She Really Hates

It was Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi stopped. She didn't want to eavesdrop, but Song Zhiyi's words sounded particularly irritating - Meng Xi was really afraid that the other party would rush to beat her in a hurry.

The other woman was really **** off, she screamed: "You stop!"

Then there were the muffled footsteps on the carpet. It seemed that she chased after Song Zhiyi, who was about to leave, and the jewelry in her hands jingled during the dispute.

It's all in action! Meng Xi couldn't stand still, and walked forward quickly, but after only two steps, suddenly his feet were empty—

Depend on!

How come there are small steps in this place? ! Who designed it!

Meng Xi sucked in a breath of cold air. In the nick of time, she held on to the wall and didn't fall, but she sprained her foot.

The injury is not serious, just take it easy, the serious thing is her shoes.

One of the five-centimeter high-heeled shoes that Meng Xi was wearing is now broken. How can I go about this? Can't stand still!

Meng Xi was anxious and angry, and insulted the brand of the pair of shoes a hundred times in his heart, then bent down and started to take off his shoes.

The conflict over there continued to escalate.

Song Zhiyi's voice was clearly indifferent: "Please let go."

The unknown woman was entangled and sneered: "Okay, you don't remember me, you always remember Su Yuan! You won't forget who she was killed by, why do you..."

"What are you doing! Let go!"

An angry male voice sounded from the other end. He came over to end the one-sided quarrel and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Zhiyi said something in a low voice, but Meng Xi couldn't hear it clearly.

The man who came to relieve the siege said sharply: "Miss, this is not a place for people to splash! I don't think you would be willing to be invited out, so that the person who brought you will be pale."

The woman was silent for a while, then sneered: "It used to be Meng Xi, but now he is the young master of the Qu family. It really belongs to you, Song Zhiyi."

After she finished speaking, she stepped on heavy footsteps and left in the other direction.

When she left, the man asked, "I remember she was the female companion brought by Tao Fei. Do you know her?"

Meng Xi also wanted to know this question.

The woman first talked about Su Yuan, and then mentioned her again, as if she knew very well about her entanglement with Song Zhiyi.

Can Taufey's girlfriend?

Meng Xi has a good impression of her face, because she looks pretty good, but she really can't remember when she met such a person. Is it a high school classmate again?

Song Zhiyi's tone was soft, but she was embarrassed: "I don't remember... She mentioned Meng Xi, maybe she recognized me in high school. But when I asked who she was, she didn't say anything."

"Then do you want me to help you check..."

"What's the use of bothering you? I'll ask her to contact her. Looking at her like that, maybe I really hurt her unintentionally before..."

They came this way talking.

Meng Xi didn't care about recalling who that woman was, let alone complaining about Song Zhiyi's "guilt" that seemed to be thinking of others from the bottom of her heart, she just wanted to know where she could hide for the time being.

In her current image, it is too embarrassing to be bumped into by others.

But in front of her was the two people who were about to come, and behind her was a long unobstructed corridor. She wanted to leave at this time, but it was too late.

The two walked around the corner, Song Zhiyi walked a little ahead, looked at Meng Xi who was leaning against the wall, and was stunned.

The man said in disapproval: "Don't think so. I don't know what's going on now..." He saw Song Zhiyi stop suddenly, followed him, and was stunned for a while, "Meng Xi? You... what are you doing? be here?"

Meng Xi swept his face, tsk, no wonder the voice was a little familiar before, isn't this the "Mr. Qu"!

How could she forget about this man "cutting a beard" outside the police station not long ago? And Song Zhiyi's hug when he got off the bus on the day when Song Zhiyi came to visit the project team...

Now, he is well-dressed and graceful in a timely manner to save the beauty; while Meng Xi was one step late, he could only stand barefoot in the corridor, carrying a pair of high-heeled shoes, watching the two handsome men and women walk side by side.

New hatred and old hatred came together, and what was unhappy at the time can be said to have multiplied several times now.

