Fu Xuanmiao only has a few hobbies. Meng Sheng played board games with her for about half an hour, and then the nanny, Sister He, came over and said that it was time for Miaomiao to wash up and go to bed.

Although Miaomiao was a little reluctant, she still nodded obediently.

Ask Meng Sheng, "Aunt Meng, will you come to the hospital tomorrow?"

Meng Sheng smiled and touched her head, "Come on, auntie will come to see you tomorrow morning, you should sleep well."

After getting the promise, Fu Xuanmiao's eyes were gleaming brightly, and two shallow dimples appeared on her round cheeks.

It was already half past nine when Meng Sheng returned to the courtyard on the left bank in the misty night.

The car was still several dozen meters away from the community. She saw from afar a tall and familiar figure standing at the door, and a black Cayenne, which she was also familiar with, was parked on the side of the road.

The man was standing in the shadows, and the street lights were not particularly bright, so she couldn't see the man's face clearly through the windshield.

But just by the silhouette, she recognized who he was.

She frowned and was about to drive the car through without looking around as if no one was around, but the car had to stop at the aisle gate for identification.

Shang Boyu took advantage of this gap to walk over and knocked on the driver's window.

Meng Sheng saw that he was very close to the car, and if she stepped on the accelerator, he would definitely fall.

She suppressed her worries, rolled down the car window, and her calm almond-shaped eyes were filled with a rare indifference, "What's the matter?"

The light in the car was a little dim, and the light reflected from the street lamp was mostly blocked by his figure, leaving only a hint of brightness falling on her eyebrows.

The face hidden in the shadows, although not wearing any makeup, is still beautiful, with delicate and smooth skin.

But the expression on this face no longer has the gentleness and brightness of the past.

Shang Boyu looked at the face he had been thinking about for a long time and smiled, "Long time no see, Shengsheng."

Hearing this, Meng Sheng's brows furrowed even more. She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Shang Boyu's face.

He seemed to have lost weight, but his peach blossom eyes were still bright and moist behind the lenses, and his temperament was more calm and restrained than before.

To her, he was no longer submissive, cautious, humbly begging, and full of guilt and apologetic attitude as before.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

She no longer had that much patience for Shang Boyu, and didn't want to have too much involvement with him.

Shang Boyu's eyes suddenly became sad, and he whispered, "Today is April 15th."

April 15th seven years ago was the day Meng Sheng formally agreed to his pursuit.

Perhaps she had been extremely disappointed in him for a long time, and all her past feelings had been completely overturned. Now Meng Sheng really didn't even have a trace of calm friendship towards Shang Boyu.

Including hatred and disgust, there doesn't seem to be much.

He was just a stranger to her now.

Meng Sheng pulled out a sarcastic smile at the corner of his lips, and a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes, "So?"

Shang Boyu had expected her reaction. He knew very well that since he had done things that seemed to hurt her, she would not forgive him so easily.

He has always wanted to make amends, but after Shang Qinian took over the power of the Shang Group, he targeted him openly and covertly, leaving him overwhelmed.

He simply couldn't spare the energy to keep Meng Sheng.

Today is a special day for him. He misses her very much. He really wants to see her.

He always felt that only when he saw her, his restless and anxious heart would calm down.

"Nothing special, I just wanted to come and see you and wonder how you've been doing lately..."

His voice was gentle, and his eyes as he looked at her were full of affection and tenderness.

Although he didn't mention missing her in every sentence, every word in it revealed the fact that he was thinking about her.

Meng Sheng looked at him indifferently, and his voice was indifferent and serious, "Shang Boyu, we are divorced.

Those things in the past are like words engraved on the pillar of shame, reminding me all the time how you and Ning Weiwei betrayed me and deceived me, how you drugged me, and used those despicable means on me. "

The mother and son, Yu Qionghua and Shang Boyu, and her best friend Ning Weiwei, left three scars in her heart that will never be erased.

Even now, when she thinks back on the despair and pain she once experienced, her heart still feels a little turbulent.

She once thought that he was the end of her happiness and a safe haven, but she didn't expect that he would become a knife stabbing her heart.

She had expectations of him, but what about him?

It would only destroy her hopes again and again.

Therefore, in all these things, Shang Boyu did not just make a mistake, but it was his choice.

Looking at Shang Boyu taking two steps back in embarrassment, and his face filled with guilt and embarrassment again.

She pulled the corners of her lips sarcastically and said decisively, "I hope this is the last time I see you. Don't appear in front of me again. I don't want to have anything to do with you or be involved with you anymore."

After all, the journey of life is long, and people who should part ways will eventually part ways.

She didn't want to drag things out and waste her energy on someone who wasn't worth it.

She ended this marriage full of calculations, exploitation and deception completely last winter and would never think about it again.

From then on, her future was bright, her prospects were promising, and she moved forward courageously.

The white Porsche drove past him, and when the car body brushed past his body, Shang Boyu subconsciously stepped back, but stopped after only two steps.

He glanced at the white Porsche that quickly disappeared from his sight, and his expression suddenly became a little dazed.

There was an unspeakable feeling in his heart that was like an airtight net, trapping him tightly and making him fall into a situation of suffocation and pain.

As the night deepened, thick clouds rolled in from the west, devouring the scattered stars on the blue curtain, and gradually climbed up to the silver moon in the sky.

A heavy, damp, earthy smell swirled in the air, and the cherry trees on both sides of the road rustled in the cool breeze.

Soon, two or three exploratory raindrops timidly knocked on the earth.

Shang Boyu still stood there, motionless, his scarlet eyes filled with regret and pain just staring towards the direction of the parking lot.

Even when the rain got heavier and soaked him all over, he stood there without moving.

The April rain was bone-chilling, but Shang Boyu was unaware of it. He could only feel that something that existed only in his heart was also disappearing in the end.

Along with the rain on your body, it merges into the endless flow of all things.

The whole person seemed to have lost the support of his soul, and had a decadent feeling that he was not afraid of living or dying.

After Meng Sheng returned, she first picked up Sisi who came to greet her at the door, then opened a can of food for it, poured out the remaining cat food in the bowl, and changed the water in the water bowl.

Then go to the floor-to-ceiling window to water the azalea.

This is the process she has to go through every day when she comes back recently.

Before she put down the watering can, the phone in her bag suddenly rang with the sound of a WeChat call.

She turned around to get her cell phone, and when she saw that it was Pei Sui calling, she paused and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

After a while, he answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Are you still busy? Or have you gone home?" A clear, slightly hoarse, and sincere male voice slowly flowed through the quiet room.

"I just came back not long ago." Meng Sheng asked, "How about you?"

"Yeah, I just got back to the hotel."

"Did your business trip go well?"

"It's going well. I should be back in four or five days."

"good."

Meng Sheng responded softly, and both parties suddenly fell silent without hanging up the phone.

It was too quiet around her. She was just starting to feel a little uncomfortable when she heard the sound of raindrops falling outside.

She turned her head to look toward the French window, watching the silver threads floating in the air.

Pei Sui finally broke the silence, "How's Sisi doing these days? Is he still obedient?"

"Well, it has always been very obedient." Meng Sheng responded lightly.

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively, "What's the matter with you calling?"

Pei Sui, who was far away in Shencheng, was also standing in front of the French window, looking at the falling rain outside the window. A hint of warmth that was very suitable for this spring overflowed from his deep almond-shaped eyes.

He didn't like beating around the bush and said directly, "I want to hear your voice."

In fact, I want to see her more.

Or hug her and kiss her.

He was still reserved.

However, once a video call is started, his longing for her may become more intense and unstoppable.

He knows how to control himself and is also well versed in the art of forbearance.