She messed with me first

There was a lot of noise all around, and all the people who watched the excitement were clapping and laughing because of Meng Qing's "sister" who didn't match her identity. Only Qi Xi turned her head quietly, taking advantage of the noise, and carefully examined her face without a trace of awkwardness. Displeased Meng Qingrang.

After the initial surprise and joy on the apex of my heart passed, there was only dead sadness and silence.

When Meng Qingrang's eyes met, it turned into a piercing pain again.

This "sister" may be far away, so others may not hear it clearly, let alone understand it.

Qi Xi's memory is too deep.

When this person still liked her, he coaxed her love with this kind of "upper" tone, and casually coaxed her to surrender and accept her fate.

Now, the past has long been an old calendar that cannot be turned over. When she suddenly listened to it, her heart beat would still speed up because of it.

……

Qi Xi withdrew his gaze, and created a piece of cleanliness for himself in the noisy room, lowered his head, and silently looked at the pure wine in the glass without a single trace of impurities.

The more I look at it, the more inexplicably I want to laugh.

When a photographer who had photographed most of China at a young age teased his mouth, he finally found a laughing point.

"How did I see the tenderness in Mr. Meng's eyes?" said the photographer.

Qi Xi picked up the wine glass and drank it down, then looked up at him, and said with a bright smile through the burning energy extending from his throat to his stomach: "Your illusion is a bit outrageous, Mr. Meng and his fiancé Nian is inseparable wherever she goes, which is really enviable. Now that her eyes have seen someone who can spend her life with her, how can there be anything else?"

Qi Xi guessed that her voice might be so loud that she couldn't hear it clearly.

Just after drinking a glass of wine, his tongue became dull and his mind was buzzing.

Jiajia told her that speaking in this state, the more she tried to speak smoothly and decently, the more embarrassing she seemed deliberately.

Qi Xi pinched the wine glass tightly, thinking with a smile: In the past two years, she has been socializing more and more, but the number of times she got drunk has become less and less. .

"Master Qi was joking." Suddenly, Meng Qingrang's voice came from beside him again, still not loud enough for Qi Xi to hear clearly, and she could even confirm from the corner of her eye that she was really the only one who said this people heard.

Is it because others are far away, or...

"Congratulations to all of you who passed the judging committee's selection process and finally became this year's 'Rising Person of the Year' candidates..." Luo Lihua, who had already recovered his face, suddenly toasted, interrupting Qi Xi's train of thought. The idea of ​​laughing stuck at the boundary between clear and fuzzy, unable to find a foothold, disturbed her.

Once a person has something on his mind, it is very easy to get drunk when drinking.

In addition, everyone said to each drinker, "Ms. Meng has called out, does she have to replace her wine master?", and she drank too much.

At the end of 09:30, Luo Lihua got up and walked to Qi Xi, and asked her, "Xiao Qi, you probably can't drive like this, do you want to walk with my car?"

Seeing that Qi Xi was half-drunk, she forced herself to stand up and declined, "I don't need to trouble you, I have already called a friend to pick me up."

"What friend? Boyfriend?" Luo Lihua asked with a smile.

Qi Xi's mind was very heavy, she could realize that Luo Lihua's tone was not right, but she was too slow to think of a suitable reason to stop it, instead she suddenly felt dizzy because of all the effort.

Qi Xi couldn't stand still, his body flickered, and he completely lost his balance.

Seeing that Luo Lihua was about to 'throw himself into a hug', his wrists tightened suddenly, and he was pulled up and placed on his shoulders. Then, two slightly colder arms passed through his waist, pressed down on his shoulders, and hugged her into the In her arms, the man lowered his head at the same time, and whispered softly in her ear: "Xixi, if you can't stand, just hug me."

The sudden movement completely disturbed the muddy water in Qi Xi's mind. She could no longer tell whose voice it was, but only vaguely remembered that Grandpa Qin Lianzhou had fallen. She had been staying with her in the hospital these days, so she was half drunk At that time, she sent Tang Jia a wechat message and asked her to come pick her up.

This person should be Jiajia, otherwise, who would want to shut her up like this?

