she really hates

When the assistant received a call from Lan Hai, Song Zhiyi was practicing the piano.

The faint sound of the piano came through the door. At the beginning, it was a serious practice for two hours, and then it became an impromptu performance. Now it is a string of piano music from "Mary Had a Little Sheep" to "Puppy Waltz" to "The Bell" .

Qingyue's piano sound was like background music, and with the news heard during the call, the assistant had a sense of absurdity in a black comedy.

When Song Zhiyi was free, he could spend a day in the piano room.

The assistant knows that she doesn't like to be interrupted when she practices the piano, but there are always some things that cannot be postponed.She knocked on the door.

The music inside stopped.

"come in."

The assistant heard the response and pushed open the door.

Song Zhiyi likes white, and uses a large area of ​​decoration in his home, focusing on simplicity and spaciousness.This piano room is the worst.

The white and clean walls, the pure white marble floor reflected light, the ivory white piano stood in the center of the room, the curtains were blown by the wind, and the sunlight falling behind Song Zhiyi was also bright white.

She sat on the piano bench, turned her head, her smooth black hair slipped from her shoulders, scattered on the white nightdress, and the faint cherry red between her lips was the only vivid color.

The room was so clean and depressing, Song Zhiyi stayed in it, but it fit perfectly, the whole picture had a pure and flawless beauty.

The assistant was used to seeing it, but his eyes were still dazzled.

"Is there something urgent?"

The assistant came back to his senses, heard the gentle inquiry, thought for a while, didn't know what to say, and finally started from the source: "It's Song Zhigao, he went to Blue Ocean to make trouble again..."

Song Zhiyi was not surprised to hear this.

She knew that the money she gave this cheap brother last time was almost spent, and it was time for her to come to the door during this time.

She didn't take this matter very seriously, and lowered her head to touch the black and white keys: "I will contact him. You can ask who is the security guard and the front desk on duty in Lanhai today. I have caused trouble to their work, and I will send you an apology later." .”

It wasn't the first time the Assistant had done these things...but today was different.

The assistant said with difficulty: "Not only that, Sister Zhiyi, the front desk said that when Song Zhigao came to make trouble, he happened to meet President Xiao Meng and her friend, and there was a conflict between the two sides. President Xiao Meng asked the bodyguard to break his leg... ..."

A heavy piano sound burst out.

The assistant suddenly fell silent, looking at Song Zhiyi who had missed.

She sat quietly in front of the piano for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and walked outside.

"Is she hurt?"

"Ah? Song Zhigao?" The assistant followed her, repeating uncertainly, "He was beaten up by Mr. Meng's bodyguards and his leg was broken. Now he should..."

"Not asking him."

Song Zhiyi interrupted her, "Mr. Meng, is she injured?"

The assistant has been with her for two or three years, and this is the first time I saw the boss who is always gentle and gentle. His gaze was especially cold, as if after lifting the thin and soft snow veil, it revealed the secret hidden underneath. blade.

The assistant inevitably became nervous: "Probably not, the front desk didn't mention..."

If there is something big, it's impossible not to say it.

Song Zhiyi also understood it in his heart, but he still couldn't let go: "I'm going to change clothes, you get ready, we'll go there now."

"okay……"

The assistant watched her close the bedroom door, and hurriedly dialed the phone.

Meng Xi and the others are definitely not in Lan Hai now—in the hospital.

Song Zhigao had a broken leg and came here for treatment.As for Meng Xi, she did what she said, and she came here to lose money, and by the way, she waited for Song Zhigao's "family" to come over.

Beside her were the police, two strong men in black who beat her, Xiao Zhu, and the urgently called lawyer.

Han Yuming wasn't there, so she drove her to accompany her blind date.

Song Zhigao's story is a bit funny.

Meng Xi returned to her harsh words. She knew that the bodyguard Mrs. Han hired for her son must be a professional with proper measure—for example, beating someone can make the other party suffer a lot, but they can't detect any injuries.

