MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 51

I'm sorry, I took advantage of you at that time and used your important things as a bargaining chip, which led to the tragedy of your friend. I'm sorry... for betraying your trust.

Meng Xi understood what she meant.

After what happened to Su Yuan, she had waited a long time for this sentence to be sorry.

It's a bit shameful to say, not because of the misfortune of her friend, but because she feels betrayed.... so angry and hurt.

At that time, Meng Xi thought, if Song Zhiyi came to apologize, saying that she didn't mean it...or that it was intentional, as long as Song Zhiyi apologized to her. She will forgive Song Zhiyi. At most, scold her, and then take responsibility for it together.

But she didn't wait.

Song Zhiyi went to the hospital to see Su Yuan every day, but every time he was staggered from Meng Xi, who was just as diligent; when he met him at school, he was even more indifferent, never saying a word, as if he was silently drawing the line. parted ways.

How can Meng Xi not be angry and lost? How can he not be brooding?

But now that she had written off all the past, Song Zhiyi came back to say "I'm sorry" in such a pitiful way... She was really the same as before, which was too cunning.

How could Meng Xi still feel happy?

It was too late for her to feel distressed.

"I accept." Meng Xi followed her hair, "I was wrong too - I should have dragged you to make it clear." Meng Xi thought, Song Zhiyi was different to her.

If someone else did this, Meng Xi's temper would have caught someone and asked him clearly - but it was Song Zhiyi. Meng Xi was probably infected by her twists and turns and her ill-timed thoughts. Seeing her indifferent, she thought hard: OK, if you don't apologize, don't apologize, is she rare?

The stalemate lasted six years.

Looking back at it after the past, it seemed like a blink of an eye for such a long time. But after being together, I think about it, what a pity it was, and it was so missed.

Meng Xi will not let this happen again.

She smiled and pretended to sigh: "Who knew you could hide so much, you clearly like me so much, but you didn't say anything." She shook the light pink heart-shaped sticky note between her fingers.

Song Zhiyi opened her eyes slightly, and almost immediately remembered the origin of this thing—the time she had spent with Meng Xi was too short. Six years apart, she has chewed almost everything countless times.

What's more, people always have a particularly deep impression of the stupidity they have committed.

She recalled that she avoided Meng Xi at that time, and carefully pasted this sticky note on the wish wall, only to feel that she was full of stupidity.

"You..."

Song Zhiyi rarely showed embarrassment, "How could you have this?"

"Admit that you wrote it?"

Meng Xi also imagined that scene.

But she thought it was too cute, and people couldn't help but raise the corners of their lips just thinking about it.

"Are you saying you were very naive in the past? Huh?" Meng Xi shook his head, "Like elementary school students, whoever you like will bully whoever you like, that's why you only target me like that, right?"

"..."

Song Zhiyi could not refute.

Was it just because of jealousy that she parted ways with Meng Xi at first? It was difficult for Song Zhiyi to distinguish the feelings at that time, mixed with sharp sourness and uncontrollable attraction, just like plants yearn for sunlight and moths to lights.

Song Zhiyi couldn't analyze her feelings so calmly yet, she looked away slightly and changed the subject: "So you went to that store?"

"you".

Meng Xi quickly grasped the point of her words, and blinked thoughtfully: "Are you jealous?"

Song Zhiyi: "...No."

Meng Xi smiled: "I'm just jealous, why don't you admit it? And I'm afraid that I'll come back to accompany you and feel guilty for her, so I insist on persuading me to pick her up..."

"....."

Song Zhiyi did not speak.

Meng Xi's voice softened: "Mr. Song, you are such a coward."

This sentence is a sigh with a little pity.

Meng Xi didn't know how to describe Song Zhiyi.

She is tough and fragile, cold but pure, sometimes bold enough to be a little crazy, sometimes weak enough to hold back in the face of a trivial matter.

Meng Xi thought he hated her.

Only now did I realize that this is love, and I even love where I treat my feelings so carefully and carelessly, and I don't even want to lose a single bit.

"'The person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy'," Meng Xi said, looking at her, but her eyes were as soft as a cloud, "Who asked you to target me before, but now you can. You can't fool me."

"......"

Song Zhiyi had cried before, but her eyes were still wet, as if they were filled with spring water, sparkling ("Dung(. She said, "I won't lie to you."

Can't afford another six years to do it.

Dr. Zhang and Xiao Zhu's takeout came together.

Song Zhiyi finished dinner in the company of Meng Xi, and slowly fell asleep while hanging up. Before falling asleep, he held Meng Xi down.

Meng Xi tucked her hand into the quilt and didn't leave. Instead, she moved her laptop to work beside her, staring at her from time to time.

…

Song Zhiyi woke up suddenly after a few hours of sleep.

She had a nightmare of stepping on the air. When she woke up, she was very flustered. When she opened her eyes, she saw the dim lampshade on the head of the bed. In the soft warm light, Meng Xi was wearing blue-blocking glasses, sitting cross-legged on the sofa beside the bed. use the computer.