Qi Xi immediately raised her limp arms, hugged 'Tang Jia' with confidence, and heard her say to Luo Lihua in an unhappy voice: "Secretary Luo, please walk slowly."

Luo Lihua snorted coldly and walked away.

The box immediately emptied.

Meng Qingrang hugged Qi Xi quietly, wrapped her waist with one hand, and slid up her back with the other hand, spreading her five fingers to press on the back of her neck, hiding her hot face inside her neck nest.

She shouldn't be out answering the phone for so long.

Even though he knew that Luo Lihua wouldn't really do anything to Qi Xi—aside from his lackluster temperament, his overall reputation in the industry was not bad, Meng Qingrang still blamed himself for being away for too long, which made Qi Xi like this.

"Xixi, do you want to vomit?" Meng Qingrang asked softly.

Qi Xi didn't speak, and his consciousness was very shallow.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, and Qi Xi could still tell by instinct that it was her own ringtone, but she was too lazy to move now, so she arched Meng Qingrang's neck unhappily, and ordered her , "Go and answer the phone!"

With the familiar tone, Meng Qingrang couldn't help but smile, and answered her softly, "Close."

I wanted to let go, but I refused.

Meng Qing asked Guan Zhiguan to hold Qi Xi with one hand and reach for the phone.

It was Tang Jia who called.

As soon as Meng Qingrang connected, she heard her hurriedly say: "Xixi, the traffic jam on the road is crazy! I'm waiting for the red light, and we'll be there. Can you get down by yourself?"

Meng Qingrang looked down at Qi Xi who was lying on her body, and said with a smile in his voice, "I'm here, I'll take her down."

"..." Tang Jia was stunned.

Two years later, it was the first time she heard Meng Qingrang smile sincerely.

It sounds really sweet, and the tone of "her" is really eccentric.

No wonder Xixi would rather go against her 'conscience' than like her.

Tang Jia smiled, and said briskly, "Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes at most, just watch the time."

Meng Qingrang, "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Qingrang packed up the things of the two of them and carried them away, wanting to ask Qi Xi if he could leave by himself.

Looking down and seeing her face sideways, already asleep on his shoulder, Meng Qingrang immediately swallowed back the words, held her shoulder with one hand, turned around carefully, then bent down, and pulled her onto his back, The two hands slid down and hooked the knees, and lifted the person on his back.

The body suddenly flew into the air, Qi Xi woke up with a start, and hurriedly got up to see what happened.

When she moved, the necklace hidden in her neck fell out and touched the back of Meng Qingrang's neck.

The first slap still carried Qi Xi's body temperature.

The second hit left only a hard coolness.

Meng Qingrang stood on the spot, turned his head to look at Qi Xi who was lying down again, and said in a low voice: "Xi Xi, I was there the day you stood on the highest podium, and I have always been there."

----

When Meng Qingrang came out of the hotel with Qi Xi on his back, Tang Jia had just arrived, got out of the car anxiously, frowned and said, "Why did you drink like this?"

Meng Qingrang didn't explain, just said: "Help open the back door."

Tang Jia quickly followed suit, protecting Qi Xi carefully, trying to get her off Meng Qingrang's back.

Before touching her hand, she punched her in the mouth firmly with her elbow.

Tang Jia stomped on the car door in pain, wanting to curse.

Hearing Qi Xi's words, all the anger dissipated.

"Jiajia doesn't smell like that, you're not Jiajia." Qi Xi turned her head, looked at Meng Qingrang with drunken eyes for a long time, and asked her with a smile, "Have you ever carried me on your back before? I remember this Feel."

The logic and articulation of Qi Xi's words were too clear, and he didn't sound like a drunk person at all. Tang Jia looked up in surprise, looked at Meng Qingrang, and felt relieved when he found that there were not many disturbances. Get in the car!"

Meng Qingrang didn't move, but looked back at Qi Xi intently, and said, "Get in the car first, and I'll call you when she falls asleep. If she's in the car awake, she'll have stomach upset."

"..." Tang Jia looked at the two of them for a while, then closed the car door lightly, and walked around to lean against the rear of the car.

There are people coming and going in the parking lot from time to time, making noise.

Tang Jia didn't wear much clothes, and soon he was shivering from the cold.

