She Really Hates - Chapter 3

“…”

“…”

silence.

awkward silence.

The dark liquor 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. He held the empty cup and said nothing.

… Meng Xi actually didn’t do it on purpose.

Although it looked like it was intentional, she really didn’t.

She just wanted to come over to say hello, admire Song Zhiyi’s forcibly calm face, and make a few sarcastic sentences at most, what are you doing when you have nothing to do with someone else’s body? In this case, it makes sense and it doesn’t make sense.

But who made it halfway through, Song Zhiyi suddenly showed that expression—

That kind of… that kind of subtle, soft, with a little bit of intimacy… Anyway, it’s a quirky smile.

Meng Xi’s heart palpitated for a while, her cold hair stood on end, and she almost stumbled 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 secretly hated, put down the wine glass calmly, and said lightly, “I’m really sorry. Miss Song, are you alright?”

This arrogant attitude is not so much an apology as a provocation.

Before Song Zhiyi could speak, Ye Jiajia couldn’t help rushing up, her anger could not hide her nervousness: “Meng Xi! Don’t go too far!”

…what?

Isn’t this the red dress that just bumped into your own? She didn’t jump out of her own accord, and Meng Xi really didn’t notice that she was there.

“Who the **** are you?” She was rude, and Meng Xi was even more rude than her, holding her arms and raising her chin, “Am I talking to you? Before rushing to stand up for others, check your own words and deeds, I don’t know. Miss.”

Ye Jiajia was choked by her and opened her mouth… but she didn’t know what to say.

“Who are you”?

This question was trivial, but it made Ye Jiajia clearly realize that if Meng Xi did not give face, she would not even have the confidence to introduce herself on this occasion.

People like Meng Xi don’t take her seriously at all.

Ye Jiajia was ashamed for a while, but she was not willing to step back.

The appearance of her standing beside Song Zhiyi made Meng Xi suddenly have a flash of inspiration and recalled—

It’s her! If I remember correctly, it’s called Ye… What is Ye?

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 tit-for-tat with Song Zhiyi, and was always cynical.

However, Meng Xi had long forgotten such an insignificant person.

She still has an impression of the red dress now because of that dream a while ago – if the plot in the dream is a love novel on this campus, Han Yuming and Song Zhiyi are the male and female protagonists, and “Meng Xi” is the biggest 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 male and female protagonists. Once, they even teamed up with an old man to drug Song Zhiyi at a banquet, trying to destroy her.

In the end, of course, it didn’t succeed, but instead it was cheaper for Han Yuming, which promoted the emotional development of the male and female protagonists…

and many more.

Meng Xi’s heart skipped a beat. She had visited Song Zhiyi before, but now she saw that there was indeed a middle-aged man with a fat brain next to her, and he didn’t look like a good thing.

…No way?

It was just an absurd dream.

In reality, Meng Xike never liked Han Yuming, Song Zhiyi and Han Yuming even had a little holiday because of Meng Xi. Not to mention, Han Yuming is still lying in a ward 108,000 miles away!

Meng Xi glanced at the man with suspicious eyes.

He was also shocked by Meng Xi’s actions before, but now he ignored Ye Jiajia’s ugly face and smiled: “This… Mr. Meng, is there any misunderstanding between you and Miss Song?”

Meng Xi raised an eyebrow.

Calling her Mr. Meng, you must know her family, but I don’t know which one it is.

There are too many “Mr. Meng” among her uncles, aunts, and cousins…

Meng Xi looked at her like this, and couldn’t see anything except that this person was extraordinarily flattering her, so she ignored him, and looked at Song Zhiyi, who had not spoken yet.

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

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

Song Zhiyi kept a decent smile in these eyes: “It’s just an accident, Mr. Meng doesn’t need to take it to heart.”

Meng Xike never showed the slightest “caring” look.

Song Zhiyi is equivalent to being slapped and then smiling and asking if it hurts. Meng Xi, the troublemaker, was stunned.

…she wasn’t like this before.

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

But now…

Meng Xi looked at Song Zhiyi with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, not only did not feel happy, but a anger rose in her heart, and she was blocked by her attitude.

Next to Mr. Wang is still trying to smooth things out: “Yes, it’s just an accident. It’s not a big deal. Miss Song, why don’t you change your clothes first?”

Ye Jiajia was stunned: “Zhiyi, you…”

“It’s okay, Jiajia.” Song Zhiyi grabbed her and looked at Meng Xi with a smile, “I don’t think Mr. Meng did it on purpose, did he?”

“…Yeah, unexpectedly.”

Meng Xi glanced at Ye Jiajia, who was being protected by her, and suddenly even the fire went out with a puff.

What’s the meaning? Afraid that she will embarrass her surname Ye because of a few words? joke.

She lost her interest: “I still have something to do, let’s go first.”

After speaking, he didn’t look at Song Zhiyi’s expression again, turned around and left.

…accurate.

I don’t know if it was because of the slip just now, but Meng Xi’s heel felt a dull pain, as if his skin was rubbed off 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 had been waiting outside for a long time, Meng Xi got off the elevator, and assistant Xiao Zhu waited at the door to reach for her bag.

“Don’t worry about it.” Meng Xi’s feet hurt more and more, “I don’t have any eyesight, come and help me.”

Xiao Zhu was startled by her: “Boss, what’s wrong with you? Let’s go to the hospital first?”

“No, is there a Band-Aid in the car?”

“There are some.”

Xiao Zhu helped Meng Xi limped along for a while, and the elevator door behind him dinged and someone came down.

The man shouted, “Meng Xi.”

The voice was soft like a cloud, and like a handful of spring water, the moment it slipped from the fingers, it made people feel uneasy.