Losers don't lose... No, she didn't lose anywhere! Meng Xi straightened his back, and Shi Shiran withdrew his hand supporting the wall. Even in this embarrassed image, there was a sense of pride.

"Where is my love, does it have anything to do with you?" Meng Xi sneered, "Aren't you here too. Otherwise, tell me what you are here for, and then meddle in my business?"

Qu Yang frowned.

The question he just asked was really inappropriate, but in the end, it was not malicious. It was just that she suddenly blurted out when she suddenly saw her appearance here.

Meng Xi's attitude was bad.

Of course, Qu Yang didn't know, she saw him and Song Zhiyi walking together, and the sea of ​​jealousy was overwhelmed, thinking that she still remembered the last quarrel.

He naturally has his own arrogance.

Last time, he had a bad attitude to talk to Meng Xi first, but Meng Xi came back taunting him on the spot, and it was definitely impossible for him to bow his head and apologize again.

This time, Meng Xi spoke again, so that he couldn't get off the stage. He didn't stab back, it was because of Song Zhiyi's face, and he didn't want to get too stiff with her friends.

His face was ugly, and he was about to say something. Song Zhiyi spoke before him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qu." Song Zhiyi frowned slightly, showing apology, "She didn't mean it. It's my fault. I forgot to explain the last misunderstanding to her."

Meng Xi snorted softly, although she did not refute her words, she seemed to be completely dissatisfied with Song Zhiyi's apology.

Song Zhiyi's tone was slightly serious: "Meng Xi."

Meng Xi was silent.

In just two back-and-forths, it is already clear that the closeness and distance are separated.

Feeling Song Zhiyi's maintenance of Meng Xi, Qu Yang paused. Even if he felt a little uncomfortable, he could only say, "It's okay."

Song Zhiyi said: "it's almost time, Mr. Qu, you go first. I have a few words with Mr. Meng."

Qu Yang nodded: "Don't delay too long."

He passed by Meng Xi without even looking at her. He was obviously unhappy and ignored her on purpose.

Meng Xi let out a snort, he was upset, and she was even more upset!

Song Zhiyi heard it, looked at her helplessly, and persuaded her, "Let's go, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Xi avoided her outstretched hand and leaned against the wall with her arms in her arms. She didn't argue with her in front of outsiders just now, but now Qiuhou settles the account: "Why are you apologizing to him?"

"Otherwise let you guys quarrel here?" Song Zhiyi sighed softly, "Don't your feet hurt? You still have the heart to quarrel with people."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't..."

Before Meng Xi's words were finished, Song Zhiyi squatted down and held her ankle.

The slightly cool fingers touched the skin through the stockings, Meng Xi was jolted, and subconsciously retracted: "...What are you doing? I said it doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Zhiyi said, "It's a little swollen."

"It will go away on its own in a while..."

"What if it's more serious?" Song Zhiyi interrupted her, and couldn't help softening her voice, "It won't take much trouble to deal with it. Besides, you need to change your shoes. My room is in front of you, just a few steps away."

Meng Xi was speechless.

She never felt that she was so easy to coax, no matter how unhappy she was, she was dismissed by Song Zhiyi's soft words.

Song Zhiyi's room was really not far away. Meng Xi was supported by her and walked in, sat on the bed, and turned to look at the room.

Just an ordinary room.

Except for the luggage on the ground, there is no personal belongings, and it is obvious that the owner of the room is only temporarily staying.

Meng Xi asked, "Have you been living here recently?"

Song Zhiyi poured water for her in the bathroom, turned on the faucet and poured water, and then filled the basin, her voice came out.

"Yeah, Xiaoyi said she was a little nervous and asked me to come and stay with her for two days."

nervous? Meng Xi thought of what happened in the garden before, and was noncommittal about it.

Compared with Miss He, she is really nervous. I just fell asleep in the early hours of this morning, and I woke up early to work hard for the company. At night, I had to prepare carefully to come to the banquet.

Song Zhiyi came out with the water basin.

Meng Xi wanted to ask her if she knew about Miss He and Lin Xiaotong, but she felt that there was no need to ask.

