MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 8

Meng Xi was silent for a few seconds, avoiding her gaze and taking out her phone, as if the conversation just now had been cleared with one click, and said calmly:

"The game will be launched in a few days. I'm here to confirm the promotion with you. Add a WeChat."

Meng Xi felt that it was necessary to maintain a certain connection with Song Zhiyi because of her status as the "hostess" in the dream.

Song Zhiyi smiled. When she mocked others, her smile was still quite gentle: "Mr. Meng even takes care of this himself?"

Meng Xili is not straight but also strong: "No one has said that I can't control it."

Song Zhiyi nodded: "Mr. Meng, please contact my agent, I don't care about that."

Meng Xi said: "Some things must be communicated with you."

Song Zhiyi still did not move.

It's really turning around. On the day of the party, Meng Xi also rejected her like this... Wouldn't she be trying to find a place here on purpose?

Meng Xi had to be so suspicious.

She didn't know what Song Zhiyi thought that day. She could put down her body like that and beg her softly - she would never be able to do it.

But Meng Xi had another way.

"You haven't changed numbers, have you?"

Seeing that Song Zhiyi didn't move, Meng Xi simply opened WeChat and searched for the string of numbers in his memory.

The user name jumped out, "Know what I mean".

Meng Xi clicked to add friends and urged her: "Hurry up, I will do the work in the future, but we signed a contract."

"…"

Song Zhiyi seemed to sigh lightly, and passed her friend request: "There's nothing else to do, Mr. Meng."

Although the tone is not salty or bland, the aura around him has eased a lot.

In theory it's fine.

But Meng Xi didn't see anyone else beside Song Zhiyi, so he couldn't help but ponder: "Well..."

She was hesitating whether to give Song Zhiyi a ride.

Although the relationship is not good, the other party is a temporary partner after all. In this situation, it seems rude to leave her here alone.

Meng Xi was still undecided when he heard "Didi" two car horns from across the street.

It was the silver Maybach that day.

... Song Zhiyi was waiting for him?

Meng Xi's memory is so good, he immediately remembered the hug they had downstairs that day, and his eyes swept over like electricity.

The car door opened, and a young man in a suit came out, with a face... Meng Xi couldn't say that he was not good-looking in his conscience, so he was generally pretty.

He paused when he saw Meng Xi, and without stopping his eyes, he walked towards Song Zhiyi: "Miss Song, I'm sorry to keep you waiting... Do you need my help?"

When he said the second half of the sentence, his eyes swept towards Meng Xi.

Meng Xi was upset.

She doesn't swallow her anger to anyone: "Oh, what do you mean? What are you trying to do for her? Be clear."

The man frowned: "Mr. Meng..."

Song Zhiyi grabbed him: "Mr. Qu, you misunderstood."

Mr. Qu was startled.

Meng Xi chased after the victory: "Did you hear it? You rushed up to save the beauty without figuring out other things. Fortunately, I am broad-minded. Otherwise, would you be responsible for causing trouble for others?"

This is so irritating, and yet it makes sense. Mr. Qu's expression changed, Song Zhiyi glanced at her: "Mr. Meng, is there anything else?"

...Here, Meng Xi is not uncommon to have a fight with someone who is not as powerful as a goose.

How could she not see that the two had made an appointment, she felt that her good intentions were wasted, and she despised Song Zhiyi's taste in her heart, she swung her sunglasses away and put them back on, and proudly opened her red lips:

"It's alright, let's go."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave a handsome back, he suddenly heard a loud rant.

"Who! Who is on the road without reading the traffic laws and parking everywhere?!"

Meng Xi: "…"

Oops.

She looked back and saw that the person who was shouting was wearing a police uniform with gray hair, and the wrinkles on his face were about sixty.

Meng Xixin said that you are old and not a traffic policeman, so what are you doing?

But it was indeed her fault, and she faced the old man, so she could only go over and be disciplined in embarrassment.

After listening to the lecture, Meng Xi turned his head, but Song Zhiyi hadn't left yet, standing beside the silver Maybach and quietly watching.

Meng Xi's heart attack: "..."

The moment their eyes met, Meng Xi felt that this scene could rank among the top ten most humiliating occasions in her life.

Song Zhiyi stayed here specially to watch her jokes!

Meng Xi pretended to look back calmly, pretending not to lose face in front of his opponent.

Song Zhiyi retracted his gaze.

That "Mr. Qu" just came back with a cup of milk tea and handed it to her. The two talked about something, and Song Zhiyi showed a faint smile on his face. He didn't look here again, and got into the car with him and left.

The ignored Meng Xi: "..."

Gee!

She couldn't be in a worse mood. She sat back in the car and stepped on the accelerator in the opposite direction from where the two left.

