Meng Sheng glanced at the painting in his hand and was distracted for a moment.
This painting was conceived when she was sixteen years old, when she was discussing Monet's famous painting "The Promenade" with her mother Xu Li.
However, after her mother passed away, Shang Boyu put the painting away for fear of being reminded of her mother again.
When she moved the day before yesterday, she forgot to check the warehouse.
She pursed her lips, took the painting, and looked at it carefully.
The painting must have been wiped. She turned her head to look at him and met his deep, loving eyes.
She frowned and said calmly, "Thank you for the painting. Go back and don't come again."
After saying this, he prepared to close the door.
“Shengsheng…”
Shang Boyu hurriedly blocked the door, looking pitiful and injured, and asked pleadingly, "I have been waiting in line for more than an hour for these two desserts. Can you try them?"
Meng Sheng's expression remained cold when he heard this.
She glanced at the dessert in his hand, pursed her lips, and pretended to hesitate.
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he took the painting and went straight to the living room, leaving him outside the door without closing it.
When Shang Boyu saw this, he was delighted and the corners of his eyes were raised with joy.
It’s not too bad if he can still get in, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The moment he entered the door, he subconsciously looked to see if there was any sign of a man in the house.
He had been to Zuo'an Yunting twice before and had some impression of the layout here. When he walked to the sofa in the living room, he noticed the azalea on the low platform in front of the window.
He paused, slowly shifted his gaze, and walked around the sofa.
There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.
When Meng Sheng looked back, he had returned to his usual gentle and elegant appearance as if nothing had happened.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Meng Sheng didn't answer, but ordered him to leave, "Put your things down, and you can leave."
Shang Boyu's heart seemed to be stabbed by her words.
But he was not discouraged. "This butterfly cake makes your mouth dry. I'll go get you a glass of water or a drink. What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go buy some groceries and cook it for you, okay?"
He walked towards the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Meng Sheng’s eyes tightened.
She didn't know whether he had put the drug in the dessert she had bought or in the drink he was about to bring her.
She wouldn't drink or eat either of them.
But she was also taking a gamble, seeing that she had to seize the opportunity.
She ignored his words and opened the study door as if she was going to put away the paintings, but was caught off guard and saw Pei Sui leaning against the wall.
He had a coat hanging under his arm and a black briefcase and a coffee cup in his hands.
She was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and gave him an apologetic smile.
To let him wait a little longer.
Pei Sui seemed to understand what she meant. He said nothing and just nodded slightly.
Meng Sheng put the painting on the wall, closed the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the living room.
The living room and dining room are connected. During the decoration, the kitchen was semi-open and had no door. Standing in the dining room, you can have a clear view of the huge kitchen.
The timing was just right.
As soon as she stood in the restaurant, she saw Shang Boyu standing at the edge of the cooking table from a distance of several meters, pouring something from a bag into a glass of juice.
The man's jawline was tense, his movements of pouring the powder were not smooth, and his hands were shaking a little.
Even the profile of his face looked panicked.
Her eyes were fixed, and her heart suddenly tightened.
There is a difference between knowing that he drugged someone and seeing him drugge it with your own eyes.
The latter's impact was like a flood and a beast, engulfing her in an instant.
Helplessness, difficulty breathing, and then suffocation made her tremble uncontrollably, and the blood color on her originally rosy cheeks instantly faded.
That fear and surprise may be half true and half false.
She spoke with a trembling voice, "What...what are you doing?"
Her voice was not loud, floating in the huge room and falling accurately into Shang Boyu's ears.
His whole body trembled, and his hands shook violently, and the transparent bag containing white powder fell into the juice.
He turned his head to look at Meng Sheng in surprise, and his heart suddenly started beating like a drum.
When Mingming came to the kitchen, he saw Meng Sheng going back to put the paintings away.
He had already sped up, but he didn't expect her to come back so quickly.
In a panic, his hand shook again and knocked over the glass of juice.
The yellow liquid quickly flowed from the counter to the floor, splashing on the hem of his suit trousers.
He immediately took two steps forward and wanted to explain, "Shengsheng, it's not what you saw..."
But Meng Sheng did not give him this opportunity. Instead, he walked straight over, pushed him away, and stood where he had just stood.
Take out the transparent plastic bag soaked with juice from the table.
There was still some white powder left in the bag.
Her chest heaved, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she looked at him in disbelief and fear.
"What...what is this? Are you...drugging me?"
The word "drug" seemed heavy and difficult to say, so she said it very softly.
Then my throat choked and it seemed like I couldn't make any sound.
Shang Boyu's pupils contracted violently, his breathing became rapid, and his heart was broken as he listened to her questioning.
He shook his head to deny, walked to Meng Sheng with disorderly steps, and grabbed Meng Sheng's arm nervously and guiltily.
He tried to deceive her with sincere words, "No... No! Shengsheng, I didn't! Believe me, it's just... just a medicine to replenish qi and blood.
I love you so much, how could it be possible, how could I bear to drug you, Shengsheng..."
Meng Sheng waved his hand away in disgust.
She interrupted him excitedly, "Blood-replenishing medicine? What kind of blood-replenishing medicine is in powder form? What kind of medicine would you secretly give me behind my back?!"
The tears welling up in her eyes seemed to be accusing her of having wasted more than six years of her youth, which was absurd and foolish.
She laughed sadly, choking with pain and despair, "I... I just want a divorce, do you... hate me so much? You actually use such a despicable method?!
You are the one who cheated on me, you are the one who let me down, and you are the one who made Ning Weiwei pregnant! You are the one who couldn't wait to see Ning Weiwei when she came back! Shang Boyu, are you a human being? "
Every word and even every symbol she used seemed to be tinged with the smell of blood, seeping into his bones and blood.
It causes serious rejection reactions in all cells of the body.
At the end of the conversation, she angrily and resentfully threw the transparent bag at his face.
Shang Boyu didn't care about the sticky feeling of the remaining juice on his face.
He grabbed her hand again and said almost pleadingly, "It's not like that. Shengsheng, I know I was wrong before. I failed you. I'm sorry.
I also know that you resent me and hate me in your heart, but it doesn’t matter. It’s what I deserve. Now, I just want to try my best to make you calm down, apologize to you, and admit my mistakes.
How could I possibly give you medicine to upset you? Believe me, it is really a tonic..."
Perhaps because he felt guilty, his voice was much softer when he mentioned the word "tonic" again.
When it met her gaze, it came to an abrupt end.
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