she really hates

"Do all pianists need such a good looks now? [doge][picture]"

"No big deal, I'll [doge] the first four bars too"

"Screenshot of my sister's face, thank you [picture]"

"I have heard many versions of Dongfeng, and the treatment of this version is my favorite."

"Mom! I saw an angel! I originally clicked in to enjoy the music, but I was killed by the last look back. My sister won't marry me. [Big cry] [Big cry]"

This Weibo was very popular, and Meng Xi flipped through the comments, most of which were praises for Song Zhiyi.

Tch...they are all little fools who are blinded by appearances.She lacked interest and couldn't help being in a complicated mood, so she turned off her phone.

The windows of the ward were open, and the sunlight illuminated the room brightly. The white curtains were blown by the breeze, revealing the round cactus potted plants on the window sill.

Meng Xi stared at it for a while, and Song Zhiyi's childish face when he was a student flashed in front of his eyes...and that look.

"...Tsk."

She sat up irritably, and asked the nurse to push the bottle and ran to the next ward.

Han Yuming was hanging his broken leg, playing games while sitting on the hospital bed.

He was very energetic, and when he hit a bad place, he would greet his teammates passionately on the mic. He didn't even notice that Meng Xi came in, until he was slapped on the head: "Fuck, who is...Meng Xi!?"

He played excitedly: "You're awake! I was really scared to death before!"

Meng Xi didn't believe it: "I see you are having a good time."

"How can it be? Have fun while suffering." Han Yuming lowered his head as he spoke, "Wait a minute! I'll finish this game first."

Meng Xi: "..."

Han Yuming's hand ended with a crushing victory on the opposite side. He and his teammates greeted each other affectionately for a few minutes before putting down the phone: "...Oh, I can't take it! When did you wake up?"

"I haven't woken up for long." Meng Xi said, looking at him with a strange look for a moment, until he looked at him with hairs all over, and then asked abruptly, "We were engaged when we were in high school?"

Han Yuming: "... Are you out of your mind?"

"Ha ha."

Meng Xi kicked his hospital bed as soon as he raised his leg.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Han Yuming hurriedly protected his legs, "Sister, forgive me for being mean for a while."

He recalled: "It seems that there is such a thing. But didn't our parents talk about it? Could it be that my uncle and aunt brought up the old thing again because of my heroic rescue of the United States this time, and the true feelings of adversity? Cough, it is true It's not impossible..."

"Dream less." Meng Xi sneered, "I am a law-abiding citizen who pays attention to public order and good customs, and I don't mess with Lun."

Han Yuming: "Ah? When did we have a blood relationship?"

Meng Xi: "Beginning in junior high school, the father you personally recognize, my good son."

Han Yuming's face was full of indescribable words: "..."

Meng Xi thought he was going to create a medical miracle, so he jumped up to refute, but he flinched very spinelessly, and even admitted: "Okay, then, Dad, how is your noble head? Can you log in to the game and show off your face?" Your good son who is about to fall apart?"

What an act of slavery!Meng Xi was amazed.

The absurd plot in the dream didn't dissipate after Meng Xi woke up, but became more and more clear, always running out to occupy her brain.

She was a little annoyed at first, but after chatting with Han Yuming, she was convinced that it was impossible for her to die for such a mentally handicapped child, so she went back to recuperate with peace of mind.

Her injury looked serious at the time, but she recovered much faster than the fractured Han Yuming, and it didn't take long before she left him and went back to China.

After all, unlike Han Yuming, who is idle and waits to die, she has a job.

The Meng family's industry is a family inheritance. After several generations of accumulation, the Meng Group has involved all walks of life. In the hands of Meng's father, it took advantage of the tide of Internet development and made great strides forward. Now it is in full swing.

As one of the heirs of such a huge business empire, Meng Xi is not like her sister Meng Zhao who showed business talent at the age of seventeen or eighteen, who is struggling to contribute to the family business. Instead, she eats dividends and starts her own business. A game company.

In the words of Meng's father, it means "not doing business properly".

However, after the mobile game "Survivor" developed by Mengxi Company topped the global krypton gold list last year, he didn't say it again.

Instead, it was replaced by "Stay old, don't think about making progress."

Meng Xi pretended not to hear.

The company's management system is very sound, Meng Xi also worked hard during the recovery period, and did not lose anything because of this half a month.

On the contrary, after being discharged from the hospital, some entertainments cannot be avoided.

"...That's the most troublesome part."

At the reception held by the partner, Meng Xi hid on the balcony on the second floor, and complained to his friends on the phone, "Before talking about business, I have to eat and eat, and I come and go to build relationships. It seems that when I sign a contract, I will give up because of this friendship." ,whispering sound."

Su Yuan on the other end of the phone smiled lightly: "If you don't like it, just show your face and go back early."

Meng Xi pretended to be arrogant: "Forget it, give him some face."

Calculating the time was about the same, Meng Xi hung up the phone without talking much, and returned to the banquet.

Passing by the bathroom on the second floor, someone came out in a daze. Meng Xi was almost knocked down by her, so she managed to hold onto the wall to stand firm, and looked over with a frown.

It was a young woman in a red dress, she looked familiar, but Meng Xi couldn't remember where she had seen her before.On the other hand, when the other party saw her, he seemed to be taken aback, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Meng Xi?!"

"We know each other?" Meng Xi really didn't remember who she was.

When the woman in the red skirt heard this, her face was extremely stiff: "...you don't remember me?"

Should I remember?Meng Xi looked at her with raised eyebrows, quite confident in his memory - if you don't remember, it means it's not important.

