she really hates

Meng Xi lost her mind and returned to the living room, cold air rushed in following the door she opened and closed.

Meng Zhao didn't raise his head: "Have you finished the phone call with your little girlfriend?"

Meng Xi paused, speechless: "..." What little girlfriend?Do you all think I'm out?

She didn't even want to explain.

But Meng Zhao's attitude was so annoying that she still cursed "You are sick!" when she thought about passing by, and then went upstairs to rest.

Song Zhiyi should have arrived at the hotel.

After Meng Xi washed and lay on the bed, he tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep. This question crossed his mind, and he wanted to send a message to ask. He turned on his phone and saw that it was almost two o'clock.

She must have fallen asleep.

But Meng Xi still can't sleep.

She has to admit that she is really a person with a lot of sympathy, especially for Song Zhiyi.

Maybe it's because her appearance is so good, she looks like a pitiful and weak beauty; maybe it's because she was really miserable in the past... Anyway, Meng Xi treated her very favorably.

When receiving a call from Song Zhiyi at the venue, Meng Xi was struck by the loneliness in the phrase "Happy New Year" amid the cheers of thousands of people at the venue from a long distance away.

Did Song Zhiyi realize it?

When she really wanted to act like a baby and depend on others, she always gave up halfway.

It was like this in that snowy day many years ago. If it wasn't for Meng Xi who just happened to go out for a walk, she could only return without success while wandering outside; it was also like this at Song Peng's funeral. Would Meng Xi know that she had lost contact?Must find her before anyone else?There is a link that is not connected, and she just blows the cold wind for a long time in vain—to be honest, this possibility is relatively high. It is a coincidence among coincidences that Meng Xi just turned back and ran to the cemetery to find her.

This is still the case.

"I want to celebrate the New Year with you", just say it straight, but I just mentioned it jokingly.

If she knew that she cared so much about this matter, she would take the time to call when recording the program. Meng Xi would not give up just because Mrs. Meng objected.

Should have gone to see her.

If it wasn't for Meng Zhao's "little girlfriend", Meng Xi would be on his way now.

But when she said that, Meng Xi thought of what Song Zhiyi said that day.

The distance of friends.

These five words framed her actions.It seems that the language "counterattack" that crossed the line a little on the day of the class reunion was still within the range of friends, and it was a bit wrong to go to her in the middle of the night just for a word.

...then do nothing?

Meng Xi sat up from the bed in annoyance.

Two seconds later, she resigned herself to her fate, turned on the light, lifted the quilt and began to change clothes.

Pack yourself up as quickly as possible, and bring your mobile phone and car keys.

Meng Xi opened the door, and met Meng Zhao in the corridor on the second floor who was returning to the study after making coffee.

... dedicated.

Even if she got used to it, Meng Xi still felt admiration for her enthusiastic work at this moment.

Meng Zhao asked, "Where did you go in the middle of the night?"

Meng Xi hehe, stopped back with what she said just now: "Meet my little girlfriend."

She thought Meng Zhao wouldn't take it seriously, but before she took two steps, her leisurely voice came from behind.

"Meng Xi, think clearly. It's just for fun. If you want to be serious, your parents won't agree."

"..."

Meng Xi doesn't want to explain the relationship between himself and Song Zhiyi to her now, and he can't explain clearly for a while.

But Meng Zhao, a chat ghost, is really annoying.

So it didn't take long for history to repeat itself, Meng Xi turned around and said: "You are sick! Really, take some time to treat your brain, I don't have time to talk to you now, let's go."

While walking towards the garage, Meng Xi called Song Zhiyi's manager and asked for the specific location of the hotel.

Although it is in the same city, it is far enough away.

Even if there was no traffic jam at this point, Meng Xi pressed the speed limit and drove so close to taking off with two wings that he arrived at the place after four o'clock.

At this time, everyone who can sleep is asleep, and the street lights are not on. It is the darkest and quietest time of the day.

There are so many vehicles parked near the hotel that you can't find a single parking space at a glance.

Meng Xi walked around for a long time before finding an open space to park.On the way, I also met two squatting entertainment reporters. Their work attitude was almost the same as that of Meng Zhao, a workaholic.

Are they all sleepy?

Anyway, Meng Xi was sleepy.When I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, I was full of energy, but when I stayed up in the morning, my eyes started to feel astringent.

Meng Xi turned off the engine, but didn't get out of the car. He crossed his fingers on the steering wheel and began to think deeply about life——

Why is she here?

At this point, Song Zhiyi must be fast asleep.Is she going to make a phone call and call people up to say "Happy New Year"?

They all said not to make decisions on the spur of the moment in the middle of the night, and they were right.For example, at this moment, she ran over with a fever in her head, but she could only sit in the car.

Too stupid.

But she didn't regret it very much.

Meng Xi thought about it, and finally set an alarm clock, then put down the backrest, and decided to catch up on sleep before Song Zhiyi got up.

But sleeping in a car is anything but comfortable.She just took a nap for two hours and woke up without an alarm clock.

The sky is still bright.

Meng Xi straightened her hair in front of the mirror, and wiped her face with a wet towel.

The car was very stuffy with the air conditioner on. She opened the car window to get some air, and she could smell the aroma of pancakes and fruits from the nearby breakfast stand.

……hungry.

