she really hates

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi arrived at the hotel just before and after.

She came out of the parking lot, and before she reached the hotel entrance, she heard a loud "bang!" before the phone in her bag rang, and then the tires scraped across the ground with a high-pitched sound.

Meng Xi was taken aback, and when she turned around, she was stunned. Can rear-end collisions happen in this kind of road conditions?

Just then the phone rang, and it was Song Zhiyi.Meng Xi first patted the dazed little Zhu awake: "Call for an ambulance!"

After speaking, he picked up the phone and walked over there.She wanted to go over and see if the people in the car needed help.

As a result, the mobile phone was connected, and Meng Xi fed a few times but did not hear a response. After a palpitating silence, a voice shouted in panic:

"Zhi...Miss Zhiyi? What to do, what to do now, are you okay..."

After a while, Song Zhiyi said, "I'm fine, just lock the car door."

……No way? ?

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Meng Xi's heart, he didn't dare to hang up the phone, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

But she was already some distance away from the two cars, and before she could get close, a tall man in black got out of the minivan that rear-ended her.

It was the homeless man squatting outside the manor before!

His situation was obviously very wrong, his forehead was still bleeding from the car accident just now, but he raised the wrench regardless, and slammed it hard on the rear window of the car!

——Boom!The car window was smashed with cobweb-like cracks!

Someone on the other end of the phone called in a panic.

Depend on!

The voices at both ends overlapped, and Meng Xi cursed bitterly in his heart. When he saw the hotel security coming, he just watched the situation vigilantly around, losing his temper.

She hung up the phone, took out the electric baton and ran over there.

Customs would not allow this stuff, so she asked Xiao Zhu to get it when she was abroad.

The man in black over there had smashed the car window and reached in to open the door.

Meng Xi's heart was already in his throat, and the next second he heard a miserable howl——

The man in black struggled violently with his mouth murmuring!He wanted to pull his hand out, but the broken car window was like a monster's mouth full of sharp teeth, biting him tightly!

Not missing this opportunity, Meng Xi pressed his hands that were about to tremble, rushed forward and pressed the opened electric baton on the back of his neck!

There was a crackling electric current, and the man in black rolled his eyes and fell down.

His heavy body fell to the ground, kicking up dust, and a ballpoint pen pierced through the palm of his hand that was stretched into the car.

Meng Xi held the electric baton tightly, her heart was still pounding, and her chest kept rising and falling.

She looked into the car through the pale street lights, and the person in the back seat lowered his head to support the seat, his slender shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was very fragile and uneasy.

However, when she raised her face to look over, there was still blood splattered on her pale face, and after her tightly pressed lips were loosened, they changed from bloodless to rose-like red, showing a thrilling beauty.

Meng Xi looked at her.

Those eyes were like the deep and cold night, and the light reflected in the eyes became the cold light refracted by the fragments of the blade.

But when he saw Meng Xi's face, the ruthless gaze paused, seemed to be dazed, and then slowly softened, turning into a quiet watery light in his eyes.

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought, fortunately she came in time... It really was the unlucky Song Zhiyi.

The murderer in black was taken away by the belated police.

He recruited without forcing a confession. It is said that he is a fanatical fan of Song Zhiyi, and he did all this to get in touch with the idol.

Meng Xi felt that Song Zhiyi had done too many immoral things, so he kept running into such bad things.

If she plays the card game, she must be the kind of senior African chief who will never get an SSR without guaranteeing the bottom line.

It wasn't Han Yuming who needed four strong bodyguards in black to escort her, but her.

Fortunately, besides scrapping a car, only Song Zhiyi was slightly injured when the window was smashed.

Meng Xi helped people to the end, sent Buddha to the west, let the frightened little assistant go to rest first, sent Xiao Zhu to buy medicine, and knocked on the door of Song Zhiyi's room.

No one should.

She is still out at this time?

Suspiciously, Meng Xi took out the spare room card that Song Zhiyi gave her, and swiped the card to enter the door.

The moment the door opened, Meng Xi heard the sound of water coming through the bathroom door. There was only a dimly lit bedside lamp on in the room. The light from the bathroom was not dazzling, but the sense of presence was extremely strong.

...She is taking a bath.

Meng Xi suddenly felt nervous and uncomfortable invading other people's privacy.

She put down the plastic bag containing the medicine and bandages and was about to leave, but the sound of water in the bathroom stopped just at this moment.

It's too late to leave.

With a click, the bathroom door was opened, and the warm yellow light streamed out in the steaming mist.

The slender and slim figure was against the light, and she stepped on the carpet with bare feet, her round and exquisite toes sunk in, and the color of blood vessels faintly revealed on the white and tender arches.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her skin was scalded by hot water, and it was glowing red, the water droplets couldn't hang on it, and flowed straight down.

The black hair was still wet, dripping with water, clinging to the snow-white cheeks and shoulders, and the red between the lips absorbed the moisture, like overripe cranberries soaked with dew.

The memories Meng Xi deliberately forgot swept back, and he stood still stiffly.

When Song Zhiyi saw her, there was no surprise on his face. His gaze was like a quiet and gentle lake, and it seemed to be swept by an undercurrent, faintly touching.

"...Meng Xi."

she called softly.Meng Xi responded subconsciously, feeling her throat tightened, and she didn't dare to meet her eyes: "I... I'm here to deliver medicine, you should have a good rest."

She finished speaking hastily, and was about to leave after bypassing Song Zhiyi. As soon as her hand reached the doorknob, someone grabbed her from behind.

The wet and soft touch is against the wrist, and the force is not very heavy, so you can break free easily.

Meng Xi shuddered and almost jumped up.

Surrounded by the moist mint aroma from behind, she turned her head with difficulty, and saw Song Zhiyi with drooping eyes.

"……Any thing else?"

"Well, I'm... a little scared." Song Zhiyi bit her lips, her voice didn't look weak, but a barely maintained calm, which made people feel more pitiful, "Can you stay with me for a while?"

Meng Xi's first reaction was not to believe it.

If it were someone else, even if it was a thick-backed, big-bodied and thick-skinned man who would say he was afraid of such a thing, she would think it was human nature, but it was Song Zhiyi...

Meng Xi looked at her expression silently, trying to find traces of acting.

She didn't respond for a long time, Song Zhiyi might have realized something, especially her watery eyelashes trembled, and she slowly raised her eyes.

Meng Xi was startled.

There was no fear in those eyes, nor did they pretend to be weak, they just watched her quietly, the eyes were as clear as water.

Meng Xi remembered this look.

She was slightly dazed, as if being brought back to the rainy day six or seven years ago by the gradually cooling mist around her.