She Really Hates

"She can only be said that she deserves it when she is broken up."

On the day Song Zhiyi came back, Meng Xi told her about it.

However, the focus of the complaints was mainly on the emotional entanglement between the two, and did not repeat Tong Dong's words too much, so as not to upset her.

She hugged Song Zhiyi's waist from behind, hummed and said, "You can't do something that will make me sad..."

Of course it doesn't mean things like Tong Dong.

But Mrs. Meng's return date was approaching. Although Meng Xi was well prepared, she believed in Song Zhiyi's determination. Thinking of what she might face, she still had to worry about gains and losses.

"Will not."

Song Zhiyi dragged the personal-shaped pendant and was hindered when she walked around, so she was forced to put the half-packed suitcase on hold.

But she didn't reject Meng Xi's clingy behavior, she just stopped helplessly and covered her hand, "Meng Xi, I haven't finished cleaning up yet..."

"Don't worry about it." Meng Xi leaned closer, "It's been so long, you don't miss me?"

Of course I did.

Even if you use video calls every day, how can that be the same as feeling the existence of the other party?

Song Zhiyi smelled the faint fragrance of Meng Xi's body and did not refuse her kiss.

Unlike Meng Xi, she can express her thoughts frankly and enthusiastically, but the body movements in response are extremely touching.

At some point, Song Zhiyi's back pressed against the rough-textured wallpaper. Meng Xi put his arms around her waist, slowly separated, and then gently pecked her lips.

The two were breathing calmly.

Meng Xi rubbed her neck, feeling the light mint scent on her body, and suddenly said, "I think this apartment is still a little small."

"…Um?"

Song Zhiyi's voice still has the soft tail sound when breathing is blended, and it has a real sweetness. It is not strong, but it makes one's heart warm.

Meng Xi said, "After your things moved in, the study room is not enough."

This is pure nonsense. Meng Xi's study here is quite empty, and Song Zhiyi's most collected records are those records she has collected. After moving some of them, it can only be said that it is not as simple and spacious as before, and it is not "not enough".

But Song Zhiyi didn't follow her with everything, even if she didn't know what she meant, she still nodded: "Yes, a little bit."

"This room happens to be adjacent to the study room. I want to find someone to renovate it. The two rooms are connected... What do you think?"

"…"

Song Zhiyi understood.

She held back her smile and pretended to be puzzled: "Oh... Then where do I live? Boss Meng."

Meng Xi thought seriously: "Yeah, I can't let you sleep on the sofa."

Song Zhiyi: "I'm fine..."

"How about that? There's no reason to let your girlfriend sleep on the sofa." Meng Xi said seriously, "It seems that you and I are the only ones who are wronged to squeeze."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help bending her eyes, raised her head and kissed her.

The two played around for a while, Meng Xi sat on the carpet against the bed, Song Zhiyi sat on her lap, smiled and reached out to help her straighten the long messy hair on her shoulders, and tied it with the hair tie she put on her hands.

The drooping hair was tied up, revealing Meng Xi's snow-white slender neck. Song Zhiyi rubbed his fingertips for a moment, lowered his head, and imprinted a gentle touch.

…

Meng Xi's throat couldn't help heaving slightly. She hugged Song Zhiyi and said euphemistically, "...Wait, I have to go to the company later."

Although she didn't want to say such unpleasant words at this time, she really still had an important meeting to open.

Song Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Meng, I didn't want to do anything."

Meng Xi said shamelessly: "But I can't help it."

The meeting can be postponed later, the key is that the nails she had done before have not found time to clean up.

Isn't it the first time she will do the following?

- Absolutely not.

Meng Xi is taking this issue very seriously.

But Xiaobie wins the wedding, the lovers meet, the fire is dry, and he can convince himself with business during the day, and sleep on the same bed after taking a shower at night... Who can hold it back?

Song Zhiyi only rested for a day, and after being warm with Meng Xi, she got busy again.

She's getting ready for next week's concert, but luckily this time, she doesn't have to travel far, it's in the city.

Naturally, Meng Xi also took the time to join in. After the concert, she went to the backstage to pick up Song Zhiyi home, and happened to run into Mr. He who was visiting the disciples.

The teacher and student seemed to have something to say, Meng Xi wisely excused himself to go out to drive first, leaving the space for them.

Song Zhiyi and Mr. He Lao walked in the staff passage of the venue. Everyone else had already left, and only the two of them stayed behind.

After the gossip, Mr. He said, "What happened to Xiaoyi before also caused you trouble."