Whether she knew it beforehand or not, she couldn't stop the marriage between the He family and the Han family.

Even Han Yuming himself didn't mind, there was really no point in pursuing it.

However, when Meng Xi thought of this matter, he felt that he couldn't lift himself up from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, her surname is neither He nor Han. Rather than complaining about the parties, she is more tired of this compromise, and she is not even interested in participating in the upcoming engagement ceremony.

"There is no ice, only cold water."

Song Zhiyi's voice interrupted Meng Xi's distraction.

She put down the half-full water basin, knelt down halfway, and lifted Meng Xi's injured ankle. Meng Xi was startled, and she pulled back in a conditioned reflex, and was held down.

"do not move."

"Wait wait..." Meng Xi said, "I'm still wearing socks."

Song Zhiyi was stunned, as if he had just discovered this, and let go of his hand silently.

Meng Xi is actually not too particular about the details sometimes. If it is another same-sex friend, she has already started to take off.

but…

Meng Xi was silent for a moment, and found that Song Zhiyi hadn't realized the problem, so she could only remind her, "Turn over first."

"...?"

Song Zhiyi glanced at her blankly at first, then paused for a moment, probably thinking about it, and calmly looked away.

However, no matter how nonchalant she acted, the moment Meng Xi spoke, the atmosphere became strange.

Isn't she usually very understanding and meticulous in everything she does? Why do you look so absent-minded today!

Meng Xi hates it.

When wearing a dress in this weather, Meng Xi can choose a long one, but not a short one. If he can choose a thick fabric, he doesn't choose a thin one. If he can wear more than one, he will never wear a lot. Of course, wearing stockings is also to keep warm - even if they are thin, there is still a gap between wearing nothing.

But now, she'd rather suffer a little more cold before.

The air conditioner in the room has not been on for a long time, so this time is not enough to warm up the room.

Meng Xi lifted the hem of her skirt, the thin and soft material was removed from her legs, and her bare skin came into contact with the air, arousing a delicate coolness.

She had tried her best to keep her movements light, but it was impossible for her to be silent. Whether it's the sound of pressing the quilt when the center of gravity changes, or the sound of clothes rubbing, it sounds especially obvious in a quiet room.

Meng Xisheng reluctantly rolled up the stockings he took off and put them behind him, where Song Zhiyi could never see them from that angle.

"All right."

"…Um."

Song Zhiyi didn't look up, and looked down at her injured ankle.

Meng Xi pressed down on her skirt that was rolled up to her knees, only to feel that her gaze seemed to be warm, and the place she was watching was tingling with warmth.

Song Zhiyi held her leg.

"His..." A towel soaked in cold water was pressed against the sprained area, Meng Xi used a complaint to cover up his discomfort, "It's cold to death."

"to beat."

Song Zhiyi said, pressing the hand on her calf slightly, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

In fact, she didn't have to worry.

Meng Xi stepped on her legs and could feel the body temperature coming from behind the thin dress, her whole body was very stiff, and there was no time to escape.

It's just a cold compress, just like a doctor treating a patient. Is there any extra thought when undressing?

Meng Xi tried to convince herself like this, but she couldn't hold back her fast heartbeat.

Especially Song Zhiyi's hand that was holding her leg. Under the light, it was perfectly carved from white jade, and it was much softer than jade. The blood vessels on the back of the hand were slightly blue, the knuckles were slender, and the fingertips were glowing with a touch of pink. .

The hand looked like some kind of numbing medicine.

Meng Xi was pressed against her soft palm, and she could not move, no one spoke, only two people breathing quietly, but the quieter, the air seemed to be unspeakably thick.

Song Zhiyi changed the towel.

"Cough..." Meng Xi took this opportunity to break the silence. She saw the water on the towel dripping wet Song Zhiyi's white dress, "You can't wear this dress later."

"It's okay, there are spares."

"Oh..." She was quite prepared, Meng Xi paused for a breath, and found it difficult to talk about this topic, so she changed to a chattering person, "I heard that girl talking to you just now, who is she?"

