Meng Sheng didn't know that Jialan Beauty Salon took the blame for her, nor did she know how Yu Qionghua's people somehow found out that Pei Sui was the one behind it.

The next day was Kyoto University’s anniversary celebration.

She was wearing a light purple Chanel-style suit with a pair of high boots and a Chanel bag. Her black wavy hair was draped over her slender back, swaying gently as she walked.

Shang Boyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he heard the noise, he turned around. A beautiful, elegant, dignified and gentle figure suddenly appeared in his peach blossom eyes under the lenses.

Ever since he met Meng Sheng, he knew she was beautiful.

Bright but not ostentatious, under the curved willow eyebrows, there are a pair of clean, clear and calm phoenix eyes, like a pool of autumn water, as brilliant as spring flowers, tender and beautiful.

The oval face of the rich-faced woman is delicate and small, and the lips covered with light-colored velvet lipstick are tender and juicy.

It seemed like she hadn't dressed up so carefully in a long time. She usually wore makeup, but it was relatively simple, and her clothes were also simple and capable.

Shang Boyu was stunned for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, he stood up and walked over, "Wife, you are so beautiful."

He was never stingy in praising her, and every word he said was sincere and genuine.

Meng Sheng glared at him and snorted, "Then tell me, when was I not good-looking?"

Shang Boyu laughed and tapped her nose lightly with his finger. His eyes and tone were filled with doting. "I said the wrong thing. She's beautiful all the time. My wife is beautiful all the time. She's the most beautiful."

Meng Sheng smiled and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's get going quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

They were stuck in traffic on the road outside the campus for more than ten minutes before they could drive the car in.

As soon as the car parked, Ning Weiwei called.

"Shengsheng, where are you guys?"

Today happens to be the weekend, and the school did not invite Ning Weiwei. She "accidentally" mentioned this two days ago and asked her if she wanted to join.

The school is open today, and only the evening banquet requires an invitation, but with her and Shang Boyu bringing in one person, it is more than enough.

Ning Weiwei pretended to be hesitant at first, but it was only after Meng Sheng persuaded her that she agreed.

Of course Meng Sheng could see through her pretense, but he just went along with it because he saw Ning Weiwei wanted to go.

"We just parked the car, where are you now?"

"I'm in Building A of the Foreign Languages ​​College."

The Foreign Languages ​​College is the closest to the south gate. She said, "Okay, we'll be there in about five or six minutes. Wait for me there."

"Ning Weiwei is here today too?" Shang Boyu took out the car keys and asked casually.

Meng Sheng turned his head to look at him, and there was just the right amount of surprise in his eyes.

She nodded and smiled, "Well, today is the weekend and the museum doesn't have to work, so she said she would come over to join in the fun. Back in her junior year, her painting of a sunset on a cruise ship won the first prize at the 13th French Art Exhibition, which brought great honor to our Department of Fine Arts at Peking University."

He is also considered a celebrity.

She also signed up for that art exhibition.

She painted a picture of golden wheat fields and the joy of farmers harvesting grain, but the day before the deadline, her painting was accidentally knocked over and fell into the paint box.

A painting was ruined just like that.

There was only one day left and I couldn't finish a single painting.

She had no choice but to give up.

At that time, the professor said that if her painting was entered into a competition, it would definitely be among the top three.

The person who pushed her to paint was never found. She was so angry that she cried under her quilt for a whole day. How did Ning Weiwei comfort her at that time?

"Forget it, it was just carelessness. You won't be able to make it to the art exhibition anyway, so don't be angry."

"Don't cry. Look at your swollen eyes. It hurts me. My paintings are still here. If I win the prize, I will give you half of the prize money and we will go out for a big meal."

It has been too long, and she can't remember anything more.

But now when she thought about these two sentences, she felt very uncomfortable.

There was even a hint of doubt.

Could it be that the person who pushed her to paint was Ning Weiwei?

I didn’t find the answer then, and I can’t expect to find it now.

What she cared about was that if Ning Weiwei had started to be hypocritical towards her from that time on, then she would be a bit scary.

Meng Sheng concentrated his thoughts and went to Building A of the Foreign Languages ​​College with Shang Boyu. The Department of Mathematics and the Department of Physics were along the side road, and the Department of Fine Arts was along the road to the east.

Next to the Fine Arts Department is the gymnasium and playground.

The last time he went back to school was the year before last. Last year, his company was busy and his mother passed away, so he had no time to go back to school to reminisce.

This year is also the first time.

After walking for a few minutes, Meng Sheng saw Ning Weiwei standing in the sun looking at her phone. Before they got closer, a tall boy walked up to her and asked for her WeChat.

Ning was slightly stunned, then smiled and tilted her head, "Sorry, my sister has a boyfriend."

She was dressed cutely today, with a pink sweater and pleated skirt, an off-white mid-length coat, and her hair was braided in a side braid.

Sweet and smart.

He does look like a college student in his twenties.

"Oh, that's good. You have the upper hand over this male college student."

As soon as the person left, Meng Sheng smiled and teased, raising his eyebrows at her in an ambiguous way, "Why didn't your man come with you? Is he relieved? Is he willing to let you come alone?"

"Stop it."

Ning glared at her shyly, then took Meng Sheng's arm and quickly glanced at Shang Boyu. Seeing that he looked natural and nothing unusual, she felt relieved but also unwilling.

She actually wanted to see him jealous.

But during the year they were together, he never felt jealous. Instead, she gradually turned away from her original selfish motives and fell deeply into the love web he had woven.

Can't help myself.

She looked away and pursed her lips.

Before we had time to feel sad, the principal, the director, several teachers and shareholders came over.

"Mr. Shang, Mrs. Shang, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience."

Shang Boyu smiled and said, "Principal Jin, you're too polite."

After Meng Sheng nodded to them one by one, his eyes fell on the man on the right of Principal Jin.

The man was wearing a dark grey suit, he had an upright posture, long legs, a handsome face, a pair of cold and deep almond-shaped eyes, a sharp and stern jawline, and he exuded a noble and elegant temperament.

Meng Sheng was a little confused, and his eyes revealed a puzzled look as if to say, "You are also a student of Peking University."

Pei Sui withdrew his gaze and looked at the people on her left and right.

Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, with an interested expression.