Song Zhigao's leg fell on the steps of the gate when he fled after being beaten.It may be that he has done too many immoral things, and the angle of the fall is not good, and the consequences are particularly serious.

The police came over to see that ordinary disputes turned into criminal cases, which could not be settled easily.

Meng Xi called up Lan Hai's surveillance, and the incident inside was very clear. It was Song Zhigao who came to make trouble, and then "intentioned to hurt people" first, and the two bodyguards' actions belonged to legitimate self-defense... Meng Xi insisted on saying this, even if self-defense is justified. defensive.

Moreover, the two bodyguards did not cause any particularly serious physical injuries to Song Zhigao. His injuries were all caused by himself.

After watching the surveillance, Xiao Zhu's lawyer also arrived.

It is absolutely impossible for Meng Xi to send himself to the police station to teach such a thing.

When Song Zhiyi arrived, he saw a group of people gathering solemnly in front of the operating room. Only Meng Xi was sitting comfortably beside him, crossing his legs and flicking his mobile phone, with the drink that Xiao Zhu bought for her in his hand.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Hearing footsteps, Meng Xi raised his eyes to see Song Zhiyi, put away his phone and stood up.

She is wearing a small white suit today, the shirt is snugly tucked into the high-waisted trousers, and her slightly curly long hair is tied up with a gemstone buckle headband. Not easy to approach.

But when Song Zhiyi saw her like this, he couldn't help but smile for no reason.

Song Zhiyi approached.

Meng Xi glanced at her, as if he didn't take the victim's family seriously, and said "apologize": "I'm so sorry, Miss Song, I beat up your brother."

The rest of the people looked sideways at her arrogance.

Song Zhiyi smiled slightly: "The family education is not strict, which made Boss Meng laugh."

Immediately, the tense atmosphere became a scene of greetings of "Have you eaten?" and "Have you eaten."

It's kind of strange how to say this.Including Meng Xi, everyone was silent.

Song Zhiyi didn't realize it.

Seeing that Meng Xi was fine, she felt relieved and went to the police to find out the situation.

After Song Zhigao's operation was over, when he was pushed out, he saw Song Zhiyi, and immediately became excited. He didn't know what to say, because of the sequelae of anesthesia, his mouth was a little awkward and slurred.

Song Zhiyi asked: "Can I go and have a word with him?"

She is a family member, Song Zhigao seems to want to talk to her, of course there is nothing wrong with it.

Song Zhiyi entered the ward, and after a while, she came out and smiled at the policeman waiting here: "Officer, my brother wants to see you."

The policeman went in, came out within ten minutes, and gave her an odd look.

Song Zhigao, who kept saying he was going to sue Meng Xi when he was injured, gave up "pursuing the matter", admitting that it was all his own fault, and he wasn't even going to ask for medical expenses.

If the person involved made such a statement, then there is nothing else to say.The lawyer Meng Xi called was useless, and he left with the police.

Meng Xi didn't move.

She asked the two bodyguards to stay in the car, and then sent Xiao Zhu to buy water.

There were only two people left in the aisle in front of the ward, she asked Song Zhiyi, "What did you tell him?"

Song Zhiyi put it lightly: "He's not smart, but he's not very courageous, so he's obedient when he's frightened."

Meng Xi didn't think that a person who came to the door several times to make troubles and extort money would be so timid.

"have a finger in the pie……"

Meng Xi muttered something, and seeing Song Zhiyi looked over, he didn't intend to change his words: "There is nothing wrong with it, just give him some money."

She waited for Song Zhiyi to get angry, but Song Zhiyi just compromised: "Then treat me as meddling in other people's business, so that Mr. Meng will suffer."

Her tone was gentle and helpless.

Meng Xi's goosebumps were about to rise, and he said suspiciously: "You don't think I'm teaching him for you, do you?"

for her?

Song Zhiyi was startled, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, with a soft smile in his eyes: "Of course not. I know, Boss Meng is only thinking about Lan Hai's image."

