she really hates

It's not going well.

Although there is a saying that "life is full of accidents", Meng Xi feels that there are too many accidents today.

Following the sudden food poisoning incident at the hotel where I made an appointment with my partner, I had to close temporarily; the other party received an important phone call, regretting that the negotiation was postponed...

Even if Meng Xi is not superstitious, it is inevitable that this is an early warning from the heavens, and it is better to think about this cooperation.

"...If it wasn't brought up over there, I wouldn't even want to discuss things at the dinner. And since it's so troublesome to make appointments for dinner, he can't bring a reliable deputy to guarantee that he can negotiate with him in case of any sudden incident. Did it go well? Ahhhh, a waste of time."

Meng Xi complained.

Now that we have entered the information age, at least we can save some useless rituals in official affairs, so as to make things more convenient.She often thinks so.

But thanks to the unprofessional partner, she is now sitting in the living room of Song Zhiyi's house ahead of schedule.

The decoration in the house is no different from Meng Xi's imagination, because it fits Song Zhiyi's preferences too - spacious, simple, bright, and a large area of ​​white.

Maybe it's winter, Meng Xi sitting here has the illusion of sitting in the snow.

"So you haven't eaten yet?"

Song Zhiyi put the brewed tea on the marble coffee table in front of Meng Xi.

"Thank you." Meng Xi didn't touch the steaming cup of tea, it looked very hot, she said, "I haven't eaten, but it's not too late now. Have you eaten yet?"

She peeled an orange quickly as she spoke.The orange peel is still intact, but the five petals are separated, like a unique flower.

Meng Xi broke open the orange and gave half to Song Zhiyi.Although she took it, she didn't eat it.

"Not yet." Song Zhiyi said, "Usually at home, Jintang will deliver it. I just received a call saying that the business will be closed in the next two days. I'm still wondering why. It turned out to be food poisoning."

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the worst event for the catering industry, and it is normal to be closed.

Song Zhiyi can understand, but she has to find another way for her lunch.

Meng Xi said, "Is there no food at home?"

Just in time to have dinner together.Meng Xi was a bit too lazy to bother, she wanted to solve it on the spot rather than going out.

But Song Zhiyi said, "No."

The answer was so quick that I didn't even think about it.Meng Xi was suspicious: "There is nothing? Simple ingredients, or fast food are also fine..."

Meng Xi doesn't know how to cook, but he can steam steamed buns, cook dumplings, noodles, and dishes at the same level as scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"Milk?" The question is, Song Zhiyi thought for a while and said, "Fruit...and the slices of bread that the assistant bought before, and there are peanut butter and jam in the refrigerator for spreading."

"..."

Is there nothing else?Is there nothing left? ?

Seeing that Meng Xi was speechless, Song Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm often away from home, and I don't know how to cook. The refrigerator is indeed a bit empty."

Of course she can ask the housekeeper to come.But Song Zhiyi's sense of territoriality is too strong. It's acceptable for the assistant to stay for a while because of work, and occasionally someone comes to clean up. It's not the same situation when cooking.

This overly life-like fireworks could easily make her feel repulsed by the territory being invaded.

Anyway, it is very convenient to have the hotel deliver food, so there is no need to do anything extra.

"...Then let's order takeaway."

Although Meng Xi had the idea of ​​two people going to the supermarket for a moment, it was too troublesome. In this case, it was not only the ingredients, but I am afraid that he had to start with rice, oil, and seasonings; , in the future, it can only be ashes until it expires... Even if she is not short of money, she has been educated not to waste it.

After discussing what to have for lunch with Song Zhiyi, she called Xiao Zhu and asked him to take care of it.

Before the takeaway was delivered, Song Zhiyi took her, who had nothing to do, to visit the room.

In the piano room, Meng Xi borrowed Song Zhiyi's piano to play some intermittent little stars, and stopped at the other party's indulgent smile, and finally stopped in the study room with the best WiFi signal.

It is said to be a study room, but there are actually no books.According to Meng Xi, most of them are related to music, such as reference books on the history of Eastern and Western music, arrangements, biographies of famous musicians, etc... Ah, there are also textbooks.

Maybe Song Zhiyi is a particularly nostalgic person?Forget about the professional textbooks of the university, and the textbooks of middle and high schools are also placed here.

"I remember you lent me this." Song Zhiyi took out the English textbook of the third year of high school.

"It really is……"

Meng Xi saw her flamboyant signature on the title page, and she remembered, "You borrowed it to copy the class notes, didn't you mean you lost it? Then you didn't return it to me."

In fact, it was dropped on purpose.

At that time, Ye Lan committed suicide. Song Peng may have taken her on a whim, because he thought her daughter was still useful, so he took her in.Her stepmother and Song Zhigao lived under the same roof.

Song Peng hardly cared about her, and of course the mother and son would not treat her very well, this level of teasing was too common.