Unable to bear it any longer, he rubbed his arms and leaned out half of his body from behind to look at Meng Qingrang.

She doesn't wear as much clothes as her, but she can keep her shoulders stretched, and Qi Xi's back is stable.

Occasionally, I turned my face sideways to listen to her breathing.

It was the same last time.

----

Waking up the next day, Qi Xi had a headache so bad that she wished she could chop off her head with a knife, and was so annoyed by Tang Jia's nagging that she directly covered her mouth with a steamed bun.

"Where's Lian Mu'an?" Qi Xi asked curiously when he saw a lot of things belonging to double-duty people in the room, but he couldn't see Lian Mu'an.

When Tang Jia heard the word 'Lian Mu'an', she immediately changed her face, "There was a fight yesterday, and I told her to get out."

"……reason?"

"She suspects that I was hurt by a man, so she just finds a random woman to have sex with!"

"This……"

"If I have no fucking feelings for her, will I work so hard to get her under TIAN and try to get her SHUANG?"

Qi Xi choked a sip of milk into her throat, coughing until she was dizzy.

Tang Jia hurriedly took out two pieces of paper and came over, patted her on the back and said, "How old are you, can you still choke on drinking milk?"

Qi Xi, "???" Excuse me, she just wants to say goodbye now.

Barely suppressing the discomfort, Qi Xi wiped his tears with a tissue, and calmly changed the topic, "How did I come back yesterday?"

Tang Jia took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun that Lian Muan sent early in the morning, and said in a vague voice, "How do you want to come back after drinking like that?"

Qi Xi leaned against the back of the chair, tilted her head back, feeling a bit comfortable for a moment of dizziness, and then supported the chair with her two legs, flickering and staring at the emptiness somewhere above.

"Where are you going now? I'll see you off." Tang Jia said.

Qi Xi, "Studio."

"Okay, then hurry up, I'll go and change first."

"Oh."

Tang Jia left, and the huge living room was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

Qi Xi swayed for a while again, and before his aimless gaze began to straighten, he put down the stool with a 'du' sound, got up to pack the tableware, and admired the decoration of Tang Jia's new house by the way—simple and clear, with mild colors and comfortable, just...

Qi Xi stopped washing the dishes and chopsticks.

After a while, I hastily turned off the faucet, ran to the dining table to get my mobile phone, opened the photo album specially created for the glutinous rice balls, and flipped forward one by one.

None of the backgrounds overlap here.

Nothing similar.

Moreover, there is no carpet in front of Tang Jia's sofa, and there is no colored mark left by forgetting to cap the pen.

……

Qi Xi watched steadily.

I don't want to admit it, but among the people I know, she is really the only one who likes to sit on the carpet, lean on the sofa to draw manuscripts, or paint her.

Pens are thrown everywhere.

Because she stepped on it twice before and after, she was scolded later.

Every time I was scolded, I looked at her and smiled, not knowing how to refute.

"Xixi?" Tang Jia packed up and came out, seeing Qi Xi standing motionless by the table, urged her, "Hurry up, I have an appointment with a client this morning, what's the matter? Why do you look so solemn?"

Qi Xi looked up at Tang Jia, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and slow, "Since Tangyuan came back to my place, I have been in a bad mood. I think it may be because of the new environment. You put it in dog food, dog kennel , and give me dog food bowls, I'll take them back to coax glutinous rice balls."

Tang Jia froze for a moment when she put on her lipstick, and said pretendingly and naturally: "I threw it away, the old ones will not go away and the new ones will not come in. The glutinous rice balls have been used for two years, and it's time to get new ones."

Qi Xi, "Really? Then what kind of dog food does it prefer to eat in the past two years? I can buy some dog food that it likes, and it will work."

It was strange for Tang Jia to know.

Ever since Qi Xi handed Tangyuan to her, she had done everything she could to keep her for a week, and the rest of the time was spent with Meng Qingrang. She didn't even know how often Tangyuan went to the pet store to groom her.

"Jiajia, are you really raising glutinous rice balls these two years?" Qi Xi's question got right to the point.

Tang Jia felt guilty, "Sure, otherwise who else would there be?"

Qi Xi, "Meng Qingrang."

