MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 26

"this…"

Is this what it feels like to be forced into a boss relationship dispute?

Xiao Zhu is just an innocent assistant, Xiao Zhu doesn't know anything... Although he really wanted to answer like this, he still didn't dare.

It was Meng Xi who paid him the salary. Even if Miss Song, who might be the future proprietress, asked him not to talk too much, it was only limited to when Meng Xi didn't ask.

"Could it be that I hit her?"

In the short time when Xiao Zhu was in trouble, Meng Xi made a reasonable guess based on his previous record of drunkenness and the evidence on Han Yuming's face that day.

She tried to recall, as if there was indeed a physical conflict in the vague memory picture.

If that's the case, Song Zhiyi's recent reaction is not surprising.

Even Meng Xi began to reflect on herself - does she have any hidden violent tendencies? Maybe you should make time to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for a check-up.

Seeing that things were going in the other direction, Xiao Zhu quickly said, "No, how could it be, boss, you..."

In a sense, doing more than hitting someone!

Xiao Zhu can fully understand Miss Song's mood, and when a friend of the same **** suddenly asks for a kiss after drinking, normal people will be very confused.

"A little thing happened that day. Maybe Miss Song didn't want to affect your relationship with the boss, and asked me not to tell you..." Xiao Zhu euphemistically found a reason for his concealment and not reporting it, ready to confess, "Actually..."

But it was interrupted in the next second.

"She told you not to tell me?"

Meng Xi didn't stare at him anymore, his eyes seemed to move into the distance, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his delicate profile, "...Forget it. I'll ask myself."

At the end, the corners of her lips twitched, revealing an implicitly aggressive sneer.

"…"

Not only did Xiao Zhu not feel relieved, he was also a little frightened.

Sure enough, Meng Xi glanced at him and warned: "You too, this kind of thing will never happen again."

She didn't hire a girl who was more convenient to get along with and more pleasing to the eyes as an assistant, but chose Xiao Zhu because he was smarter and more useful.

But sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing.

Meng Xi returned to the residence, and the door was opened to another wave of warm welcome from white fluffy.

Today's Sprite is extraordinarily tangled and lively. When Meng Xi changed her shoes, she was jumping around like she was suffering from ADHD.

Ignoring its radiance, Meng Xi poured himself a glass of water, turned his head, and found that it had even turned over the leash, wagging its tail wildly with the collar in its mouth, and pleading with wet eyes. look up.

Yes, Meng Xi remembered: "I haven't let you out to play today."

It rained during the day and it was inconvenient to walk the dog. The housekeeping aunt sent a message to her and reported it to her.

Meng Xi is not only tired today, but also in a bad mood.

But she looked at the Samoyed dog who was about to arch over her if she wasn't paying attention, and she couldn't help but refuse.

She is so busy with work that she doesn't even have time to walk the dog. In fact, she is not suitable for raising a dog. If she hadn't picked up Xue Bi, she had relied on her too much, and would have gone on a hunger strike if they were separated for too long, Meng Xi would have sent it to Meng's house long ago.

"…Fine."

Meng Xi was defeated by the clear and moist dog's eyes. She checked the time, it wasn't too late, she put a leash on it, "Just walk for half an hour."

Sprite jumped over to lick her excitedly.

He was pushed away by Meng Xi with disgust.

Although it was not too late at this point, it was already completely dark, and the street lights in the community were all on.

Meng Xi walked the dog twice, and the bright yellow take-out electric car scraped past her.

Xue Bi was startled, and then excitedly said "Wang woo!" She was about to catch up, but Meng Xi grabbed her. But it didn't seem to give up, and after calming down, it still took small steps and followed the direction the car left.

It didn't take long for Meng Xi to see the bright electric car parked downstairs in a building. The takeaway box in the back seat may not have been strapped securely and was teetering about to fall.

"what!"

The riders who came down from the upstairs saw this scene, exclaimed and ran wildly, and when they were still two steps away, they jumped recklessly, preventing the tragedy from happening.

She held up the takeaway box, but her knee hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise, and she slid forward for a while.

hiss…

With such a degree of impact, I am afraid that no matter how thick the clothes are, it will not help.

Meng Xi watched from the side, and his knees couldn't help but hurt. She watched the rider carefully put the takeaway box aside, and then couldn't stand up for a long time in pain, so she dragged the dog over and helped it.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay, thank you!"

The rider stood up on her hand, his voice was young, a little trembling from the pain could be heard, but there was still a kind of cheerful activity.

The underside of the helmet is indeed the face of a young woman. In winter, her temples were wet with sweat, and she showed a bright smile on her frozen red face, "Thank you so much, I... eh?"

Seeing that she had nothing to do, Meng Xi nodded and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes suddenly lit up, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to blooming surprise.

"Meng Xi? Are you Meng Xi?"

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows slightly: "You know me?"

