she really hates

Song Zhiyi...does she have pica?

It's not a big deal, there's no need to run, it looks like she's scared.Meng Xi thought so, his body was very honest, and he didn't stay for a second.

Her heart was still pounding.

It was really strange, Meng Xi felt that he was not such a easily frightened person.

Did she do less exciting things in the past?Playing "Ji x Ridge" alone at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, skydiving thousands of meters high, and bungee jumping from cliffs, I have never been so flustered.

Why this time...

"boss!"

On the way back from buying water, Xiao Zhu happened to run into Meng Xi, and rushed to meet him, "The water you want..."

"You are too dawdling!"

Meng Xi took it over and unscrewed it, took a sip to suppress his shock.Originally, it was just to cover up Xiao Zhu's random excuses, but now it really comes in handy.

Xiao Zhu was scolded and felt innocent.

He didn't know the elegant meaning by listening to the string song, so he walked slowly so that the boss and Miss Song had time to talk.

Meng Xi knew that he was venting his anger, so he didn't say anything more, and exhaled: "Go back."

go back to work.Busy affairs can cover all troubles with one click.

——The premise is that her work has nothing to do with Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi stared at the phone, it was a message from Song Zhiyi.

[Know what I mean: I will record the congratulation speech for the opening of the game server tomorrow, as well as a publicity interview]

Of course Meng Xi knew this.

She personally connected with Song Zhiyi for the promotional work, and she sent Song Zhiyi the itinerary for confirmation.

There are only three days left in the countdown to the server opening of "Inhuman", and the promotional video about music production was released two days ago.

The response is not bad.Although classical music is a niche hobby, Song Zhiyi is well-known for her amazing beauty, and her skills and experience are indeed beyond reproach. As a classical pianist, she has a halo in the hearts of the public and has brought a lot of positive feedback.

But whether the game is good or bad depends on the content.

Tomorrow, Song Zhiyi will finish recording the final video, and her publicity mission will come to an end. The rest will only depend on whether the quality of "Stranger" itself passes the test.

The cooperation between Meng Xi and her basically ended here.

and so……

【Know what I mean: Will you be in the company? 】

This message was sent for more than half an hour, but Meng Xi didn't reply for a long time.

What did Song Zhiyi ask this for?

Regardless of whether she is here or not, Song Zhiyi will come tomorrow.So this sentence has only one meaning... Song Zhiyi wants to see her.

But Meng Xi didn't want to.

Now when she sees the word Song Zhiyi, she thinks of what happened in the hospital that day.The more you convince yourself to forget, the stronger you remember.

Once she dreamed—not in a hospital, but in a dimly lit room.

The light red light was ambiguous, and Song Zhiyi's knees were sunk in the carpet, with jet-black hair and snow-white skin.She raised her face, her slender eyelids half covered the shimmering waves, her lips were cherry red, and someone's bent knuckles were in her mouth, and bright red blood spilled from between her white teeth, rolling down on her white and soft chest...

so horrible!

Meng Xi woke up on the spot, and listed this dream as the top nightmare in his life.

Still don't reply.

Meng Xi thought, Song Zhiyi, who is so knowledgeable and interesting, must be able to understand what she meant.

For the first time... I don't know how many times she put down her mobile phone and continued to work, but she refused to let her go with that line of writing, as if she had become a jerk, always turning back and forth in front of her eyes.

【Will you be in the company? 】

【Will you be in the company? 】

【Will you be in the company? 】

Neuropathy!

Meng Xi scolded in his heart.She picked up the phone again, but felt a tremor in her hand, just as a call came in.

There is no note, but how could Meng Xi not recognize this series of numbers.

It was Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi hung up in the first second... After hanging up, he reacted and stared at the phone as if facing a formidable enemy.

There was no movement over there.

Meng Xi clicked into the WeChat chat, but there was no new news.

But she just had the feeling that Song Zhiyi was on the other side waiting for her reply.

Playing dead at this time is like acquiescing to retreat without a fight.Meng Xi fought fiercely in his heart, and finally typed a "?" coldly and briefly.

Song Zhiyi replied in seconds.

【Know what I mean: If I am here, I can just meet up, and I have something to tell you】

Wait, she didn't agree to meet Song Zhi.Meng Xi quickly replied: [Not necessarily available]

[Know what I mean: just say a few words, it won't be long, or are you not in the company? 】

Meng Xi didn't think about it, but she really had to go to the company for something.

[Know what I mean: I have an appointment, see you tomorrow]

【Know what I mean: [猫猫快乐.gif]】

Meng Xi and that malicious emoji looked at each other for a long time.

... She felt that Song Zhiyi had tricked her into it.Why is she so dignified Mr. Meng, and Song Zhiyi will see you as soon as she says she will?Is their relationship that good?