Song Zhiyi: "No..."

She had just opened her head when Meng Xi heard that she was being perfunctory and gently kicked her with her free foot.

...or rubbing, her snow-white toes were painted with burgundy nail polish, brushing across Song Zhiyi's bent legs through the smooth dress.

Song Zhiyi's hand couldn't help tightening, and he was afraid of hurting Meng Xi, so he deliberately relaxed.

Meng Xi didn't notice the difference in strength at all, and said angrily, "Don't say you don't know, do you believe me?"

"…"

Song Zhiyi couldn't help: "It's Wang Lan."

"...Who?" Meng Xi was at a loss.

Song Zhiyi said: "She was transferred from the third year of high school to the first middle school, Song Zhigao's cousin."

"...Oh, she."

After being reminded, Meng Xi thought of who she was, so her tone became complicated.

It's not a good topic either.

As for the girl who transferred from the third year of high school and did not deal with Song Zhiyi, Meng Xi really remembered one, but rather impressed, she couldn't forget it if she wanted to.

Song Zhiyi is the type that looks good on the surface. That is to say, even if not everyone likes her—Meng Xi has heard others say bad things about her behind her back more than once—but at least when they get along, they don’t deliberately embarrass her, and they behave harmoniously and don’t push her away. She, on the contrary, has a faint meaning to be centered on her.

To achieve this level among a group of high school students who are not yet too mature, Meng Xi feels that it is already amazing.

In such an environment, the person targeting her becomes very obvious.

For example, Meng Xi, most of the battles between her and Song Zhiyi can be regarded as healthy competition, and the teacher turns a blind eye. on the forehead.

Her methods are very rude, tearing books, cutting school uniforms, putting bugs in desks, locking people in toilets, and inexplicably pouring water on people in the corridors...

This level of course will attract the teacher's discipline, especially Song Zhiyi is still an excellent student in the teacher's mind, and will be hung on the outstanding alumni wall to add luster to his alma mater.

But Wang Lan is Song Zhigao's cousin, that is, Song Zhiyi's stepmother's maiden family.

She herself was forced in by the Song family's background. What's more, these small means are vicious and vicious, and they can't reach the point of being persuaded to quit; the mild punishment of memorizing demerits and writing a review is not a pain for a full-time bad girl; calling her parents, Wang Lan's parents just listen to her. In the past, she did not teach her daughter at all, and Song Zhiyi had no one to support her at all.

What to do? No way to manage.

Meng Xi had already reached a reconciliation with Song Zhiyi at that time-although from the outsiders' point of view, they still didn't communicate very much, and they were only forced to temporarily truce due to the increasingly heavy schoolwork.

Seeing Wang Lan getting more and more arrogant, Meng Xi was half-dead with anger, ready to roll up her sleeves to avenge Song Zhiyi. Others are afraid of Wang Lan, but she is not afraid!

She forgot that Song Zhiyi was not someone to mess with.

She didn't need Meng Xi to stand up for her, she was quick and ruthless, and just took advantage of Meng Xi's reputation to make Wang Lan drop out of school in disrepute... At the same time, this incident involved Su Yuan, which accidentally caused her legs Disabled.

...Su Yuan.

The name was like some kind of taboo between them.

She is Meng Xi's good friend and has always been in contact with Song Zhiyi, but when they get along, no one will mention her.

As early as the day of the funeral, when he went to find Song Zhiyi, Meng Xi decided to write off all the past.

But that was between her and Song Zhiyi, and Su Yuan...it was different.

Of course, now that Su Yuan's leg can be cured, she has not wasted time studying abroad in these years, and she has a bright future after recovery. But no one can deny what happened in the past.

It's like a thorn buried in flesh and blood. Once you get used to it, you won't feel pain or discomfort. Once you want to dig it out, you have to be prepared to face the **** reality.

The room fell silent again.

Compared to before, this silence seems to contain a silent estrangement, dividing the distance between two people who are approaching.

