she really hates

"..."

"..."

silence.

An awkward silence.

The dark wine soaked through the gauze skirt and was still dripping down.

Song Zhiyi didn't seem to react, and Meng Xi, the perpetrator, didn't know what he was thinking, holding an empty glass and saying nothing.

...Meng Xi didn't do it on purpose.

While it looks like she did it on purpose, she really didn't.

She just wanted to come over to say hello, admire Song Zhiyi's calm face, and at most make a few sarcasm, what's the point of throwing wine all over someone's body?Still on this occasion, what is reasonable becomes irrational.

But halfway through, Song Zhiyi suddenly showed that expression——

That kind... that kind of reserved, soft, with a little intimacy... Anyway, it's a weird smile.

Meng Xi felt palpitations at that time, her hair stood on end, and she almost staggered out... Fortunately, at the critical moment, she took a few quick steps to stabilize her noble and glamorous image.

It's just that the hand is not steady... hateful.

Song Zhiyi definitely did it on purpose!

Meng Xi hated secretly, put down his wine glass calmly, and said lightly: "I'm really sorry. Miss Song, are you okay?"

This arrogant attitude is more provocative than an apology.

Before Song Zhiyi could speak, Ye Jiajia couldn't help but rushed forward, her nervousness could not be concealed in her angry face: "Meng Xi! Don't go too far!"

……what?

Isn't this the red dress that bumped into her just now?If she didn't take the initiative to jump out, Meng Xi really didn't notice that she was there.

"Who the hell are you?" She was blunt, and Meng Xi was even more blunt than her. He folded his arms and raised his chin, "Am I talking to you? Before you rush to stand up for others, first examine your own words and deeds. famous lady."

Ye Jiajia choked on her, and opened her mouth... But she didn't know what to say.

"Who are you"?

This question was unremarkable, but Ye Jiajia clearly realized that if Meng Xi didn't show face, she wouldn't even have the confidence to introduce herself on this occasion.

People like Meng Xi don't take her seriously.

Ye Jiajia felt ashamed for a moment, but she was unwilling to back down.

The appearance of her standing next to Song Zhiyi gave Meng Xi a flash of inspiration, thinking back——

It's her!If I remember correctly, it's called Ye... Ye what?

Meng Xi vaguely remembered that this red dress was always by Song Zhiyi's side back then, and the two seemed to have a good relationship, so she couldn't get used to her confrontation with Song Zhiyi, always being sarcastic.

But this kind of insignificant person, Meng Xi has long forgotten.

She still has an impression of the red dress now because of the dream a while ago—if the plot in the dream was a campus romance novel, Han Yuming and Song Zhiyi were the protagonists, and "Meng Xi" would be the biggest supporting villain.

But of course "Meng Xi" is not the only one who opposes the hero and heroine.

On the surface, the red skirt is Song Zhiyi's friend, but secretly she is very jealous of her, causing many misunderstandings between the hero and heroine.Once, they joined forces with an old man to drug Song Zhiyi at a banquet, trying to destroy her.

In the end, of course, it didn't work out, but it made Han Yuming cheaper and promoted the emotional development of the hero and heroine...

and many more.

Meng Xi's heart skipped a beat.She went to patronize Song Zhiyi before, but looking at it now, there was indeed a fat middle-aged man beside her, who didn't look like a good thing.

……No way?

It was just a wild dream.

In reality, Meng Xike had never liked Han Yuming, Song Zhiyi and Han Yuming were even a little bit festive because of Meng Xi.Not to mention, Han Yuming is still lying in a ward thousands of miles away!

Meng Xi glanced at the man suspiciously.

He was also shocked by Meng Xi's actions before, but now he didn't care about Ye Jiajia's ugly face, but put on a smile: "This...Xiao Meng Boss, is there any misunderstanding between you and Miss Song?"

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows.

Call her Mr. Meng, he must know her family members, but I don't know which one.

There are too many "Mr. Meng" among her uncles, aunts, and cousins...

Looking at it like this, Meng Xi couldn't see anything other than that this personality flattered her, so she ignored him, but looked at Song Zhiyi who hadn't spoken yet.

As the person who was splashed, she was the calmest on the scene.When Meng Xi looked over, he smiled calmly.

Because of Ye Jiajia's yell just now, people around have noticed what happened here and looked here.

Song Zhiyi maintained a decent smile under these gazes: "It's just an accident, Mr. Meng doesn't need to take it to heart."

Meng Xike never showed any sign of "taking it to heart".