Xiao Zhu was amazed for a moment, his arm suddenly tightened, and he grinned just now, the half-dead boss straightened up as if nothing had happened, straightened the hair around his ear, and then turned around with Fan Er.

The person who came was Song Zhiyi.

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

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

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

However, unlike the experience in the dream, Meng Xi didn’t actually see how she came in that day—she stayed up late to play games the night before, and was so sleepy at school that she fell asleep on the desk.

It was very noisy in the classroom, especially Han Yuming, who was sitting next to her. He kept playing with the front table, and the smell of watercolor paint was very strong in the back. Meng Xi slept lightly, and the surroundings seemed to be slowly quieting down in a daze. , and then the people next to her kept fiddling with her to wake her up.

Meng Xi was so annoyed that he heard someone say “meng” and “xi” while he was half asleep…

She looked up in confusion: “Who called me?”

There was laughter in the classroom.

Meng Xi rubbed her eyes and looked at the podium. At first glance, she didn’t notice the dark-faced head teacher. She only saw the girl in the white dress, alive and beautiful in the bright sunlight, like a spring branch outside the window.

She looked at Meng Xi in surprise, then rolled her eyes and smiled: “Classmate, are you ‘Xizhou’?”

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl looked like a spring dawn, and her smile gave birth to flowers. Meng Xi still can’t forget that moment of surprise.

Later, Meng Xi found out that Song Zhiyi had just finished introducing himself at that time – “Nanfeng knows my intentions, blowing dreams to Xizhou”. But she just woke up at the time, just thinking that this person is quite good-looking, she replied slowly:

“Ah? No, I’m Meng Xi.”

“—Meng Xi.”

Song Zhiyi walked up to her.

Meng Xi woke up from his memory, and was inexplicably more upset. Thinking of what happened just now, his attitude was lukewarm:

“Miss Song, is something wrong?”

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

Meng Xi: “?”

Thank her for the booze? Was it her brain or Song Zhiyi’s brain?

Seeing her doubts in her eyes, Song Zhiyi just smiled lightly and said nothing, and handed over a bag: “It’s a little thank you.”

Meng Xi didn’t move.

Song Zhiyi looked at her for a moment, slowly lowered her eyes, and softly persuaded: “Take it, okay?”

Her eyelashes moved slightly, casting a small shadow on her snow-white face, which was a bit pitiful.

Meng Xi… Meng Xi was stiff all over this time.

what happened?

Are they in this relationship?

Meng Xi clearly remembered that 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? After six years of absence, 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 were deadlocked for a long time, but when Xiao Zhu saw that the atmosphere was not right, he smiled dryly and took the thing from Song Zhiyi’s hand: “Thank you, Miss Song.”

Then I glanced at my boss and saw that she didn’t have a seizure. I knew that I guessed right – their boss is so arrogant, if you want to refuse, you will definitely refuse directly. Good to receive it.

Song Zhiyi didn’t care who took it, she raised her face and finally glanced at Meng Xi: “Then I’ll go first.”

Xiao Zhu smiled: “Okay, Miss Song, walk slowly and be careful on the road.”

Song Zhiyi just left.

Meng Xi waited for her figure to disappear completely, then slowly relaxed and glared at Xiao Zhu: “Xiaoxiaoxiao, laughing and laughing, is it for you and just collect it?”

Xiao Zhu innocently: “Boss?”

Meng Xi: “Bring it to me to see.”

She opened the bag and found a pair of flat shoes, Yunnan Baiyao and a Band-Aid.

Meng Xi was stunned for a while, then muttered, “…do you want to be kind?”

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

“Zhiyi,” Ye Jiajia carefully looked at her appearance, “Where did you just go, and it took you so long to come back?”

Song Zhiyi said apologetically: “It’s been a long time? Make you tired of waiting.”

Ye Jiajia hurriedly waved her hand: “No, what’s so tiring, just…are we just leaving?”

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

Ye Jiajia said: “Forget it, I’m not interested alone. Speaking of which… I still blame that Meng Xi. After so many years, why is she still holding on to you?”

She complained, but saw Song Zhiyi hook her lips lightly, her expression turned out to be very gentle, as if she was in a good mood, she was stunned for a moment.

Is Song Zhiyi listening to her?

…Or what happened just now, she really didn’t care at all?

Ye Jiajia and Song Zhiyi have been in contact for many years, and they often can’t understand her mind.

She bit her lip, looked at Song Zhiyi’s face, and said, “Isn’t it… Meng Xi, does she still remember what happened before…”

The air was quiet.

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

Ye Jiajia suddenly panicked: “…zhiyi?”

“Huh?” Song Zhiyi looked at her, smiling softly as usual, “Sorry, I just lost my mind, what did you say?”

Ye Jiajia said, “…Nothing.”

She stopped talking about Meng Xi, until Song Zhiyi’s car drove downstairs to her house and Ye Jiajia couldn’t help but ask, “Zhiyi… You are a little different today, are you mad at me?”

Song Zhiyi seemed a little surprised: “What’s the matter, why am I mad at you?”

“It’s… President 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 a few years, and few people know him by name. He thinks about it. Embarrassing me, I can’t stay in the company any longer…”

“I don’t mean anything else. He said he wanted to meet you, so I’ll introduce it. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem for this occasion. You see, if he wants to persuade you to drink, I won’t agree.”

Ye Jiajia said a lot in a panic, and Song Zhiyi laughed: “What am I doing? 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.

“Jia Jia.”

“what?”

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

She touched her lips with her hand and smiled: “Today’s dress is very beautiful, your skin is white, and the warm orange color suits you very well.”