MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 22

Meng Xi has been in a good mood recently.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and I am talking about her - my friend's leg disease is expected to recover, and it will not take long for her to return to China; the company's development is booming, and the popularity of "Yiren" has remained high since the opening of the server, but it is not as good as the opening of the server. She was so busy for a while, which gave her a breather; and since repairing her relationship with Song Zhiyi, she didn't even need to drag the score in the usual game. As long as she formed a team and listened to her command, she would be able to win happily.

Except for the big and small things at work, she really doesn't have any troubles, and even her hair falls out less.

It's just that Song Zhiyi is about to go abroad to prepare a new album, and she doesn't know how long she will stay abroad.

When the time comes, Meng Xi will have to temporarily lose a reliable teammate when he is busy and has jet lag. She squeezed out some free time on the weekend to have dinner with Song Zhiyi to say goodbye to Quan Dang, and by the way, seized the last time to queue up for two games, and when she returned to Meng's house, she still smelled of hot pot.

Father Meng and Madam Meng have rested at this point. Meng Xi was ready to open the door and it would be pitch black. He raised his hands to turn on the living room light, and found that the kitchen was still on.

Meng Zhao came out wearing her SpongeBob pyjamas, and the coffee in her hand was fragrant and floated all the way to the entrance.

Meng Xi looked at the antique clock that Madam Meng loved in the living room—

"It's almost eleven o'clock and you're still drinking this, aren't you ready to go to sleep? It's easy to die suddenly if you stay up late, you know?"

Meng Zhao has a very sensitive physique. After drinking such a cup, he won't sleep all night, and he will be refreshed until dawn.

Of course Meng Zhao knew this. She said, "I just want to rest. You think I'm you, running a small and broken company, so leisurely all day long, and you can go to reconnect with your high school classmates."

"I...wait, how did you know?"

Meng Xi doesn't care about the small broken company. The comparison between her company and the entire Meng family is really just a small fight. What alerted her was another thing, "You won't find someone to stalk me, Meng Zhao? You really have to deal with your troublesome desire for control, or you'll be single for the rest of your life."

Meng Zhao disdain: "As long as I have money, even if I am 80 years old, there will be young and handsome guys who are inferior. You should still care about yourself. Your vision of making friends is worse than ten years."

This pole overturned more than a boat of people. Meng Xi was speechless: "You can really speak. No wonder I have no friends since I was a child—bring me an orange."

"Just two steps, take it yourself."

"Will you break your hand if you take it with you?"

The two hurt each other for a while and parted ways.

When Meng Xi was mentioned by her, she thought of her group of friends.

She has been in a good mood recently, and is not stingy about spreading happiness to others. She has already distributed bonuses to the project team a while ago. Today, I clicked into the group and saw that they were discussing whose new entertainment club they opened, so I simply set it at Here's a treat, everyone gathers together.

However, a few people in the group went to Antarctica to see penguins together before, but they were accidentally injured collectively. At their insistence, the meeting was postponed to next month.

Meng Xi didn't care when, and agreed with them on a good time to board the "Yiren" to clear the daily tasks.

As soon as she loaded into the game, the "Know My Mind" team invitation popped up.

Is Song Zhiyi still online?

Meng Xi agreed, turned on the team's voice and asked, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet? Aren't you on the plane tomorrow morning?"

Song Zhiyi said, "I went to sleep after finishing my daily routine."

This…

As a game producer who made a lot of money recently, Meng Xi suddenly felt a sense of guilt for poisoning the motivated youth.

The gameplay of "Inhumans" tends to be single-player, but it also has a team system. For example, in daily levels, friends can team up to play together. Although the difficulty will increase according to the comprehensive combat power, it is a little easier than playing alone.

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi teamed up to enter the level and saw the character she was using - Edith.

On the screen, the girl's long silver hair is tied into a ponytail, her hairband is adorned with blooming lilies, and she has a pure white dress with a hem like a half-open flower bud. This look is different from Edith's initial outfit. It is the "Flawless First Snow" skin that just hit the store today.