Song Zhiyi is equivalent to being slapped and then smilingly asking if the hand hurts.Meng Xi, who was looking for trouble, was stunned.

... She was not like this before.

Song Zhiyi looks gentle and pure, but deep down she is extremely unwilling to admit defeat. Meng Xi, an opponent who has experienced her temper countless times, knows it all too well.

But now...

Meng Xi looked at Song Zhiyi, who had a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, not only did not feel happy, but a burst of anger rose in his heart, and he was blocked by her attitude.

Mr. Wang next to him was still trying to smooth things over: "Yes, it's just an accident. It's not a big deal. Ms. Song, why don't you go change your clothes first?"

Ye Jiajia, on the other hand, was stunned: "Zhiyi, you..."

"It's okay, Jiajia." Song Zhiyi held her back, and looked at Meng Xi with a smile, "I don't think Mr. Meng did it on purpose, did he?"

"...Yeah, an accident."

Meng Xi glanced at Ye Jiajia who was being protected behind her, and suddenly even the fire was extinguished with a pop.

What's the meaning?Are you afraid that she will embarrass the surname Ye because of a few words?joke.

She lost interest: "I still have something to do, let's take a step first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without looking at Song Zhiyi's expression.

……accurate.

I don't know if it was because of the slip just now, but Meng Xi's heel was aching, as if he had been scratched by a shoe.

The pain made her feel worse, and it didn't take long for her to find an excuse to leave early.

The driver was already on standby outside, Meng Xi got off the elevator, and assistant Xiao Zhu was waiting at the door to pick up her bag.

"Don't worry about it." Meng Xi's foot hurt more and more, "I don't have eyesight, come and help me."

Xiao Zhu was taken aback by her: "Boss, what's wrong with you? Let's go to the hospital first?"

"No need, is there a Band-Aid in the car?"

"There are some."

Xiao Zhu supported Meng Xi and limped for a while, when the elevator door dinged and someone came down again.

The man shouted: "Meng Xi."

The voice is as soft as clouds, and like a handful of sparkling spring water, the moment it slips from the fingers, it makes people feel sad.

Xiao Zhu was amazed for a moment, the arms that were being held tightened suddenly, and just grinning, the half-dead boss stood up straight as if nothing had happened, smoothed the hair by his ear, and then turned around holding Fan Er.

The person who came was Song Zhiyi.

She changed into her daily clothes, a white chiffon dress and a beige thin coat, with slender shoulders and waist, graceful and moving.

Meng Xi had discovered before that this person especially liked white.

When she transferred from another school, she also wore a white dress.

However, unlike the experience in the dream, Meng Xi didn't actually see how she walked in that day—she stayed up late the night before playing games, and was so sleepy at school that she fell asleep on the table.

The classroom was very noisy, especially Han Yuming, who was sitting next to her, kept playing with the front table, and the smell of watercolor paint behind was very strong. Meng Xi was a light sleeper, and the surroundings seemed to gradually quiet down in a daze. , and then the people next to her kept messing with her to wake her up.

Meng Xi was so annoyed that he was half asleep and half awake when he heard someone say "meng" and "xi"...

She raised her head in a daze: "Who called me?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Meng Xi rubbed his eyes and looked up to the podium. At first glance, he didn't notice the head teacher with a dark complexion. He only saw the girl in the white dress, who was as fresh and beautiful as a spring branch outside the window in the bright sunlight.

She looked at Meng Xi in surprise, then bent her eyes and smiled: "Student, are you 'Xizhou'?"

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl's color is like the dawn of spring, and she blooms with a smile. Meng Xi can't forget that moment of amazement to this day.

Meng Xi later found out that at that time Song Zhiyi had just finished introducing herself - "The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou".But at that time she just woke up, just thinking that this person is quite good-looking, and replied slowly:

"Ah? No, I'm Meng Xi."

"—Meng Xi."

Song Zhiyi walked up to her.

Meng Xi woke up from the memory, inexplicably more upset, thinking of what happened just now, with a lukewarm attitude:

"Miss Song, what's the matter?"

Song Zhiyi didn't seem to notice her impatience, and smiled softly: "Thank you for what happened just now."

Meng Xi: "?"

Thank her for pouring wine?Has her brain been hit or Song Zhiyi's brain has been hit?

Seeing her doubts in his eyes, Song Zhiyi just smiled lightly, didn't say much, and handed over a bag: "It's a little thank you."

Meng Xi didn't move.

Song Zhiyi and her looked at each other for a moment, then slowly lowered their eyes, and softly persuaded: "Take it, okay?"

