She messed with me first

In mid-October, the nights in the north are cool and comfortable, which is a very pleasant time of the year. However, one of the boxes in Genting is only filled with the suffocating smell of alcohol.

Genting is a famous nightclub in this area.

Tonight, Qi Xi brought his apprentice Li Meng here to discuss the decoration plan with Du Mingcheng, the only son of Northwest No. [-] Construction.

The project dragged on for more than two months, and the other party never nodded and approved, but they never said 'no' clearly. It was obvious that they were playing with them, but the general manager of Qi Xi's company valued this project very much. She must do her best.

Qi Xi had no choice but to try again for the last time, so tonight's game came about.

The glass hasn't been empty since she sat down.

Another glass of strong wine fell into her throat, and the discomfort in Qi Xi's stomach tumbling reached its peak. She resisted to stand up and said, "Mr. Du, drink first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Du Mingcheng raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and said meaningfully: "Mr. Qi, don't you just want to take the opportunity to leave? Let's make an agreement. As long as you are happy today, the list is yours."

Qi Xi smiled, "Where can it be, Mengmeng is still there, I can't leave even if I want to."

As he said that, Qi Xi squeezed Li Meng's shoulder, who had been reserved all night, and said to Du Mingcheng in a joking tone: "Mr. Du, please don't drink the little girl while I'm out. She's alcoholic." Allergies, last month at a company dinner, I took a bite of nine degrees, and I almost called an ambulance."

"Mr. Qi's people, we are not willing to drink." Du Mingcheng laughed, "Mr. Qi, hurry up and come back, these are still waiting for you to drink."

When Qi Xi saw the three new bottles of foreign wine on the table, he felt retched, and the acrid feeling pressed down his throat instantly.

Qi Xi quickly left the box and came to the bathroom not far away.

She couldn't care less about face, so she pushed the door open and went in, throwing up.

The strong discomfort made her cry physiologically, and she didn't have any extra energy to pay attention to the sound of high heels approaching outside.

Meng Qingrang didn't care about the sound of "vomiting", which is common in Yunding, and walked straight past the bathroom door, and walked towards the smoking area on the other side.

Soon, the faint light of the match ignited the blue-white smoke.

Meng Qingrang leaned against the wall casually, relying on the short-term stimulation of nicotine to relieve his fatigue.

Half an hour ago, she had just finished a busy day. She wanted to go home and rest, but she couldn't handle the phone bombardment of her cousin Zhou Qi crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, so she had to drive to Yunding to celebrate his 20th birthday with him.

His group of friends are not very old, and their seniority is almost the same. The youngest has to call her aunt, and if she doesn't smoke a cigarette in advance to calm the shock, she is afraid that she will be so loud that she can't control her cold face and turn the birthday party into a lecture for the dean. .

Meng Qingrang smiled and didn't continue to think about it.

Once the tension brought by time disappears, people are particularly easy to lose their minds. Meng Qingrang didn't even notice that someone came to him, until a polite female voice suddenly sounded beside him, "Hello."

Meng Qing tilted his head to hear the sound, and his scattered eyes met a completely unfamiliar face - the facial features were majestic, the eyes were peaceful, and he had been in the workplace for a long time, and he had learned to calm down in the menacing reality. , the skin on his face was a little abnormally white, even with light and shadow blocking it, he couldn't hide the redness in his eyes that hadn't faded.

"Is it convenient to borrow a cigarette?" Qi Xi asked tentatively.

The voice was a little hoarse and slightly low, as if soaked in the rain that was gradually rising outside the window.

Meng Qingrang flicked the ash into the water sideways, and asked her, "Mint-flavored cool smoke, do you mind?"

Qi Xi shook her head, "I am very grateful."

Her speech speed was much faster than before, and she could vaguely hear a little excitement. It was the same as Zhou Qi's reaction to receiving gifts when he was a child. The difference was that Zhou Qi was purely acting. If he didn't pretend, his tail could go up to the sky, and she was an adult. The eagerness to do something 'out of the box'.

It's just that at this age, you still need to restrain yourself from a cigarette?

Meng Qingrang smiled silently, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, handed it to Qi Xi, and before she was about to catch it, he raised his wrist suddenly and asked, "Yes?"

Qi Xi was taken aback, then denied, "No."

She didn't even understand what Meng Qingrang meant by the cool smoke just now, but she often saw colleagues who were on the verge of breaking out relying on a cigarette to regain their amiability, so she wanted to try whether it really had such a miraculous effect.

She urgently needs external stimulation to stabilize her mentality, otherwise she will return to the box soon, and she is not sure if she has the patience to accompany Du Mingcheng and his gang around in circles.

When Meng Qingrang heard Qi Xi's answer, he withdrew his hand completely, and brought the burning cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and said with a smile: "If you don't know it, don't learn it, it's not a good thing. "

Qi Xi, "...?" So what about herself?Knowingly committing a crime?

At this moment, Qi Xi was finally willing to move his gaze that had been on Meng Qingrang's hand up to meet her eyes.

Light brown.

Obviously the smoke had dispersed long ago, but Qi Xi still felt that he couldn't see the end at a glance.

There is also the thin wound from the peak of the left eyebrow to the bridge of the nose, it looks like it has not been treated, the blood that oozes out just like that, has naturally solidified, making the whole person a little more fragile.

This kind of judgment is only at the first glance, and it is still easy to find the sharpness on her body that cannot be hidden.

Follow her casual sideways glance to flick the cigarette ash, and you can find a strong sense of rebellion. When you raise your eyes afterwards, there is only gentleness that does not show any flaws.

Qi Xi had never met someone like her before, and after realizing that she had acted abruptly, she bowed slightly and took the initiative to end this presumptuous conversation, "Then excuse me."