"No such thing." Song Zhiyi said warmly, "It was Xiaoyi who helped me."

Mr. He shook his head: "You don't have to say polite words to me, she is just spoiled by me. However, let's not talk about this today, Zhiyi, the matter between you and the little girl from the Meng family... Has it been decided yet?"

Song Zhiyi didn't have any intention of concealment, and he was not surprised when Mr. He found out.

"Yes, teacher," she said. "I've thought about it."

"It might be difficult."

Song Zhiyi smiled: "I know, but I won't give up."

Mr. He stopped to look at her.

There was a smile on Song Zhiyi's lips. Different from his usual polite response, the brows in his eyes were light and soft.

She didn't wear the usual light-colored clothes today, but a concubine red long-sleeved dress. This is a Valentine's Day gift from Meng Xi. The bright colors reflect the creamy skin, which is gentle and elegant, and shows a bit of beauty in the beginning of blooming flowers.

The collar above the collarbone was pinned to a brooch in the style of holly branches. Song Zhiyi would reach out and stroke it from time to time. This small gesture was completely subconscious, and perhaps she didn't even notice it, showing her love.

Mr. He smiled and nodded: "Then I can rest assured."

Song Zhiyi was slightly surprised.

She knew her teacher and guessed that Mr. He would not object, but she did not expect that she would accept it so happily.

"Music can illuminate the human heart."

Mr. He's eyes were kind, and there was a gentle smile in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, "Zhiyi, you are the one of my disciples who don't need to worry about the most, but you are also the most caring... When you play "Winter Wind", you are always afraid that the wind will be too bitter, and one day the flag in your heart will be broken, and now it seems that such worries are unnecessary."

"teacher…"

Song Zhiyi didn't expect her to say this, and was slightly moved.

Mr. He stroked her shoulder and said with relief, "Good boy, you will go further than me."

Song Zhiyi and Mr. He separated and found Meng Xi next to the circular square outside the venue.

The time is at dusk, and the setting sun illuminates the world with warm colors.

Meng Xi is tall and well-proportioned, with a delicate appearance. Standing on the side of the street is a landscape, very recognizable.

What's more, she was about to quarrel with an old man who was riding a battery car.

"Left, they say it's the left! Isn't that over there...Is that the left?! You can't tell the difference between left and right!"

"Ah—? What? Step aside?"

"Let you go to the left!"

"Leave side by side, which side are you talking about!"

"…"

The veins on Meng Xi's forehead jumped.

Song Zhiyi stood not far away, and she couldn't help showing a slight smile when she saw that she was so angry that she was choking.

Meng Xiruo noticed her, turned her head to see her, and said angrily, "Mr. Song, what are you looking at? Shouldn't you be here to help your girlfriend at this time?"

At this time, the old man's ears were very sharp: "Girlfriend? Girl dolls are quite trendy."

Meng Xi: "...Are you kidding me?"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"…Depend on."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing out loud. He walked over to show the old man the way on behalf of Meng Xi. After a few words, he suddenly realized.

"Thank you, it's still a reliable girlfriend!" He left this sentence and rode away happily on the little electric donkey.

"Ha, why?"

Meng Xi couldn't accept it, "Am I not talking loud enough? He just came to play with me!"

Song Zhiyi laughed.

Meng Xi took her arm and leaned against her, grumbled and complained a few words, and then said, "...Forget it, let's go, I'll take you to eat hot pot. There is a hot pot restaurant nearby that tastes very good."

Song Zhiyi said, "Eating hot pot at this time?"

It's almost summer.

Meng Xi held her hand and said calmly, "Hotpot is always delicious. Come this way."

Song Zhiyi let her lead the way.

There was a lot of traffic and people, and they naturally walked down the street with their fingers interlocked. Meng Xi hummed a song in a low voice, Song Zhiyi turned her head to look at her delicate and bright profile, and seemed to notice her gaze, so she turned her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"…nothing."

Song Zhiyi said, then suddenly shook his head and laughed. It is a soft and bright smile, in the afterglow of the sunset, it seems to be dyed with a soft and bright glow.

The cloud fell in Meng Xi's eyes, she was stunned, and stared at it right, only to hear Song Zhiyi say with a slight smile:

"Just... want to thank you."

No matter in the past, now, in the future, thank you for reaching out to me, thank you for loving me.

Meng Xi: "...Ah?"

Are you still talking about this?

Song Zhiyi just pursed her lips and smiled: "I love you too, Meng Xi."

This love is probably as long as a lifetime, and she will never let go before the end.