Her eyelashes moved slightly, casting a small shadow on her snow-white face, which made her look a little pitiful.

Meng Xi...Meng Xi was stiff this time.

what happened?

Are they related?

Meng Xi clearly still remembers the last time she and Song Zhiyi met before graduating from high school, the atmosphere was still very stiff!Song Zhiyi didn't even give her a look!

Is time so terrible? It's been six years, what happened to Song Zhiyi?

She had mixed feelings and felt numb all over. She didn't move for a while, and Song Zhiyi didn't move either.

The two stalemate for a long time, but Xiao Zhu saw that the atmosphere was not right, smiled dryly, and took what Song Zhiyi was holding: "Thank you, Miss Song."

Then I glanced at my boss and saw that she didn't have an attack, so I knew that I guessed it right—their boss is such a dog, if he wants to refuse, he must refuse directly. If the other party is not smart enough, he will get a few ridicules. Sorry to accept it.

Song Zhiyi didn't care who accepted it, she raised her face, and gave Meng Xi a final look: "Then I'll go first."

Xiao Zhu smiled and said, "Okay, Miss Song, walk slowly, be careful on the road."

Song Zhiyi just left.

Meng Xi waited until her figure was completely out of sight, then slowly relaxed, and glared at Xiao Zhu: "Xiaoxiaoxiao, Xiaoxiaoxiao, is it for you? Just take it randomly?"

Xiao Zhu is innocent: "Boss?"

Meng Xi: "Let me have a look."

She opened the bag, and inside were a pair of flat shoes, Yunnan Baiyao and Band-Aids.

Meng Xi was stunned for a while, then muttered: "...May I ask you to be kind?"

Song Zhiyi returned to her car, and Ye Jiajia was waiting for her.

"Zhiyi," Ye Jiajia looked at her carefully, "Where did you go just now, and it's been so long since you came back?"

Song Zhiyi showed apologetic expression: "Has it been a long time? I've made you tired from waiting."

Ye Jiajia quickly waved her hands: "No, what's so tiring, it's just... shall we just leave?"

Song Zhiyi smiled: "There's nothing you can do if the skirt is broken. Actually, Jiajia, you don't need to accompany me on purpose. I'll just go back by myself."

Ye Jiajia said: "Forget it, I'm not interested by myself. Speaking of it...it's still Meng Xi's fault. It's been so many years, why is she still holding on to you?"

She complained, but when she saw Song Zhiyi slightly pursed her lips, her expression turned out to be very gentle, as if she was in a good mood, she was taken aback for a moment.

Is Song Zhiyi listening to her?

...Or just now, she really doesn't care at all?

Ye Jiajia has been with Song Zhiyi for many years, and she often can't understand her thoughts.

She bit her lip, looked at Song Zhiyi's face, and said, "Is it...Meng Xi, does she still remember the incident before..."

The air was quiet.

The car drove into the street, and the neon lights outside reflected on Song Zhiyi's face. She was still smiling, but that smile seemed to be subtly different from just now, more like a mask stuck on her face.

Ye Jiajia suddenly panicked: "...knowledge?"

"Huh?" Song Zhiyi looked at her, smiling softly as usual, "Sorry, I was distracted just now, what did you say?"

Ye Jiajia said, "...it's nothing."

She stopped talking about Meng Xi, until Song Zhiyi's car drove downstairs to her house, and before Ye Jiajia got out of the car, she still couldn't help asking: "Zhiyi...you are a little different today, are you angry with me? "

Song Zhiyi seemed a little surprised: "What's the matter, why am I mad at you?"

"It's... Mr. Wang." Ye Jiajia forced a smile, "I know you don't like him. But I really can't help it, I'm not like you... I've been a singer for several years, and few people know his name. If you try to embarrass me, I won't be able to stay in the company any longer..."

"I don't mean anything else. He said he wanted to get to know you, so I'll just introduce him. I thought nothing would happen on this occasion. Look, he wants to persuade you to drink, but I won't agree."

Ye Jiajia said a lot in a panic, Song Zhiyi laughed: "What should I do? I know, we have known each other for so long."

"That's good……"

Ye Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car and was stopped again.

"Jia Jia."

"what?"

Ye Jiajia turned her head, Song Zhiyi was sitting in the car, her white chiffon dress was soaked in the night, as cold as thin frost.

She nodded her lips with her hand, and said with a smile: "Your dress is very beautiful today, your skin is fair, and the warm orange color suits you very well."