The woman in the red skirt sensed something in her eyes, her expression was extremely ugly, as if she had been greatly humiliated.She didn't say anything in the end, just bent down to pick up the white paper bag that fell on the ground, and left here in a hurry.

……baffling.

Meng Xi didn't pay much attention to her, straightened her skirt and continued to walk downstairs.The hall below was brightly lit and filled with wine, no different from before she left.

...except for someone extra.

Among all kinds of guests, Meng Xi caught that figure at the first sight.

The hazy white gauze skirt made the figure shrouded in snow and mist, the black hair around the ears was pulled back, and the diamond-shaped diamond earrings swayed gently on the soft jaw line, reflecting the light like ice crystals.

——Song Zhiyi.

With a faint smile on her face, she listened to the people next to her, but her soft brows and eyes moved slightly, as if she was looking for something.

Until the moment Meng Xi found her, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection, those clear and delicate eyes turned around and looked at Meng Xi on the stairs from afar across half the field.

"..."

After Song Zhiyi was taken aback, he smiled slightly.

Meng Xi turned her eyes away as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't seen her at all, and went downstairs to chat with others.After a while, he casually looked over there, but Song Zhiyi had already looked away.

... cut, put on a show.

The people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies.Meng Xi took this sentence very seriously.

For example, she knows her opponent very well - when Song Zhiyi is distracted, she is used to staring at the things in her hand.

Even if they haven't seen each other for six years, the other party hasn't made much progress.He seemed to be listening intently to the person in front of him, but glanced at the wine glass in his hand very frequently.

Song Zhiyi definitely did not show such indifference.

Meng Xi was a little strangely proud.

That's right, if she was the only one who was brooding over the past, wouldn't she lose out?

When meeting former opponents, even the way of thinking goes back to high school.Meng Xi felt that if he didn't lose, he won first. He picked up his wine glass and walked towards Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi was indeed absent-minded.

"I heard that Ms. Song likes the capital of country A very much. Hehe, I don't like living abroad very much, but recently I have the idea of ​​buying a villa there. You should know..."

The middle-aged man with a big belly on the opposite side was talking boastfully.

He tried to pass himself off as a well-mannered gentleman when he introduced himself, but his flamboyant nature couldn't hide it when the conversation got going.

Song Zhiyi glanced at the warm orange lipstick on his collar, and smiled politely.

The champagne in his hand was taken casually, the walls of the crystal cup reflected the dazzling light, and the clear liquid was like some kind of flowing gemstone, shining with luster, very similar to the diamond necklace on Meng Xi's collarbone when he caught a glimpse just now.

Song Zhiyi didn't look over there, but traced that familiar yet unfamiliar face in his mind.

The years seem to have treated her particularly favorably, and the six years have not worn away the slightest sharpness. When she raises her eyebrows and eyes, a lively and wanton beauty blooms.

"Is Miss Song interested in wine?"

The man's questioning voice was a little dissatisfied.Song Zhiyi came back to his senses, realized that he had been in a trance for too long, and smiled apologetically: "Drinking too much alcohol will make your hands unsteady. I haven't tried it much. I heard from Jiajia that there is a winery under Mr. Wang's name, so I should be concerned about this. Is there a lot of research in it?"

She raised the topic, but the other party didn't answer it, and said disapprovingly: "Miss Song is just too cautious, it's good to try it once in a while."

He made a gesture of waiting for a clink of glasses.

Song Zhiyi's smile faded a little: "I don't drink well, so forget it this time."

As expected, the man lowered his face: "Miss Song, are you so disrespectful?"

The place where they talked was far away from the center of the party, and it was a bit hidden.

Song Zhiyi glanced around calmly, didn't say anything, just smiled at him, and was about to leave when the young woman in the red dress walked over quickly, took her by the arm, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? "

When Mr. Wang saw her, his face softened a little: "Miss Ye."

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't accompany you earlier."

Ye Jiajia naturally exchanged the mixed juice in her hand for Song Zhiyi's champagne, smiled and clinked glasses with Mr. Wang: "Thank you for supporting me earlier."

"Miss Ye, you're being polite. I just appreciate a knowledgeable and interesting person like you."

After all, the two looked at Song Zhiyi at the same time, as if they were waiting for her to join in happily.

In Ye Jiajia's eyes, there was a faint pleading.

The mixed juice is a clear orange color, and the crystal clear ice cubes are half-melted inside, and the coolness permeates the palm of the hand through the glass wall.

Song Zhiyi's smile was so weak that it was almost invisible, but he and Ye Jiajia looked at each other for a moment, then he still raised his glass...

"Miss Song."

Deliberately protracted, so the somewhat lazy voice interrupted her movements.

Song Zhiyi's hand just stopped in mid-air, watching the ice cubes in the glass collide slightly, and slowly turned her head.

Meng Xi stood not far away with a contemptuous look.

She wore a pure black long dress today, with a tight waist and high slits on both sides, perfectly highlighting her slender waist and long legs. She brushed her long curly hair, and when she raised her chin slightly and walked towards this side, she was full of unknown Where did the high-spirited spirit come from, and he walked out of the runway demeanor for a short distance.

Maybe it's not the occasion to laugh.But Song Zhiyi couldn't hold back, pursed his lips, showing a slight smile.

In the next second, Meng Xi paused for a moment, then suddenly walked a few steps quickly, tilting the red wine glass in his hand, and all the deep red wine splashed on Song Zhiyi's snow-white skirt.