The boss, Meng Xi, didn't buy it so quickly, she was in a complicated mood: "You like Edith so much..."

The role of Edith is indeed very popular among players, and the output of colleagues is the most. Meng Xi had expected this, but she didn't expect that Song Zhiyi was actually one of the people who raised paper...

Song Zhiyi heard that her tone was wrong: "Why, don't you like her?"

"I like it, but I like it."

Meng Xi sighed, "But her and the protagonist's cp is very popular, there are fanarts everywhere on the Internet, and the protagonist's image is basically the default image, especially the heroine..."

The default image of the heroine has a face similar to Zhang and Meng Xi.

Once she saw the screenshots of the indescribable books of these two characters, and her whole body felt bad.

Song Zhiyi fell into a subtle silence. After a while, she smiled and said, "Is that so..."

This topic was taken away.

Meng Xiqing was too sleepy after finishing his daily routine. He said good night to Song Zhiyi, and fell asleep within two minutes.

When she woke up the next morning, she took out the game sign on her phone, and found that the Edith card and related achievement badges that Song Zhiyi had displayed on her personal interface had all been replaced.

Couldn't she have been hacked? Meng Xi took a screenshot and sent it over.

Song Zhiyi estimated that she was on the plane, and replied in the afternoon: [I have drawn a better card]

Fighting power party, Meng Xi understands it. This answer was more acceptable to her than Song Zhiyi's previous behavior of indulging in paper people.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and on the day Meng Xi invited her guests, she knew that the group of people would definitely not end early, so she deliberately pushed the schedule for the next morning before going to the appointment.

The decision couldn't have been more sensible.

Meng Xi was so proud of herself recently, and many people coaxed her to drink alcohol. She warned them, "I can drink alcohol, but I won't recognize what I did after I was drunk."

Meng Xi's wine is not good, and he loves tossing people when he is drunk. Once, he even beat Father Meng as a thief, and woke up the next day for a while at home.

She has learned two things since then:

Drink less alcohol on serious occasions, and never get drunk; if she gets drunk, she will be cut off anyway, and she will be killed if she doesn't recognize what she has done.

No matter how you look at it today, it can't be considered a serious occasion. The people who drink are acquaintances, Han Yuming is there, and Meng Xi is very relieved to drink too much.

Getting drunk, she started flipping through the address book and making calls one by one.

Call Father Meng first, scolding him for playing the violin for decades and still being so unpleasant. He really has no artistic talent, so let’s give up this hobby. After listening to Father Meng, he was so angry that he and her quarreled over the phone; then call Meng Zhao, told her earnestly that no matter how good a money printing machine is, it is just a money printing machine... Before Meng Zhao finished listening, he sneered and hung up the phone.

Meng Xi harassed the familiar relatives and friends, and the drunks around were booing. Only Han Yuming, the only sober one, tried to stop the situation.

"Don't fight, don't fight, sister, please let them go and yourself." He persuaded earnestly, "You will regret it when you wake up tomorrow."

He is not afraid of embarrassment after Meng Xi wakes up, but because Meng Xi, who is embarrassed, is in a bad mood, he won't take him up!

"Get out of the way."

Meng Xi didn't hear what he said at all, pressed his face to push the person away, and mumbled through the address book, "I want to call... call her, uh..."

She was so drunk that she couldn't see the screen clearly. After flipping to the page, she lost her patience and shoved her phone to Han Yuming, who came up again.

"I'll give the number, you call!"

"what?"

"Fight!"

"Okay, okay..." Han Yuming dialed according to her dictation and could remember the number. It should be the Meng family. He planned to ask the other side to come over and pick them up.

As a result, after entering the phone number, three words popped out, Song Zhiyi.

who?

Han Yuming was in disbelief at first, then quit: "Damn, Meng Xi, you have no heart! We've known each other for more than 20 years and you can't even remember the beginning of my mobile phone number, but you actually memorized her number!"