When she was working, her expression was light and composed, which was very different from her usual appearance. Song Zhiyi stared at her for a while.... My heart gradually calmed down.

"Wake up? Feeling better?"

Meng Xi accidentally raised her eyes, met her, put down what she was doing and came over to touch her forehead, "It doesn't seem to be hot anymore."

"... um. "

Song Zhiyi took her hand and leaned against her, her voice still a little hoarse, but a little lighter than before, "It's much better."

Meng Xi was flattered.

Although they had been dating for a while, it was the first time that Song Zhiyi had taken the initiative to show such coquettish intimacy.

"Or at night, sleep a little longer?"

"Can't sleep."

"I sleep with you?"

"Don't, I'm covered in sweat..." Song Zhiyi pushed her twice, but his hands were useless, with a floating smile in his eyes, which reflected a warm light, soft and slightly bright.

Meng Xi looked at her and couldn't help holding her face up and kissing her at the corner of her eye.

Song Zhiyi didn't dodge this time, just stretched out his arms to hug her, and the two of them cuddled quietly, not doing anything, and they didn't even feel bored.

Meng Xi said: "If you don't sleep, do you want to watch a movie? Or a variety show?"

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing: "Don't you play games?"

This....

Meng Xi remembered the day when they confirmed their relationship, coughed and dumped the blame, "I really can't let you have too much contact with Han Yuming. He took him into the ditch......"

"What does it have to do with him?"

Song Zhiyi originally came into contact with the game because of Meng Xi. She suddenly said: "You may not remember, in fact, we met several times among the survivors, and I let you go every time."

Although she is very clear, let Meng Xi lose in order to make an impression.

But Song Zhiyi often looked at the modeling of the lively sharpshooter, as if he saw Meng Xi's high-spirited appearance across the screen, and he couldn't do anything.

Meng Xi really can't remember, who has nothing to remember the names of hostile targets.

She said: "Mr. Song, this is your fault, you have no competitive spirit..."

Song Zhiyi looked at her with a smile.

Meng Xi: "Cough, but well done."

She helped Song Zhiyi tuck the quilt: "But you won't fight today, you have to rest well." This was just a joke.

Song Zhiyi responded, but didn't want to let Meng Xi go, hooked her finger, and her voice was soft, as if seven points of sugar had been added: "Just stay with me... What were you watching before?"

Meng Xi said: "The draft of the 4.0 version of "Inhuman".

Although "Inhumans" is still far from 4.0, but we can't really start preparations at that time, and the plan should start...

Meng Xi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Speaking of 4.0, there is still Edith's plot." With such a well-designed character, how can you make money with only one version, Meng Xi said, "Would you like to try arranging for her plot part? ?"

Song Zhiyi was startled: "Me?"

Although she has adapted "Winter Wind" before, the adaptation and original arrangement are not of the same order of magnitude.

Meng Xi said, "If you are interested, I will give it to you. I know my girlfriend will not disappoint."

It's not all out of selfishness to want people you like to leave traces in your favorite works, but also part of it is out of business considerations. The last time we worked together was very pleasant.

Meng Xi believed in Song Zhiyi very much—if she agreed, she must be sure that she would be the most perfect.

But it's too early to talk about these things. Meng Xi just asked Song Zhiyi to think about it first, and by the way, she found a topic to chat and waited for the person to fall asleep again before she left the room and went to rest herself.

The next morning, Meng Xi set an alarm clock for 6 o'clock and got up to make breakfast for Song Zhiyi.

If you are sick, it is better to eat some porridge, but it should not be too tasteless. Meng Xi is going to cook a shredded chicken porridge, adding a little more salt.

She was still processing the ingredients, and the sound of footsteps came from upstairs, and she slowly approached here.

The voice came to the door, Meng Xi looked back, Song Zhiyi was standing there wearing a thin coat over her nightgown, staring at her side with the eye-catching Xue Bi.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

"I don't know..." Song Zhiyi said, "Suddenly I woke up and heard you passing by my room. What are you doing? I'll help you." Meng Xi's active concern for his girlfriend was very useful, but how could she possibly Let Song Zhiyi's precious hands cook?

"No," Meng Xi kissed her, "go out and play with Sprite."

Song Zhi didn't move, she pursed her lips and smiled lightly at her: "I want to look at you, can't I?"

OK, of course. His girlfriend is so clingy, what can Meng Xi do?

She turned back to chopping vegetables lightly.

Song Zhiyi watched.

Taomi.

Song Zhiyi watched. porridge.

Song Zhiyi was still watching.

Those eyes were soft but could not be ignored, there was no way, Meng Xi had no choice but to wave to Song Zhiyi.

"What's wrong?"

"You close the door."

Meng Xi said, and when Xue Bi tilted her head, the dog's eyes were isolated on the other side, she pushed the kitchen knife and the chopping board away, and pulled her girlfriend to kiss her deeply.

...

After it was over, Song Zhiyi's knees were limp, and she could only support the countertop with her hands, listening to Meng Xi whispering in her ear:

"This is a viewing ticket, thank you Boss Song."