she really hates

The door of the room opened briefly, then closed again, and Meng Xi left.

Song Zhiyi, who was left behind, slowly stood up straight, the frailty that lingered in his brows and pretended to be strong, the fragility and shake after being frightened, was wiped away in the blink of an eye, leaving only a beautiful but expressionless face.

She turned on the bright ceiling light, and the deliberately created darkness was immediately driven away by the bright light.

The music festival will be held for several days in a row, and it is not possible to get sick yet.

Song Zhiyi went back to the bathroom to dry her hair, changed into her pajamas, and applied medicine to the wound in front of the mirror.

Her mobile phone was placed on the bedside table to charge, and it rang several times during the period. The screen was on and off, and no one paid attention to it.

Song Zhiyi didn't pick up the call unhurriedly until he finished what was supposed to be done, and another call came from the other end tirelessly.

"...What's the matter with you?! Broken hand or deaf, how many calls have I made, and I'm only answering now!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't hear when I was washing..."

Song Zhigao on the other end of the phone was full of curses.

Song Zhiyi walked to the balcony, opened the window, and the cold night wind stirred her hair.Her tone of voice was extremely weak, but the blurred side face reflected on the window was expressionless.

This hotel is not built low, and Song Zhiyi's room is on the twelfth floor, which is a height that makes people's heart beat faster and dizzy when they look down.

The starless and moonless night was lit up by neon lights, Song Zhiyi looked at the colorful and twinkling city, and dealt with Song Zhigao just right.

After venting his anxious emotions, he bluntly comforted her a few words, and couldn't wait to say what he wanted:

"...there is another urging over there! Give me some more money, not much more than 200 million, and I will definitely return it to you after the emergency. You don't want those debt collectors to urge you, they know you It belongs to my sister!"

Sure enough, it was asking for money again.

Song Zhiyi had asked him to give as much as he wanted a few times before when he was coercing and luring him, but this time he didn't let him do what he wanted.

"This... I can't afford that much money now..." She said in a embarrassed voice, "It's only 20 at most."

"How is it possible?! Aren't you amazing? Those little stars can take more than just a job! Don't you want to give it, bitch, you think it's not good for me to come to you now that my leg is broken..."

Song Zhiyi said: "No, no, I really don't have any money... Dad came here before, and he said that you borrow money just to gamble, so it's better..."

Song Zhigao was furious: "Dad, Dad! That damn old man has long since ignored us, and you still listen to him one by one! What did he say to tell you not to lend it to me?"

Song Zhiyi knew that he was frightened by debt collectors.She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, her tone was still gentle and persuasive:

"Don't say that... Dad is also doing it for your own good. When he makes money, won't he be able to pay off your debts?"

"Pay off my debts? Now he wishes he had never had a son like me!"

Song Zhigao sneered, and suddenly realized, "You lent him all your money?!"

Song Zhiyi could only admit: "Yes...he originally told me not to tell you, but you asked me for money, and I really can't get it now..."

There was no sound over there, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "20 is 20, transfer it to me."

He hangs up.

so angry...

Probably thinking of Song Zhigao's desperate situation, Song Zhiyi chuckled, found a contact and sent a message, and after confirming that the other party received it, he cleared the chat history.

Before she quit WeChat, her fingertips couldn't help staying in a certain chat box for a long time... In the end, she still didn't send anything.

At the same time, Meng Xi was also hesitant looking at the chat records with Song Zhiyi.

No one expected that there would be an accident like a fanatical fan chasing a car. Now that everything was settled, she was lying on the bed and remembered that she had something to do with Song Zhiyi.

However, if you think about it carefully, after all, it's just a matter that doesn't matter whether you say it or not. She was so concerned about it before and tangled up and down, that's why she went crazy.

When Meng Xi met Song Zhiyi, his childish and hyperactive brain became uncontrollable, and the memories that were awakened because of being caught off guard cooled down.

Not only did they have a tit-for-tat relationship, but they also had memories of being intimate with each other.

But Meng Xi seldom thinks about it, or force himself not to think about it.

That period of meteoric peace ended too abruptly and too tragically. Recalling the defeat of the two in the battle would at best make people angry and resentful...but good memories would give birth to pain.

If Song Zhiyi knew that she was still brooding over a worthless friendship, wouldn't she be so proud?

Meng Xi's death will not let this happen.

She turned off her phone and closed her eyes to sleep.

Maybe it was a little tired, Meng Xi had no dreams all night, and he packed up and flew back to China without saying goodbye to Song Zhiyi the next day.

She is very busy, and Song Zhiyi is not too busy, the two of them have their own affairs, so they will not see each other easily.

Although the relationship between Su Yuan and Song Zhiyi would start to chat occasionally, Meng Xi's response was not enthusiastic.

But after all, she is a partner, and she is barely an acquaintance... It will be her birthday in a few days, why don't you buy a gift by the way...

When Meng Xi took time to go shopping with Mrs. Meng, he inadvertently thought of this.

Her eyes fell on a display case.

Christmas is approaching, businesses are starting to use the festive atmosphere to engage in various tricks.

The brooches in this display case are made in the form of holly sprigs.Although it is red and green, the color is very heavy. The dark green leaves are decorated with vermilion fruits. It is not as bright and jumpy as the common Christmas decorations of holly, but it is elegant and cool.

Seeing her stop, the shopping guide came up to introduce with a wink: "Is Mr. Meng interested in this brooch? You can take it out and have a look. It is a limited edition specially designed by Master SC for this year's Christmas celebration..."

Meng Xi was not interested in these introductions that add a few zeros to the added value of the product, but she really liked it, so she bought it directly.

Mrs. Meng was a little surprised: "It's rare that you would buy such an accessory as a gift?"

Meng Xi answered vaguely.

Let's talk about whether to give it away or not... She just bought it because it looked okay.

Seeing her indecisive appearance, Mrs. Meng shook her head, but didn't ask any further questions.

The mother and daughter walked around, and Mrs. Meng called. She looked at the caller, frowned subtly, and went to answer it elsewhere.

But the phone call didn't take long. When she came back, Meng Xi's heart skipped a beat when she saw the ugly expression on her face.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Meng Xi hurriedly stepped forward to help her, "Whose call is it? Could it be that something happened at home?"

She wondered for a while whether the Meng family went bankrupt following the track of that dream, but Mrs. Meng waved her hand.

"It's your Uncle Song..."

Mrs. Meng closed her eyes, "Your Uncle Song... passed away."