There's no need to talk about this kind of thing now, Song Zhiyi said lightly, "I got it back later. Besides, I compensated you for my textbook, right?"

There was a bit of teasing in the smile on her lips, as if deliberately embarrassing others, "Do you still keep it? It should have been thrown away."

"...Of course I still keep it."

Although it was eating ashes in the warehouse with other textbooks, it must not be thrown away.

Meng Xi decided to take it out and put it in the bookcase when he went back... Otherwise, he would always feel that he owed her something.

She put the English textbook back, looked at the half-empty bookshelf, and said, "It seems to be the type of 'poems and books in the stomach', but it turns out that I don't like reading too much."

At least compared to the glass cabinets stacked with records next to them, the number is pitifully small.

"I let you down?"

"I'm so disappointed, I'm just a little surprised." Meng Xi said, "At least you are much better than me. My dad gets angry every time he enters my study."

I don't know why he gets so angry every day.

Song Zhiyi tried to imagine Meng Xi's bookshelf, and she guessed: "Are they all around the game?"

You really know me.Meng Xi was not ashamed, and readily admitted: "Yes, most of them. There are also comics and novels..."

Meng Xi's foreign language is not bad, and most of the foreign novels are in the original language, which seems quite cultural at first glance.

"By the way," she thought of something, and she was a little proud, "I still have a lot of "Survivor" and "Outsider" peripherals, which can only be obtained within the company. Do you want to take a look?"

Song Zhiyi smiled, but she didn't say "yes", just said: "There is a chance."

"..."

That subtle sense of distance reappeared.If you don't pay attention, it is easy to ignore it as an illusion.

However, once discovered, it is like a stick in the throat, and it is impossible to ignore it.

"But..." Meng Xi looked at her and said with a sudden smile, "I won't do anything. If your fans who call you a perfect goddess know this, I'm afraid they will be quite disappointed."

"Then ask Mr. Meng to keep it a secret for me."

Song Zhiyi reluctantly cooperated with her joke, "Although a pianist is not an idol, he still depends on his fans for a living. How can I count him as your employee?"

Yes, still an excellent employee.

Meng Xi has read Lan Hai's report. After all, classical music is a minority, and it cannot be compared with other money-making projects.But compared to other signed artists of the same company, Song Zhiyi is simply a shining cash cow.

If she is willing to take on more business activities, the value can be even higher.

Meng Xi occasionally has this kind of thought.But after all, Lan Hai was serving Meng's father's artistic hobby, and not for making money. If Song Zhiyi was happy, there was nothing wrong with the current situation.

"Secret it." Meng Xi pretended to be thinking, "Then do I have to take some bribes?"

"What does Boss Meng want?"

"Um……"

Meng Xi stared at her.

The heater was on in the room and it wasn't cold.Song Zhiyi is wearing home clothes, a pure white silk long-sleeved dress, the skirt hangs down to her ankles, the cuffs are fastened with ties, and two bows are tied. The round collar is decorated with ruffles, which set off the delicate collarbone .

Because of the loose clothes, her shoulders and neck are even more slender, and she is too weak.

And the long black hair was combed to one side, tied with a hair tie on the shoulders, and the other side lost the cover of the hair, from the slender neck to the white skin behind the ears, forming a soft and graceful line.

...There is a mole here.

Meng Xi seemed to have broken some privacy, and hurriedly looked away.

She paused for a long time, Song Zhiyi turned her head slightly to look over, as if asking "what's the matter" with her eyes.

Meng Xi didn't look at her, his eyes fell on the white hair band on her shoulder, thinking of the butterfly and diamond hairpin that day.

Meng Xi reminded her: "Hair circle."

Song Zhiyi was slightly startled, then smiled: "Can I just ask for my hair tie?"

"No, I mean your hairband is going to slip off." Meng Xi stretched out his hand, but Song Zhiyi avoided it as expected.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

She spoke in a soft tone, raised her hand to remove the hair tie, simply combed her hair with her fingers, and then tied it back again.

"..."

Same reaction as that time.

The desk behind him was clean, except for the computer covered with a dust cover, there was nothing.

Meng Xi leaned back very reassuringly, and half sat on the edge, watching her movements, suddenly asked: "Did I do anything that day?"

"what?"

Song Zhiyi looked over suspiciously, as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

I'm the one who doesn't know.

Meng Xi finally realized the horror of the fragment.No matter how she recalled the past two days, she could only recall a blurry scene, like a lens covered in mist.So in the current situation, we can only follow the opponent's pace.

Learn your lesson and never get drunk again.

While swearing in his heart, Meng Xi looked into Song Zhiyi's eyes and said slowly, "Don't play dumb at this time, it's obviously you who wanted me to ask."

The author has something to say: I feel much better today!

There will be another update later, to make up for yesterday's, but it should be very late, so don't wait, you can see it when you get up tomorrow.