Under the moonlight

Huang Meng couldn't help but smile slightly when she thought of this.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Meng asked, seeing her head bowed and silent, a faint smile on his face.

"Huh? Oh, no, nothing. Cough, hasn't Chen Zhi come back yet?" Huang Meng looked away guiltily as she saw the boy's face, magnified to the size of her memory, right in front of her.

"Hmph, he fell into the toilet, huh? Never mind him, let's go. He'll contact us if anything happens." Zhao Meng glanced in the direction of the toilet, guessing that he wouldn't come out if they didn't leave. Zhao Meng had always been wary of him because of his timid nature. If he had spoken frankly and openly with him, he wouldn't have interfered so much.

Zhao Meng and Huang Meng got into the car. "I still have things to do at the company. Are you going home or..." Zhao Meng glanced at the time; the meal had taken longer than he expected.

Huang Meng could tell that he was in a hurry to get back to the company. After all, he was her boss. She couldn't just leave work early while her boss was busy at the company.

"Let's go back to the company," Huang Meng said decisively.

Zhao Meng glanced at her, smiled, and started the car. On the way back, it was obvious that he was driving very fast. Huang Meng secretly glanced at his profile. His brows were high and his brows were furrowed, giving him a serious and earnest look. Compared to before, his face was much more rugged and mature.

"What, have you seen enough?" Zhao Meng suddenly turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

"Wh-what?" Huang Meng didn't expect him to suddenly look at her. She couldn't turn around in time, and her embarrassing act of peeking was seen by Zhao Meng.

Unlike Huang Meng's embarrassment and shyness, he was secretly very pleased with himself, a smile playing on his lips as he reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Hey, why do you keep touching my head? Didn't you always hate it when people touched your head?" Huang Meng recalled that in the past, everyone in the class knew that Zhao Meng's hair was like a tiger's forehead and butt, and no one was allowed to touch it. Anyone who touched it would get beaten up, and girls were no exception. It seemed that he had never made an exception for girls and treated them all the same.

“Yes, no one can touch me except you,” Zhao Meng said slowly, looking at her.

"When did I ever touch it!" Huang Meng had just finished speaking when she saw Zhao Meng's "think about it again" expression and couldn't help but fall into recollection.

It seems that once, she and Xie Huihui were gossiping and the topic of Zhao Meng's hair came up. Xie Huihui then made a bet with her that if she dared to touch it, he would treat her to milk tea.

Back then, bubble tea was considered a high-end drink. Although she was tempted, she wasn't foolish enough to actually touch it. She still remembered how her class monitor, Li Xue, was scolded and made to cry by him just because she touched his hair while joking with him. He always treated girls the way he wanted, showing no tenderness whatsoever.

However, she still stubbornly placed her hand on Zhao Meng's head, albeit only half-heartedly. He was sleeping with his head on the table at the time, and his temper would flare up twice as fast when disturbed while he was sleeping.

But Xie Huihui had no intention of letting her go. Just as she was about to remove her hand, he pressed it down hard. Huang Meng's heart nearly jumped into her throat the moment she touched his hair. She quickly moved her hand away, but Zhao Meng still looked up and stared at her.

She didn't even dare to turn her head, already anticipating her fate. However, to her surprise, Zhao Meng touched the back of his head where she had pressed it, and instead of being angry, he gave her a deep look before striding off his seat.

"I was forced back then, it was Xie Huihui... Wait, weren't you sleeping then? How did you know it was me? Why didn't you say it was Xie Huihui!" Huang Meng suddenly realized something was wrong and questioned.

"Because I wasn't asleep."

"Then you were eavesdropping!" Huang Meng said loudly, looking at his faint smile.

"Yes, that's right." Zhao Meng looked at her with amusement; she was still the same as before, so easily amused.

"Then, you used to always lie on the table, were you just pretending to be asleep?" Zhao Meng had a terrible temper when he was in school. Many girls were attracted to his appearance, but they were all scared away by his temper. Even the most handsome boy could make a girl cry. How could anyone dare to get close to him? Because of this, she and a few other girls often talked badly about him after class.

"Then, then you..." Huang Meng looked at him somewhat guiltily.

"Yeah, I've heard quite a bit, mostly about how I have a bad temper and even scold girls. Well, I don't remember anything else." Zhao Meng felt quite pleased looking at her guilty expression. She was still the same as before, easily falling for his teasing.

"Uh, hehehe, okay~" Huang Meng laughed awkwardly, quickly turned her head to look out the window. Humph, this person is really something. So he was just pretending to be asleep before. He was just deliberately taking up my desk. Every time he tries to sleep, he wants to stretch his arms two miles away!