Meng Xi didn't like this.

She had no intention of using such old things to blame or alienate Song Zhiyi. Just talking about this matter, I don't know what to say, and it will inevitably become nothing to say.

She kind of regretted that she wasn't tactful enough to get off the topic before it became like this.

And Song Zhiyi lowered her eyes silently, Meng Xi could see her long and delicate eyelashes clearly from the above angle.

To attend such a dinner, of course she wore makeup. The thin red blooms naturally on the beautiful cheeks, and the lips are a dry rose color with a matte finish, which is quite gentle in the beauty and refinement.

The originally soft eyebrows became more slender and graceful after being traced. At this time, the silent gesture revealed the white and thin shoulders and neck in the silence, and even the drooping thin hair was very pitiful.

Meng Xi knew that this was just an illusion caused by Song Zhiyi's beautiful appearance.

This is her appearance to disguise herself, like the colorful umbrella canopy of poisonous mushrooms, the scent of pitcher plants, no one can guess what Song Zhiyi's gentle and delicate skin is thinking about.

Meng Xi knew that, but he couldn't help but want to pull her up, hug her, and use body language to reassure her.

But no.

It's not good with their current relationship; it's even worse if the answer that hasn't found a chance to say it is refusal.

However, Song Zhiyi is not short of suitors, and it may not be long before she finds someone who is qualified to hold her in her arms, comfort her with each other, and not stab her...

Meng Xi suddenly felt agitated.

"It's almost enough, right?" Meng Xi took advantage of Song Zhiyi's second change of towels, and said, "I can do it myself. If you don't go on, you won't be able to make it to the engagement ceremony."

"I'm just a guest, and it doesn't matter if I'm not there."

It's almost the same. Song Zhiyi didn't insist on cold compresses anymore, but she wasn't keen on attending the dinner party. "Still, do you want me to leave you alone?"

Not that. However, Meng Xi said, "Aren't you and Miss He good friends?"

Usually you are a "Xiaoyi" and I am a "sister Zhiyi", and they shout so close. Thinking about it now, who knows if Miss He has ever thought about her.

Song Zhiyi poured water in the bathroom: "She is the granddaughter of the teacher."

Oh, Meng Xi is at ease.

"What about Mr. Qu?" Meng Xi said, "I met him twice, and each time I was eager to stand up for you. Is he chasing you?"

"When you see a friend in difficulty, don't you rush to get ahead?"

"Yeah...especially to you."

The result does not prove that she and Song Zhiyi are not pure friendship.

Moreover, Meng Xi was always haunted by that hug, she said, "I saw you hug him, and you said you don't have a boyfriend."

"…"

Song Zhiyi didn't speak this time.

She washed her hands and dried them and walked out, standing a little further away.

Meng Xi sat on the bed and looked at her. She didn't remember to put down her skirt. The black rose and dark-patterned dress was like a gorgeous flannel displaying jewelry, supporting her fair and naked calf.

But she is not cold jewelry, if she is not willing, no one can treasure her.

"Meng Xi," Song Zhiyi looked at her, her voice soft, with a sigh at the end, "what is our relationship? You ask me such a question, what answer do you want to get?"

The room that the He family prepared for Song Zhiyi was not small, but Meng Xi felt cramped in such eyes.

Song Zhiyi's eyes reflected her figure, like a cloud shadow falling into the center of the lake, the faint shadow covered the dazzling wave light, so the dark color surging at the bottom of the lake was revealed.

What is our relationship?

The question puts a deadline for an answer in sight. It is difficult for Meng Xi to say whether he has thought clearly at this moment.

Her reason is always weighing, swaying from side to side; but the answer she wants to make never seems to change.

"...I have one more question before we can determine our relationship."

Meng Xi felt the heart-wrenching blood circulation brought about by the rapid heart rate, but she said slowly, "I don't seem to have heard you explicitly say it..."

"-do you like me?"

The author has something to say: I thought I updated it yesterday! Turns out I forgot to set a timed release...just mixed it up with today's portion...

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