Meng Qingrang leaned on and did not move, his plain eyes followed Qi Xi's back as he turned and left.

After a while, she casually pinched a cigarette, straightened her body and left.

In the corridor, Qi Xi, who was a few steps ahead of Meng Qing, had already walked out.

She stopped in front of a door, holding the doorknob in her hand, her chin raised slightly, and the side profile was tense.

"Sister! You're finally here!" Zhou Qi, who had been waiting for Meng Qingrang, suddenly stuck his head out from behind the door and said excitedly.

Seeing that she was ignoring him and looking at the front in a daze, Zhou Qi glanced over and said, "A03, Du Mingcheng's box."

Meng Qingrang, "Yi Yijian's Du Mingcheng?"

Zhou Qi rolled his eyes in disgust, "Isn't it the second generation ancestor of the Du family? He graduated and returned to China this year. His parents left him a large duplex in a newly opened real estate in the east of the city. I went there once and the interior was well decorated. It looks like a palace. I'm afraid that others don't know that there is a mine at home, but he doesn't know what the wind is, so he insists on dismantling and reinstalling. No, from August to now, the designer has been tormented for more than two months , still not signed."

"His family is engaged in construction, and it's not just a matter of saying a word to decorate. Why do you have to look outside?" Meng Qingrang asked casually.

Zhou Qi, "The decoration is just a pretext. That buddy has fallen in love with a designer, but unfortunately the other party is a tough guy. He has no ability to chew on it. He made a joke of himself by going back and forth. He was agitated by the person next to him when he was drinking a few days ago. , put down harsh words, and said that within three days, he would definitely be dealt with."

"I heard that the design company is so small that Baidu has to turn two pages to find the official website, and the scale is as big as Zhima. Even if something happened tonight, they probably wouldn't dare to make a fuss. Hey, I met Du Xiao, who is the first home in Northwest China. You can only count them as unlucky." Zhou Qi sighed, and secretly gave his hand to Meng Qing, saying, "Sister, where's the birthday red envelope?"

The topic suddenly changed, and Meng Qing let out a snort, telling him to recognize the reality, "What are you dreaming about? You can only choose between the red envelope and tonight's bill."

"OK." Zhou Qi shrugged indifferently, and said simply, "I choose the bill."

"Sister, what's the matter with the injury on your face?" Zhou Qi suddenly noticed the blood on the bridge of Meng Qingrang's nose, and wanted to touch it worriedly, but she raised her hand to block it, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."

"What is nothing?" Zhou Qi guessed based on his experience, "Did he sleep in the studio again and was smashed by something that fell somewhere?"

Meng Qing made it funny, "I understand."

Zhou Qi was speechless, "Workaholic."

"..."

Meng Qingrang and Zhou Qi entered the box together, and there were more than a dozen people inside having fun.

Seeing her suddenly appear, the non-standard singing voice in the microphone turned into an exclamation, and then time seemed to freeze, the dancers, the drinkers, the kissers hiding in the corner... Everyone was frozen on the spot.

Seeing this, Zhou Qi took a step forward, turned off the sound that could shock people out of a heart attack, and said triumphantly, "This is my sister, who is here to celebrate my birthday."

Everyone cursed in unison, "Damn it!" Who doesn't know that this is your sister, the problem is that Mr. Meng, the founder of the independent women's clothing brand Nature and the creative director of the well-known fashion consumer brand T&F, is really suitable to appear here ? T&F hasn't collapsed yet, has it?

"Sister." Someone reacted first and greeted Meng Qingrang.

"En." Meng Qingrang responded, went to the vacant seat at the side and sat down, and said with a smile, "You play your tricks, don't be restrained, I will leave after sitting down for a while."

That's right, who would dare.

Among them, who doesn't know that the only daughter of the Meng family was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and she will go home to inherit T&F's huge inheritance if she doesn't work hard, but she still has an elite personality and started her career at the age of 27 She was so prosperous that even the people in the municipal government would compliment her politely when they saw her, let alone those little brats who had just grown up.

Zhou Qi was not afraid of Meng Qingrang at all, seeing that someone finally backed him up, he yelled after grabbing the mic, making Meng Qing's temple throbbing.

After less than 10 minutes, Meng Qingrang calmly gave up.

She took out a credit card from her wallet and handed it to Zhou Qi, saying, "Happy birthday. Keep playing, I'm leaving first."

Zhou Qi caught it calmly, smiling from ear to ear, "Thank you sister!"

"Yeah." Meng Qingrang raised his hand to pluck the matcha green that covered Zhou Qi's head, and reminded, "Don't play too late, and also, dye your hair back before you go home."

"I know, I know." Zhou Qi nodded repeatedly, with an extremely perfunctory attitude.

Meng Qingrang was dumbfounded by his attitude of unloading and killing donkeys. He greeted everyone, leaned over, picked up his coat and left the box, and walked towards the elevator.

Near the box where Du Mingcheng was, he could vaguely hear him cursing uncontrollably.

Meng Qingrang frowned, but did not stop walking.

Walking to the door, there was a crashing sound of wine bottles colliding inside. With this sound, the door of the box was suddenly pulled open, and a little girl in messy clothes rushed out.

Meng Qingrang was forced to stop, watching the panicked figure flash past his eyes.

Without thinking about it, she knew what this little girl had just experienced, or what she almost experienced.

Well, what about that woman?

Thinking of Qi Xi's red eyes, Meng Qingrang turned his head in a strange way, and looked into the box.

Later, Meng Qingrang recalled his reaction, combing with his hands, stroking Qi Xi's sweaty hair roots, and teasing her, "I want to make sure if you only cry when things happen. You, it's troublesome to coax."