Meng Sheng's gaze fell on the milk in his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes.
It is definitely impossible to drink it.
But...she could let him drink.
Otherwise, it would be such a pity to waste such expensive milk.
She said calmly, "When I came up just now, I drank a bowl of red dates and white fungus soup cooked by Aunt Zhang. I couldn't drink the milk."
Shang Boyu looked helpless, and patiently coaxed softly, "I didn't think it through, but you have always had restless sleep and are prone to nightmares. Drink this to help you sleep."
Hearing this, Meng Sheng frowned in embarrassment, looking conflicted as if to say, "I know you care about me, but I'm too full to drink any more."
Finally, he sighed in compromise, "But I can't finish such a big cup. I will have to vomit later. Please help me order first, and drink to... here."
Her slender fingers rested on the wall of the cup, one-third of the way up.
There was a hint of cunning and guilt in his eyes.
Shang Boyu was stunned and his heart sank slightly.
He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the cup, catching the emotion in her eyes and laughing, "This isn't medicine. You're being lazy while drinking milk? You're naughty."
Meng Sheng's tone softened, as if she was acting like a spoiled child, "I really can't drink any more. My stomach can only hold this much. You drink it, and just leave two or three sips for me."
Shang Boyu's eyes dimmed slightly.
There is medicine in it that he prepared specially for her, of course he can't drink it!
After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he pretended to sigh and touched her head lovingly.
"You know I don't like drinking milk. It's okay, just drink a few sips and I'll pour the rest away."
He really doesn't like drinking milk.
But before, when she wanted him to drink, he would never refuse.
Meng Sheng sneered in his heart, but his face showed full of concern and distress.
A pair of beautiful and calm eyes drooped down, and she said softly, "I know, but you feel sorry for me, and I feel sorry for you too. Haven't you been sleeping well recently?
I understand that I reported the Yueqifang incident, and you must be blaming me and resenting me in your heart. I understand that, but I feel bad too.
Especially when I see you suffering from insomnia and tossing and turning every day, I feel guilty and blame myself, but... I... don't know how to comfort you.
I’m afraid that if you hear it, it will only increase your resentment and hatred towards me, I…”
As she spoke the last part, her clear, soft voice was visibly choked with sobs, and she stopped talking at the right moment.
When Shang Boyu heard this, a corner of his heart immediately collapsed.
It was obviously unrealistic to say that he had no resentment at all, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't leave her and couldn't bear to lose her.
He really had trouble sleeping these days because there were too many things piled up in his heart.
It made him feel uneasy all day long.
Now knowing that Meng Sheng actually cares about him and is concerned about him, it seems to be enough.
As for the rest, he can let it go.
As long as her heart is with him.
"You are talking nonsense again. When have I ever blamed you? Not to mention hating you. I can't even love you enough, so how could I possibly hate you? Shengsheng, in this world, no one else loves you more than I do. I really, really love you very much."
His face was full of care and sincerity, and his deep eyes were like an ancient pool, wanting to absorb her completely.
Let her completely lose her way in there and never come out again.
Especially the last sentence, which carries a certain urgency.
He desperately wanted to tell her how important she was to him.
Even more important than his mother Yu Qionghua.
But so what?
She couldn't afford his dirty love.
I can't bear it either.
Meng Sheng fiercely suppressed the sarcasm that was surging like a tide in his chest and blinked his eyes gently.
Looking completely bewildered and helpless, "You...really don't blame me?"
Shang Boyu smiled and put his arm around Meng Sheng's shoulders.
She consoled him softly, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't understand things? That matter... is not your fault, and what you did was right. I couldn't sleep these days because of the company's affairs..."
"You, you used to have so many random thoughts. Just tell me anything you have in the future. Don't keep it in your heart. You must speak it out.
However, I know my wife cares about me silently and loves me, so I am still very happy. If you can't drink this milk, forget it."
You see, the Green Tea trick always works in front of men.
No wonder he can't leave Ning Weiwei, over and over again.
Ning Weiwei used this set of green tea tactics to tie him down tightly.
Meng Sheng sniffed lightly, glanced at the glass of milk, and nodded slightly.
Her eyes were filled with expectation and concern. "Then drink it. You will definitely sleep better tonight. Otherwise, you will be uncomfortable tossing and turning all the time, right?"
In one sentence, Shang Boyu was put in an awkward position.
Looking at Meng Sheng's worried expression, his heart tightened and his knuckles holding the cup turned slightly white.
Now I feel like I'm shooting myself in the foot.
He has been pretending to have insomnia these days, just to attract Meng Sheng's attention and make her feel soft-hearted and distressed.
Unexpectedly...
It seems that putting this medicine in milk is indeed not a wise move.
However, the medicine was in the form of white powder, and if it was placed among other things, it might easily attract Meng Sheng's attention and suspicion.
Under Meng Sheng's gaze, he couldn't think any further and could only look at her calmly.
He didn't show any panic.
Even his eyes were filled with affection and tenderness, and he said softly, "It's okay. Even if I don't drink, with my wife's care, I will definitely sleep well today."
He became skilled at doing things like using little force to achieve great results after doing them many times.
Meng Sheng sneered in his heart, but before he could say anything, Shang Boyu's cell phone, which had been placed on the bedside table, rang first.
It's a text message ringtone.
In this large and quiet bedroom, the clear and long ringing sound was particularly abrupt.
Shang Boyu's back visibly stiffened.
Perhaps influenced by the text message from the unknown number, he would unconsciously panic and feel repulsed whenever he heard the sound of a text message.
Even the light in his eyes froze.
Then he calmed himself down and said, "You worked overtime so late today, you must be tired. I'll go pour the milk. Go to bed early, okay?"
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