"I'm Tong Dong!" She was not shocked by Meng Xi's slightly indifferent attitude, but she was still enthusiastic, "We were in a class in high school, do you remember?"

Meng Xi has no impression at all.

She made a recollection, and then smiled: "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have a good memory."

This answer is ambiguous. Tong Dong obviously understood in a good direction, she said happily: "It's been so many years, it's normal to not recognize it! If I said I was the one who painted the blackboard newspaper, you would definitely remember it right away."

really.

Meng Xi still remembered that there was a thin and small girl in the class who was good at watercolor, and she painted every issue of the blackboard newspaper.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Tong Dong is very familiar with it, "Before the class group said that they would hold a class reunion, but no one could contact you, I didn't expect to meet you by accident, haha ."

Meng Xi said, "It's a coincidence."

Tong Dong: "Yeah! This is the fate of thousands of miles to meet. If you're not busy recently, would you like to come to the party? We haven't seen each other for many years."

Meng Xi was not interested.

Her popularity in high school was not bad, but it was not good enough to miss her. The good relationship is still in contact now, and the general can't even remember the face.

However, she asked, "Is Song Zhiyi going?"

"Ah, she..." Probably recalling the grievances and grievances between the two of them back then, Tong Dong smiled a little embarrassedly, "The squad leader has contacted her, but she hasn't decided whether to go or not..."

Meng Xi said, "then I will go with her when I have time."

Tong Dong: "...Ah?"

She seemed shocked. However, Meng Xi didn't mean to solve her confusion, and dragged Xuebi, who was smelling around the takeaway box, back and reminded her, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Oh, yes!" Tong Dong came back to his senses, tied the takeaway box back, and waved at her, his eyes still a little subtle, "Well, I'll go first, bye!"

Meng Xi said goodbye to her.

On the phone with Song Zhiyi the next day, Meng Xi mentioned about the class reunion: "Are you going to attend?"

Song Zhiyi said, "I was about to ask you. I've been very free recently. If you're interested, you can go together."

Meng Xi was not interested in the party itself, but did not dislike the activities with Song Zhiyi.

"Okay, I'm not busy either." She heard the sound of water dripping over the phone, "Are you watering the flowers?"

"Well, the potted plant sent by a friend said that I looked too monotonous here."

So which friend went to her house to play and said that the decoration was too monotonous.

Meng Xi's hand holding the pen felt a little harder: "Oh? What kind of potted plant?"

"I'll take a picture for you?"

"No." Meng Xi said, "The day after tomorrow, I'm going to Jintang to have a meal with a partner. Your house is not far away, so I can meet you just in time. I have something to tell you face to face."

"…"

"Are you free?"

Song Zhiyi finally agreed.

When Song Zhiyi was practicing the piano, Meng Xi ended the call, and when he looked up, he found another person in the office - Han Yuming, who came to play games with her, looking at her meaningfully.

"…"

Meng Xi knew what he was thinking, and said speechlessly, "What are you looking at?"

It's also her fault that she was too involved in her speech, and when she relaxed later, she forgot about such a big living person.

Han Yuming said, "You two talk on such a long phone every day?"

"…"

This pokes Meng Xi into pain. Song Zhiyi used to call every day before, but since the night he was drunk, the frequency has been greatly reduced.

Han Yuming misunderstood her silence: "Xiaoyi and I are not so sticky, tsk."

"...You're a man who doesn't understand women's friendship."

In fact, Meng Xi doesn't know much either. She has too few female friends, only Su Yuan, who used to be very clingy.

So Song Zhiyi called and Meng Xi picked it up. Anyway, casual chatting doesn't affect work, and he's used to it by now.

But the performance of good feelings between men and women is different, Han Yuming may not understand it.

Meng Xi didn't want to get entangled in this matter, she changed the topic with a spit: "It's strange that you are not sticky, and you don't know how to spend more time with your girlfriend when you are in love, and run around."

She was really feeling weird.

Say that Han Yuming doesn't care about Miss He, he is always on call when the other party has something;

"It's okay." To her words, Han Yuming chose to lower his head and continue to swipe his phone, and said casually, "Xiaoyi is a sensible girl and won't lose her temper."

"You will be broken up sooner or later."

"No, no, it's a family marriage, that's all... Damn it! What's going on with this fool, go up and give it away!"

"…"

Meng Xi had nothing to say.

Father Meng and Mrs. Meng are in free love, and they have a good relationship so far. They have no requirements for her marriage. She is also independent enough and does not have to obey the family.

Although Meng Xi can understand the difficulties of his friend, he cannot understand his negative thoughts.

Even if I persuade him to "work hard to walk independently if you are not satisfied with the status quo", it is estimated that he will only say "this is also good"...

where is it?

Meng Xi could never accept such a life. At least, if she is really with the unacceptable people in her family, as Han Yuming said...

She hopes that person can accept the envy and blessing of others with dignity.