Meng Xi put down the phone angrily.

When she woke up the next day, she was still thinking about it, but soon she had no time to think about it.

At the critical moment when the game was about to open, there was a problem with the partner. Meng Xi was mad at the other party's unreliability in his heart, and had to solve it.

She had been running around all day, and it was evening when she arrived at the company.As soon as you enter the lobby, you will be greeted by the front desk.

"President Meng, Miss Song is waiting for you in the reception room."

Meng Xi suddenly stopped: "Who? Which Miss Song?"

She actually had an answer in her heart.He took out his phone and looked, and sure enough, Song Zhiyi had sent her a message around noon.

[Know what I mean: Do you want to go back to the company?I can wait for a while]

a little?

Song Zhiyi's video recording was probably over in the morning, and Meng Xi thought about it when she was busy, thinking that she couldn't wait for anyone, so she should have left early.

Meng Xi felt a little guilty.

Taking the past as a lesson, she felt that it would be better to have less unnecessary emotions towards Song Zhiyi.But it is an indisputable fact that she made the other party wait for a day.

She knocked on the door of the reception room.

"Please come in."

Meng Xi pushed the door open and went in.Song Zhiyi sat on the sofa, the same position as last time, with a magazine spread out on her lap.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a thin golden veil gently falling down, warming her beautiful face.

She wore lip gloss today, and her lips were a bright berry color, moist like cherry jelly.

"……Awaited."

Meng Xi looked away unnaturally, wishing he could use an eraser to erase the picture that appeared in his mind.

Song Zhiyi smiled: "It's nothing. I've been resting recently, whether it's the same at home or here."

She wasn't angry at all?

Song Zhiyi has evolved again - she was treated coldly, poked at the sore spot, and even flinched, but now her temper is so good that she is hardly human.

Meng Xi couldn't do anything about her tenderness, he could only keep ringing the alarm bell in his heart, and stood by the door without going.

Meng Xi asked, "What do you want to say?"

Song Zhiyi said: "The Winter Music Festival is about to open, and I'm going to go abroad tomorrow, and I won't be able to come back for a while."

Meng Xi: "Oh..."

She knew that this music festival was a large-scale music festival, mainly classical music, and there would also be opera performances. The performers were all world-renowned performers and teams—Father Meng paid attention to it half a year in advance.

After Meng Xi finished "Oh", she found that the room was quiet. She and Song Zhiyi looked at each other, speechless for a while.

... gone?

Meng Xi was full of disbelief: "That's why you said that?"

Then wait here for a day?

of course not.

Song Zhiyi looked at Meng Xi, the fundus of his eyes was painted with melted light gold by the setting sun, and the light rippled slightly in his eyes.

"I came to see you."

She showed a shallow smile, and lowered her eyes lightly, as if even her eyelashes were covered with slender sorrow, "After getting busy, it's hard to see each other like today..."

Meng Xi was numb.

She couldn't help but took a step back and leaned against the door. The cold doorknob hit her waist, which brought her back a little sanity.

——Speaking as if they are in a relationship that they often meet.

Song Zhiyi immediately looked at her with some expectation: "Will you come to this music festival?"

The gentle and pure beauty begged softly, with a clear expression, and a simple refusal seemed to be a heinous thing.

Fortunately, it was Song Zhiyi. If it was another person, Meng Xi really couldn't hold on.She struggled to maintain a lukewarm attitude: "We will see the situation at that time."

Song Zhiyi paused, unable to hide his disappointment.

She sighed softly, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards Meng Xi.

Meng Xi tensed his back.

Song Zhiyi stopped in about two steps.The cool and slightly astringent mint scent wafted over from her body. It should not be perfume, but more like shower gel.

And the fruity sweetness faintly mixed with it contains the unique smell of cosmetics... It is her lip gloss.

Song Zhiyi suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened last time."

Meng Xi just turned away his glued eyes, his heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he decided to play dumb: "Last time? What happened?"

Song Zhiyi seemed to laugh very lightly.

"It's okay if you don't remember." She said softly, "I will send you the tickets for the music festival...Meng Xi, I hope you can come."

The last sentence was as soft as a cloud.Meng Xi looked over, but Song Zhiyi happened to take a step forward at this moment.

Almost close together, the faint mint aroma is irresistibly infiltrated.

Song Zhiyi stretched out her hand, Meng Xi was stunned for a moment, and avoided reflexively, and saw her... twist the doorknob.

Meng Xi: "..."

Won't you say a word to open the door?

Song Zhiyi didn't seem to notice her dodge, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng, see you next time."

she left.

The sunset outside the window was almost burnt out, and there was a vague fragrance in the reception room. Meng Xi, who was left behind, rubbed his fingers unconsciously, his expression fluctuating.