In the car on the other side, Qu Yang asked, "Meng Xi wasn't really trying to trouble you just now, was he?"

"of course not."

Song Zhiyi smiled helplessly: "Why do you think so? Meng Xi is not a bad person. She came here on purpose... Maybe she is worried about me."

Otherwise, is there any reason to let Mr. Meng, who is busy with work, make a special trip? Just to find out the situation of this matter, do you say some unintelligible words?

Meng Xi is not so idle.

The answer seems to be close at hand, but Song Zhiyi still uses "maybe"... She is too afraid of being selfish.

"You and Meng Xi have a good relationship?"

Qu Yang didn't notice her complicated state of mind, and smiled bitterly after being surprised: "Yes, I heard Ye Jiajia about your affairs... At that time, I really didn't expect that she would be such a sinister person."

Song Zhiyi didn't answer him.

When it comes to "sinister thoughts", she doesn't think she is any better than Ye Jiajia. They are all the same people, but she is superior.

However, Qu Yang consciously made a slip of the tongue, thinking that she was saddened by the betrayal of her long-time friend.

"You...don't be too sad."

He is a graduate of a prestigious school, and he has read so many books, but at this time he can't remember a useful sentence. The words he wants to say swirl around, and in the end there are only a few pale words of consolation:

"Really, a person like her is not worth your sorrow. Don't think that you have done something wrong..."

Qu Yang really thought of her too well.

Song Zhiyi sighed in her heart, and hung up a smile to reassure him: "I'm fine, I'm just a little frightened, I'll just go back to sleep."

Qu Yang didn't believe it.

He felt that Song Zhiyi was forcing a smile, racking his brains to solve her, but also felt that the language was too weak, so he asked tentatively, "If this happens suddenly, you should take a break, right?"

Song Zhiyi said, "It's been half a month at most, I have to prepare a new album, and I have a lot of things to do. How can Sister Jin let me rest for too long."

Half a month is enough, and just at the red light, Qu Yang asked, "Then do you want to go to Qingming Villa to play for a few days?"

He was talking about the famous entertainment places and resorts in S City.

"My mother recently celebrated her birthday. She wants to play with her little sister in the reserved venue for a while. There are few people. If you are interested, it's good to go and relax. And..." Qu Yang unnaturally clenched the steering wheel and cleared it. Clearing her throat, "It's my mother, she said she wanted to see you before..."

When he mentioned it, he was simply thinking of Song Zhiyi's mood. Later, he felt that he could take this opportunity to introduce the two sides.

Song Zhiyi declined: "Since it's my aunt's birthday party, it's inconvenient for me to disturb you. Bring me a present then."

Qu Yang said, "How could this be a disturbance..."

Song Zhiyi reminded him in time: "Mr. Qu, look at the road first."

The red light is over.

Qu Yang was interrupted like this, his emotions were not so excited, and he also understood what Song Zhiyi meant...he felt a little uncomfortable.

He has a good family background and has been the favored son of heaven since he was a child. There is nothing that cannot be easily obtained.

The atmosphere in the car was not good.

Qu Yang was silent for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Song... Is there something wrong with me?"

Song Zhi expected that he would have a showdown today, and he was already ready to answer.

"You are very good." She said these three words sincerely, "I have someone I like."

Qu Yang was stunned.

When this sentence fell in his ears, it was earth-shattering.

He wanted to say that you never mentioned it, and he felt that it was normal that you never mentioned it... His mind was in a mess, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Who is it?"

Before Song Zhiyi could answer, he realized something was wrong and forced a smile: "Forget it, I shouldn't ask this... Can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

what kind of person?

Song Zhiyi was distracted for a moment, and finally said, "I'm the one who is reluctant to give up."

Want to give up, can't give up. Just like people cannot help chasing the sun, some things are doomed as soon as they meet.

On that day, she walked into the classroom. In order to leave a deep first impression on her future classmates, she used the most elaborate dress and said and rehearsed countless self-introductions.

The good situation was ruined by a stumbled "who called me".

Song Zhiyi couldn't get angry.

Her eyes crossed the classroom, and in the lively laughter, she looked at the dazzling girl.

The slightly drunken sun in the spring was streaming on her body, and even her sleepy hair looked cute and fluffy. She rubbed her half-open eyes, her eyes were slightly blank, but they were full of bright floating light.

- Does she also have the warm smell of a sun-dried quilt?

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing.

Out of such secret, almost heart-pounding joy, she asked, "Classmate, are you 'Xizhou'?"

The girl replied slowly: "Ah? No, I'm Meng Xi."

... Meng Xi.

There are so many people, but her name is Meng Xi.

That Song Zhiyi hated the most... the most jealous name at the time.