When Meng Xi was buying breakfast, she thought about Song Zhiyi, and subconsciously ordered an extra serving according to her taste.

When I got back to the car to react, I had no choice but to send her a message: 【Are you awake? 】

……

Song Zhiyi was awakened by the notification sound.

She hadn't slept soundly at first, and it seemed that she had dreamed strangely all night.

The biological clock was working well, and when it was close to the usual time to wake up, I heard the sound of the mobile phone again, and woke up in a daze.

【are you awake? 】

It's Meng Xi's news.Look at the time again, it's 53:[-].

The curtains were not drawn tightly yesterday, and the gray skylight outside penetrated through the narrow gap.

Song Zhiyi saw the environment clearly, and his memory slowly came back.

She replied to Meng Xi's message first: [Awake, why did you get up so early? 】

Maybe I was too tired yesterday and didn't get enough rest.Lying on the bed and pressing the phone gave her a sense of leisure. It was rare for her to remember it too much, but she just turned over holding the screen.

【Meng Xi: You are not so early too】

[Meng Xi: Have you had breakfast yet? 】

[Know what I mean: Not yet, how about you?What are you going to have for breakfast? 】

【Meng Xi: Pancakes and Fruits with Soy Milk】

[Meng Xi: Already bought it, it’s just right if you didn’t eat it, hurry down and catch up with the hot one]

……

Song Zhiyi suddenly sat up.

She walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the curtains.The dim skylight poured in in the blink of an eye, illuminating the room.

Song Zhi realized that Meng Xi was drunk that night.She once said nonsense: "There are too many white cars... why don't you get a unique color? It's easier to recognize."

At that time, Song Zhiyi was thinking that Meng Xi's cars were really recognizable.

Sure enough, it's easy to recognize.

Meng Xi's car was parked where she could see it at a glance. It had a girly pink background, but it used black to draw punk-style lines and patterns on the door and roof. There was a big skull on the car cover. It sounds sweet and cool, and stands out from the crowd of low-key and simple vehicles.

Besides Meng Xi, Song Zhiyi couldn't think of anyone else who would drive such a car out.

15 minute later.

Song Zhiyi was eating breakfast in Meng Xi's car, which was so cool that he had no friends.

She has always eaten slowly, perhaps because of her beauty bonus, eating pancakes and fruits has the atmosphere of a French meal.

Meng Xi stared at her thoughtfully.

"..."

Song Zhiyi had no choice but to put down his half-eaten breakfast, "What do you think I am doing?"

Meng Xili said confidently: "Who made you come down so slowly, I have nothing to do after eating. Don't talk and eat your food. You can't eat or sleep without talking."

Song Zhiyi said, "Then I'll finish eating too."

"...It's a waste." Seeing that she really didn't want to eat, Meng Xi had no choice but to admit defeat, "Okay, I won't watch it, I'll play games for a while, you eat."

She said she didn't want to read it, so she really didn't want to read it. She opened "Survivor" and waited a while.

Song Zhiyi, on the other hand, watched her play the game, and slowly finished her breakfast just like a sharpshooter shot a child's operation.

When the soy milk cup was empty, Song Zhiyi packed up the trash and asked her, "Why are you here?"

Meng Xi, who was still in the game, shook his hand and almost missed it.

She said calmly: "Me? What else can I do, come to work. Just take a look at you."

"That's it."

Meng Xi thought it over.

When Song Zhiyi asked, she would never admit that she came here specially for her.

If you don't admit it, you don't have it.

There is no need to face the troublesome problem of distance from friends.

But for this clumsy lie fabricated on the spur of the moment, Song Zhiyi said "that's it" and there is no follow-up.It was a good thing that she didn't pursue it, but Meng Xi was inexplicably disappointed and a little apprehensive, and glanced to the side.

Song Zhiyi has been looking at her.

"..."

Being caught on the spot, Meng Xi was a little embarrassed.She lowered her head to continue operating the game, only to find that her sharpshooter was attacked and killed in a short while.

... just outrageous.

Meng Xi remembered the ID that killed her, and quit the game angrily.

"Okay, I just took time to say Happy New Year to you." Meng Xi said, "Are you up to something later? I... Uh, I came to play with you after work."

Song Zhiyi responded.

But she didn't intend to get out of the car. Instead, she put the remains of the breakfast in her hand in front of the car window.

"Meng Xi... didn't you ask me before, what did you do when you were drunk that day?"

"Ok?"

Meng Xi didn't know how the topic jumped to this matter, "Do you want to talk about it?"

In fact, things have developed to the present, what she did that day is no longer important...

Meng Xi had long since given up on memories.

Song Zhiyi seemed to ponder for a while, and said to her, "Come here again."

Meng Xi: "..."

Is it necessary that there are only two people sitting in the car and whispering like this?

Meng Xi suspected that Song Zhiyi was trying to make some joke, so he leaned closer cooperatively, feeling his shoulders sinking, and looking sideways, it was Song Zhiyi who put his hands on her shoulders.

Before she could turn her gaze back, she was kissed.

...a very soft kiss.

Like a snowflake falling on the lips, melted by the body temperature.

Before Meng Xi could react, Song Zhiyi had already left slowly. Following the sudden flustered heartbeat, she looked into her dazed eyes and said softly:

"That's the thing."