MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 42

When Song Zhiyi returned to China again, the weather turned warmer and entered spring.

Meng Xi originally wanted to postpone other work to pick up the airport, but Song Zhiyi refused.

As soon as she returned to China, she neither had a good rest nor came to see her girlfriend, so she was invited by Director Chu on the phone.

It happened that his crew was filming in this city. Song Zhiyi took the plane in the afternoon and drove to the venue rented by the crew while suffering from jet lag, planning to stay there overnight and meet Director Chu tomorrow.

When she was talking to Meng Xi in the car, she leaned sleepily on the seat, her face was snow-white, her eyes kept blinking, and it was not surprising that she fell asleep at any time.

"...It's too tricky. Can't it be two days later?"

Meng Xi had great opinions on Director Chu.

She originally wanted to act like a spoiled brat with Song Zhiyi about being rejected for pick-up and make trouble with her, but now she feels a little distressed.

"Don't fall asleep." But the jet lag still has to fall, Meng Xi said, "Now you must be refreshed at night, wait until later to take some medicine before going to bed."

Song Zhiyi's eyes were closed, and when she heard her words, she opened them again. Her voice was sleepy: "Then talk to me more."

Say what?

There is too much to talk about, and it is obvious that they hang up the voice call every day when they are free, but they still have things to talk about.

But it's better to meet, of course. Meng Xi thought about it and said, "Do you want me to visit the class tomorrow?

"It will take about six hours for a round trip from you."

Song Zhiyi was helpless. She didn't let Meng Xilai pick up the plane because she was afraid that she would send herself to the crew and then go back to the company. She said, "It's time-consuming and tiring. Haven't you been very busy recently? I only stayed in the crew for two days before going back."

Although Meng Xi was not reconciled, he also knew that Song Zhiyi was right.

She has been really busy lately. The new season of "Survivor" has begun, and it is going to launch a joint activity with a well-known IP; "Inhumans" is also preparing to update a new big version, there are things everywhere.

"...Then I'll call you a cake cart to go there." Meng Xiyou didn't give up, people can't go, others can go, "Do they all have this kind of thing in the group? Our teacher Song is not worse than others, and we have to be a bit rowdy. noodle."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing and laughing, she was sobered by her teasing: "I'm not a star."

And the cake cart... It's too exaggerated, it's really Meng Xi's style.

Meng Xi immediately began to praise: "Which star looks good with Teacher Song? Anyway, I haven't seen it before. Such a beautiful Teacher Song deserves the best support."

She has never been stingy in expressing her love for Song Zhiyu's appearance.

Song Zhiyi could not help but suspect that Meng Xi was interested in her face. She couldn't say, "You can send it if you want, but don't let them write my name on the cake."

Meng Xi: "…"

Does she look like someone who would do that?

Well, for a moment Meng Xi really thought about it. But this is not a cheering gift, but more like a prank, and she finally dismissed the idea in a measured way.

Meng Xi sent the cake cart to the crew in his own name, not really to celebrate Song Zhiyi's entry into the crew - what's there to celebrate?

She mainly told those people that Song Zhiyi was guarded by someone behind her, so don't try to mess with her.

In fact, she was thinking too much.

Wang Lan's hands are not that long yet. And no one is doing bad things from it. With Song Zhiyi's ability, how can he be embarrassed?

Song Zhiyi's work is not very heavy, the first one passed in an orderly manner; the second day passed, just happened to meet Tao Fei who came to inspect the situation.

Seeing Song Zhiyi, Tao Fei seemed a little surprised. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Song, long time no see! Why are you here?"

He and Song Zhiyi first met abroad, so they called her "Song" with others.

Song Zhiyi didn't care what he shouted, just distanced herself, and didn't respond to his enthusiasm, and smiled politely but alienatedly: "Mr. Tao."

After she said hello, she shook hands with Tao Fei lightly, and didn't answer.

Seeing that her reaction was mediocre, Tao Fei did not show dissatisfaction. Instead, he smiled with a good temper. After chatting with her in a close tone, he went elsewhere with the assistant director and producer.

But when he first shook hands, he seemed to stay a little longer, and when he released it, he inadvertently touched the back of Song Zhiyi's hand.

Song Zhiyi calmly retracted his hand, and after they left, he unpacked the wet wipes and wiped his hands carefully several times.

She didn't know if Tao Fei's uncomfortable gaze was her delusion - if Wang Lan contributed to this, then she must have succeeded.

Song Zhiyi was indeed disgusted.

And then it turned out that this was not an illusion.

After Song Zhiyi finished today's work, she just left the crew when she was stopped by Tao Fei's car.

The rear-seat window came down, revealing his very kind-looking face.

"Song, are you ready to go back?" he said, "I can **** you, you live in Jinghe, right? I have an appointment with someone in Jintang, and it happened to be on the way."

Song Zhiyi smiled politely: "It's better not to bother Mr. Tao..."

"How can it be trouble to serve a beautiful lady like you?"

Tao Fei interrupted her, thinking he had a very graceful smile, "There's no need to excuse me, are you still worried about what I'll do?"

"Of course not."

Of course you will be worried. Song Zhiyi's smile faded a little, "Someone has already agreed to pick me up, I can only thank Mr. Tao for his kindness."

Tao Fei said, "Oh? It seems that the beauty has an appointment..."

Song Zhiyi smiled, nodded without shyness, and said in a very ordinary tone, "Yes, with my girlfriend."

Tao Fei was taken aback.

girlfriend?

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

At this moment, two long car horns suddenly sounded in the distance.

Tao Fei looked over conditionedly.

But in the blink of an eye, the sports car at the far end rushed over! The outer shell is a sea of ​​stars painted dark blue, shining brightly, leaving behind a stream of light. Relying on the lack of surveillance here, a tail-flicking brake stopped steadily not far from Song Zhiyi.

Tao Fei's eyesight is so poisonous.

Even if the car had been repainted, he could see it at a glance. Bugatti Veyron, or a limited edition model of more than 90 million was auctioned. He remembered that the person who took it was...

The door opened.

The owner of the luxury car stepped out in over-the-knee boots, with slender and straight legs, a short British-style coat, and a belt that showed a narrow and flexible waist.

She rested her elbows on the open car door, stood casually, brushed her long hair casually, and her delicate and flamboyant eyebrows were like red flowers in bloom.

"...Mr. Meng?"

"It's such a coincidence, Mr. Tao." A thin sneer hung on Meng Xi's lips, and her tone was not good, "What are you saying to stop someone else's girlfriend?"

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