Meng Xi: "..."

Song Zhiyi's tone was very sincere.

Meng Xi had no proof, but she just felt that Song Zhiyi was teasing her.

Meng Xi felt a subtle guilty conscience.

At that time, when she called the bodyguards to beat someone, half of it was out of anger at being provoked, and she wanted Song Zhigao to learn a lesson so that he would stop coming to her place to make trouble.the other half...

Song Zhigao scolded too harshly.

Although Song Zhiyi is her enemy, she is also an excellent employee who creates benefits for the company.

It felt like someone was going to paste mud on her treasured artwork, and Meng Xi was so angry that she didn't expect it.

But...is Song Zhiyi really her "work of art"?

Thinking of this, Meng Xi suddenly felt a little annoyed, feeling that it would be really boring for him to stay here and talk nonsense.

What is there to talk about.She said, "Since it's all right, I'm leaving."

Song Zhiyi held her back, "Wait, Meng Xi, what happened to your hand?"

"what?"

The soft palm was attached to the wrist bone, and there was a warm touch.Meng Xi was taken aback by her suddenly, his whole reaction was a little slow.

She was inexplicably flustered, so she quickly pulled her hand out, glanced at the blood scab on the back of her hand, and directly peeled it off with her hand: "That brother of yours didn't scratch it, forget it, a small wound..."

The small wound was so roughly touched by her that it started to bleed again.

Song Zhiyi didn't have time to stop her, her eyebrows twitched, she pursed her lips and said, "Let's disinfect it, do you know what he touched before he scratched you?"

When Meng Xi said that, she felt that something was wrong all over her body.

Song Zhiyi went to the nurse's station to borrow medical alcohol and cotton swabs.

They found a nearby seat and sat down. Meng Xi wanted to come by herself, but Song Zhiyi avoided her and used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to press on her wound.

No matter how small the wound is, alcohol will sting. Meng Xi hissed, reasonably suspecting that she was retaliating. He raised his eyes to look at the opposite side, but could only see Song Zhiyi's eyelashes drooping, quiet and focused.

Her hand was squeezed by Song Zhiyi, and the alcohol evaporated on her skin, bringing a cool feeling. After cleaning, she was properly pasted with a band-aid.

This feels so weird.Meng Xi immediately withdrew his hand.

She caught a glimpse of bright blood on Song Zhiyi's white and tender fingertips, which should have been accidentally stained just now.

Just as he was about to remind him, Song Zhiyi raised his hand...and put it into his lips.

Meng Xi: "..."

Meng Xi: "..."

She stood up in a jerk. If it was a cat, it would explode from the top of the sky to the tip of its tail by now.

"you you……"

Meng Xi stumbled.Song Zhiyi also seemed a little dazed, as if he didn't understand what he had done.

... She really didn't understand.

The rusty taste of blood in the mouth mixed with the irritating taste of medical alcohol was disgustingly weird.

Song Zhiyi woke up from that momentary erratic, almost subconscious action, and it was difficult for him to understand what he was thinking at the time.

She raised her eyes, watched Meng Xi's changing expressions, and opened her mouth, rarely knowing what to say.

Meng Xi felt that his heart rate might be [-] at the moment.

She looked at Song Zhiyi's wet fingertips, and then stared quietly at Shang Song Zhiyi, not understanding what she was doing in a panic—it wasn't her who did the weird thing!

But Meng Xi just couldn't calm down.

It was as if a tiny electric current was flowing around, her whole body was numb, and her heart was beating like a drum in the numbness of her body.

After a while, Meng Xi forced out a word: "You...are you talking about hygiene..."

Clearly the words should be upright and strict, but the voice was a little soft.

Song Zhiyi slightly lowered her eyes: "...Sorry."

This kind of reaction... This kind of reaction is even weirder!

Meng Xi was restless, she felt that something was wrong - anyway, she couldn't stay in this place any longer!

36 meter, go is the best policy.

She took a deep breath, left a hurried farewell, and fled from here.