this……
He was so frank and natural that it seemed like she was thinking too much and caring too much.
Meng Sheng was speechless for a while, then he retracted his gaze, not looking at his naked upper body, and shook his head unnaturally, "It's okay."
After saying that, she walked over and looked carefully at the wound on his arm that was wrapped in gauze.
There is a little redness around it but no swelling.
fortunately.
Meng Sheng watched intently, not noticing the slightly raised corners of Pei Sui's lips, or the hint of teasing that flashed across his eyes.
When she looked over, his complexion had returned to normal.
"After the anesthetic wore off last night, did the wound hurt?"
Pei Sui paused and said truthfully, "Yeah."
"Does it hurt?"
"fine."
How can it be okay?
So much blood was shed last night and the wound is still so hideous.
As she thought this in her heart, the scene of the doctor stitching her last night emerged in her mind, and her heart still tightened.
"If it hurts a lot, remember to take painkillers."
She said gently, "Take the medicine later. If the fever doesn't go away and the wound gets swollen again, you have to go to the hospital. Don't be careless."
"Yes, I know."
Pei Sui responded while putting his clothes back on. Since one of his arms couldn't move, the movement was a little clumsy.
Meng Sheng watched from the side and endured for a few seconds, watching him struggle to raise his injured arm, but it got stuck at the shoulder.
After more than ten seconds, seeing that he had made no progress, she finally couldn't help herself.
Help him pull up his sleeves and hold his arm with one hand to help him put his clothes on.
Then he tore open the packaging bag of the ice patch, lifted up the loose hair covering his forehead, and threw the ice patch on it.
Pei Sui didn't move, allowing her to move, feeling her slightly cool knuckles and her gentle movements.
And the faint yet strong camellia scent at the tip of the nose.
When Meng Sheng's hand dropped, he reached out and grabbed it, frowned slightly, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you cold?"
Meng Sheng was stunned. His palms were very big, with distinct bones. Only the place where he held the pen had some thin calluses, which were dry and warm.
After a few seconds, she shook her head, "It's not cold."
As she spoke, she glanced at the time and naturally pulled her hand back. "It's not good for your stomach to take medicine right after a meal. Wait about 20 minutes before taking it."
Pei Sui nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Meng Sheng pursed his lips, sat patiently for about twenty minutes, then went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water.
Pour out six or seven pills according to the will.
Pei Sui stuffed the pills into his mouth, took the warm water from her hand, drank two or three sips, and then swallowed all the pills.
Meng Sheng asked him, "The effect of the medicine shouldn't be so fast, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"
"I'm not sleepy yet." Pei Sui looked at her and said lazily, "What about you? Do you want to take a rest?"
Meng Sheng shook his head. "It's okay. I'm not sleepy now. Let's wait until your fever goes down."
The two of them sat on the sofa, chatting from time to time.
Pei Sui was sick, but perhaps because of breakfast or the beauty in front of him, he was in good spirits.
He didn't have any reserve in front of Meng Sheng, and soon he leaned lazily on the back of the sofa.
Half an hour later, Meng Sheng took his temperature with the thermometer again.
The temperature dropped to thirty-nine degrees.
The fever still didn't go away.
Pei Sui seemed to see her worry and comforted her, "It's okay, maybe the medicine hasn't taken effect yet, don't worry."
Meng Sheng nodded and said nothing more.
By around 7:30, his temperature had dropped to 38.4 degrees.
Meng Sheng couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go back and lie down for a while, so he stood up, said a few words to him, and prepared to retire.
Coincidentally, the doorbell rang at this moment.
She was stunned and looked back at him blankly.
Pei Sui explained, "It should be Nie Han who came to pick me up."
Apart from Pei Huan who comes occasionally, there is also the housekeeper who cleans the house every week, and the next most frequent visitor is Nie Han.
Nie Han was already familiar with things like sending him off, picking him up, and helping him find documents.
He pressed the doorbell once as usual, waited about ten seconds, and then entered the password himself.
Coincidentally, Meng Sheng and Pei Sui were still three or four meters away from the door. They looked at each other in surprise.
When Nie Han saw Meng Sheng, he was completely stunned.
If he hadn't seen Director Pei, he would have thought he had taken the wrong elevator stairs.
"Director Pei, Miss Meng."
After being shocked for two seconds, his good professionalism made him immediately control his expression, and then he greeted them one by one as usual.
Meng Sheng couldn't help laughing when he saw his reaction.
He nodded slightly, "Long time no see, Assistant Nie."
Nie Han nodded in response and replied in a gentle voice, "Long time no see."
After a brief greeting, Meng Sheng didn't waste any more time and went downstairs directly.
She made up for two hours of sleep in bed and was awakened by a strange phone call.
She picked up the phone, and a resolute voice after marriage came from the other end of the line, "Hello, Miss Meng, I am Chen Lie, the captain of the South City Criminal Investigation Detachment. Are you free now?
I want to talk to you about the stabbing last night."
Meng Sheng sat up immediately after hearing this, "Captain Chen, let's meet at the art museum in half an hour."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Sheng quickly washed, changed his clothes, and took a taxi to the art museum.
Just a few minutes after she arrived, Captain Chen came with a young man she had seen before.
The two sat down in Meng Sheng's office, and Qiao Na brought three cups of tea.
Chen Lie asked about the details of what happened last night, as well as the suspect's appearance and characteristics.
It was just like yesterday when Pei Sui asked her whether she had any enemies.
It wasn't long before Chen Lie asked her one last question before leaving, "Ms. Meng, what do you think of... your ex-husband?"
Meng Sheng was stunned.
This is……
Did you find out that it was Shang Boyu?
She pursed her lips and said, "Before answering this question, can I ask first, has the man who tried to hurt me with a knife last night been caught?"
Chen Lie keenly noticed the clue and said, "Not yet. Miss Meng, do you think that person is related to your ex-husband?"
"have."
Meng Sheng said bluntly, "But I have no evidence, it's just a hunch."
This sentence can be regarded as an answer to Chen Lie's previous question.
What kind of person is Shang Boyu in her mind?
If she thought he was a good person and worthy of trust, they would not have divorced, and she would not have intuitively felt that Shang Boyu had directed last night's farce.
Chen Lie understood and nodded, "Okay, thank you Miss Meng for your cooperation. I will inform you of any progress in the case."
"Okay, thank you."
Meng Sheng sent them to the lobby downstairs of the art museum. After walking a few steps back, Minister Zhou came up to him.
"Director, the Fuguang Art Museum sent us a painting. It's your mother's work."
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