Tang Jia's heart skipped a beat, but he was still covering up, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Without saying a word, Qi Xi handed the phone directly to Tang Jia.

It shows a paused video, and in the lower right corner of the video is a small white patch with colorful hand-painting.

Only a small part was exposed.

Qi Xi couldn't figure out the whole picture before, but after being associated with the word "Meng Qingrang", it suddenly became a corner of a skirt, like a certain manuscript she had scribbled on.

With the facts in front of him, Tang Jia couldn't avoid it, and Meng Qingrang asked her if she could raise glutinous rice balls as the main reason, and only said: "If I can't see you two, the glutinous rice balls will make trouble, and I can't help it."

Qi Xi took a step back, leaning on the dining table and chuckling, "No wonder Tangyuan was so reluctant to part with her the day she brought her back."

"Xi, I'm so annoying!" Tang Jia answered the phone irritably, and said, "Lian Mu'an, are you finished?! What!"

"Xixi, I'm going to the police station. Something happened to Lian Mu'an!" Tang Jia's voice was trembling, and when he stuffed his phone into his bag, he actually stuffed it out.

Qi Xi leaned over to help her pick it up, and said quickly, "I'll accompany you."

It was only when I arrived that I found out that the reason why Lian Muan entered the police station was because of her fierce expression, which scared the child to tears. The parents of the child called 110, saying that she was abducting and trafficking children.

Tang Jia laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. Lian Muan stared blankly for a while, touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Don't look at me like that, I didn't call the police."

Lian Muan's tone was cool, "If you don't drive me out of the house, can I scare people outside?"

Tang Jia, "Huh? If you don't bother me, can I drive you out?"

"..."

The two of you come and go, they are in their early thirties, and they love to pinch each other's sore spots even more than children when they turn over old scores.

Qi Xi stood aside and listened, inexplicably envious.

Some people like it, even if they are awkward, it always has a sweet taste.

she……

Qi Xi gripped the phone tightly.

What kind of person is she thinking about?Why are you thinking about it?

"Jiajia, I'm leaving first." Qi Xi said with a smile.

Let's leave it at that about the glutinous rice balls. She is very busy and has no energy to pursue it.

----

"Qi Xi?" Qin Lianzhou called Qi Xi several times to come over to pour water. Seeing her shaking so much, she came over and patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you thinking? I've been distracted these few days."

Qi Xi smiled, took the still empty cup from the water dispenser, and said, "It's nothing."

Qin Lianzhou glanced at her, and said, "The unveiling ceremony will start in 10 minutes, and the Master Yan has already arrived, and he brought a few friends over to join in the show. You can go over and entertain her."

Qi Xi immediately put down the cup and said, "Close."

She was busy until noon.

Today is the first day of the establishment of the studio. Qi Xi and a few partners were supposed to treat everyone to dinner together, but unfortunately, they just ran into the "New Talent of the Year Award", so they had to entrust Qin Lianzhou with his share.

Qin Lianzhou readily agreed, and told Qi Xi before leaving, "The borrowed dress is on my desk, go get it yourself."

"What style?" Qi Xi asked solemnly, "Is it heavy? Is it complicated? Is it pompous?"

These are the three questions Qi Xi asks every time she wears a dress, and it has become a habit.

Qin Lianzhou knew half of the reasons before, but now he knows all of them, so he naturally wanted to borrow the most suitable one for her.

"Your style." Qin Lianzhou said.

Qi Xi raised her eyebrows, "What's my style?"

Qin Lianzhou, "Just take a look and you'll know, let's go first."

Qi Xi, "Yes."

As soon as Qin Lianzhou left, Qi Xi didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried to her office to look for a dress.

The white box was placed on the table. It was very large and tied with a black ribbon. Apart from that, there was no trace of extra patterns or logos. Compared with the ones I borrowed before, it was very low-key.

Qi Xi couldn't help being curious, opened the box two or three times, and took out the neatly stacked skirt inside - the mermaid skirt that flatters the figure, it is still pure black, the cut is obviously natural and casual, and it is a bit more biased than it is in front of the body. Ineffable elegance and publicity, it is a kind of contradictory harmony, so beautiful that it is relaxed.

This style seems familiar.