you lost it? Then you didn't return it to me."

In fact, it was deliberately thrown away.

At that time, Ye Lan committed suicide, and Song Peng may have done it on a whim, or because she thought her daughter was still useful, he took her there. Also under the same roof are her stepmother and Song Zhigao.

Song Peng almost didn't care about her. Of course, their mother and son would not treat her very well. This level of teasing was too common.

There's no need to talk about this kind of thing now. Song Zhiyi said lightly, "I found it later. Besides, did I compensate you for my textbook?"

The smile on her lips was a little teasing, as if she was deliberately embarrassing others, "Do you still keep it? It should have been thrown away."

"...Of course it's still there."

Although I ate ashes in the warehouse with other textbooks, I definitely didn't throw it away.

Meng Xi decided to take it out and put it in the bookcase when she went back... Otherwise, she always felt like she owed her something.

She put the English textbook back, looked at the half-empty bookshelf, and said, "It seems to be the type of 'poetry and bookishness', but she doesn't like reading books very much."

At least compared to the few glass cabinets next to the collection full of records, the number is pitiful.

"I let you down?"

"I'm so disappointed, it's just a bit of a surprise." Meng Xi said, "you are at least better than me. My dad gets angry every time he enters my study."

I don't know where he gets so angry every day.

Song Zhiyi tried to imagine Meng Xi's bookshelf, she guessed: "Is it all around the game?"

You really know me. Meng Xi was not ashamed, and happily admitted: "Yes, most of them are. There are also comics and novels..."

Meng Xi's foreign language is not bad, most of the foreign novels are in original texts, and at first glance, this part is quite cultural.

"By the way," she thought of something, and she was a little proud, "I still have a lot of "Survivor" and "Inhumans" peripherals, only the ones that can be obtained inside the company, do you want to come and see?"

Song Zhiyi smiled, but she didn't say "yes", she just said, "There is a chance."

"…"

That subtle sense of distance reappeared. If you don't pay attention, it's easy to ignore the past as an illusion.

However, once it is discovered, it is like a stick in the throat, and there is no way to ignore it.

"But..." Meng Xi looked at her and suddenly smiled and said, "I'm not going to do it. If your fans who call you a perfect goddess know this, I'm afraid they will be quite disappointed."

"Then ask Mr. Meng to help me keep it a secret."

Song Zhiyi reluctantly cooperated with her joke, "Although a pianist is not an idol, he still has to rely on his fans for food. How can I count it as your employee?"

Yes, still great staff.

Meng Xi has read Blue Ocean's report, classical music is a niche after all, and cannot be compared with other profitable projects. But compared with other contracted artists of the same company, Song Zhiyi is simply a golden cash cow.

If she is willing to accept more business activities, the value can be even higher.

Meng Xi occasionally has such thoughts. However, Lan Hai is serving Meng's father's artistic hobby after all, not for making money. If Song Zhiyi is happy, there is nothing wrong with it now.

"Secret." Meng Xi pretended to think, "Then do I have to take some bribes?"

"What does Mr. Meng want?"

"Um…"

Meng Xi stared at her.

The heating was on in the room, but it wasn't cold. Song Zhiyi is wearing home clothes, a pure white silk long-sleeved dress, the skirt goes straight to the ankle, the cuffs are tightened with laces, two bows are tied, and the round collar is embellished with ruffles, which sets off the delicate collarbone. .

Because the clothes are loose, it shows that her shoulders and neck are slender and incomparably weak.

And the long black hair is all combed to one side, tied with a hair ring on the shoulders, and the other side loses the cover of the hair, from the slender neck to the snow-white skin behind the ears, connecting into soft and beautiful lines.

...there's a mole here.

Meng Xi hurriedly looked away as if he had broken some privacy.

She paused for a while, and Song Zhiyi tilted her head slightly, as if asking "what's the matter" with her eyes.

Meng Xi didn't look at her, her eyes fell on the white hair tie on her shoulders, thinking of the butterfly diamond hairpin that day.

Meng Xi reminded her: "Hair ring."

Song Zhiyi was startled for a while, then smiled: "Is it alright to have my hair tie?"

"No, I mean your hair tie is about to slip off." Meng Xi stretched out his hand, but as expected, Song Zhiyi avoided it.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

She said in a soft tone, raised her hand to unscrew the hair tie, simply combed her hair with her fingers, and then tied it back again.

"…"

Same as the reaction at that time.

The desk behind him is clean, with nothing but the computer covered by the dust cover.

Meng Xi leaned back in confidence, half sat on the edge, watching her movements and suddenly asked, "What did I do that day?"

"what?"

Song Zhiyi looked over suspiciously, as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

I was the one who didn't know.

Meng Xi finally realized the horror of the fragmentation. No matter how she thinks back these two days, she can only think of a blurry picture that looks like a lens covered in water mist. So in the current situation, we can only follow the pace of the other party.

Learn a lesson and never get drunk again.

Meng Xi swore in her heart, looked into Song Zhiyi's eyes, and said slowly, "Don't act stupid at this time, you obviously want me to ask."

The author has something to say: I feel so much better today!

There will be an update later, to make up for yesterday's, but it should be very late, you don't have to wait, you can see it tomorrow.