Meng Sheng pursed his lips, his eyes slightly sank, with indifference and indifference in his eyes.
It doesn’t matter, just sell it.
It’s good to sell it.
By that time, she will take back the villa in Yuelan Mansion and the 300,000 yuan she borrowed. What kind of situation and mood will Ning Weiwei be in then?
Penniless?
Poor and destitute?
She is quite looking forward to it.
Meng Sheng rested at home for two days, and Shang Boyu stayed by her side all the time, cooking for her, washing and blow-drying her hair, and was attentive and considerate.
Aunt Zhang, the nanny, praised me many times when she saw me.
He had always cared about her from the beginning to the end, and she had never felt neglected in all these years.
From dating to marriage, it also gave her enough sense of security.
His love may be real, but his betrayal is also real.
So Meng Sheng couldn't see through him.
But I truly understood what sincerity is, and it is something that changes rapidly.
No one can really figure it out.
Only after her complexion really improved and the doctor said there was no problem did Meng Sheng go out to the art museum.
Qiu Yi’s solo exhibition venue has been fully decorated, and there will be a total of 108 paintings.
The locations for many of the small paintings have already been chosen, but the main paintings in the four exhibition areas have been decided upon but have not yet been installed.
But there is only one week left until exhibition day.
Fortunately, on the last day of October, autumn returned home.
Meng Sheng went to the airport to pick her up.
It was clearly almost the beginning of winter, but Qiu Yi, who came out pushing a luggage cart, was dressed very simply, wearing a green shirt, a black wool coat and an over-the-knee leather skirt.
She has a charming and bright appearance, a pair of extremely aggressive fox eyes, and an innate strong aura and oppressive feeling that overwhelms everyone around her, and people around her unconsciously keep a distance from her.
In comparison, although Meng Sheng's heavy face is also aggressive, it is neutralized by her clear and gentle phoenix eyes, making her more approachable and easy to talk to.
Meng Sheng smiled and waved, "Sister Qiuyi."
Qiu Yi came over pushing the luggage cart and smiled, "Meng Meng, long time no see."
The way she addressed Meng Sheng was different from that of others. Others called her "Shengsheng", but Qiu Yi followed her brother Meng Shixu and called her "Mengmeng".
The last time the two met was at the funeral of her mother Xu Li who passed away last year. Qiu Yi rushed back from France to pay her respects.
"Why do I feel like you look worse after not seeing you for a year? Have you lost weight?" Qiu Yi frowned slightly and looked her up and down.
When Meng Sheng saw her, he inexplicably felt close and warm in his heart.
It also made her want to talk, and she wanted to tell her about the grievances, pain, sadness and sorrow she had experienced during this period, as well as the desperate situations she might face in the future.
But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
The 6th is Qiuyi’s first solo exhibition in China, and she can’t let this affect her mood.
"Maybe it's because I caught a cold the past two days."
Qiu Yi noticed her slightly red eyes and understood that she must have something on her mind, but she didn't want to say it now. She didn't force her, but just frowned deeper and deeper, and reached out to gently touch her thinning cheek.
"If the teacher saw you like this, how sad he would be. There is no flesh on your face at all."
Meng Sheng smiled and said, "I will make up for it later. Let's go eat first."
"What to eat?"
"Um...eat meat?"
Qiu Yi raised his eyebrows, "Okay, let's go eat meat."
The two chose a Chinese restaurant and chatted about family matters while eating. Meng Sheng asked, "Sister Qiuyi, how long do you plan to stay in Beijing this time?"
"Let's wait until the New Year is over." Qiu Yi said.
"Really? That's great."
"I haven't been back to celebrate the New Year for many years."
"So do you want to live in the Meng family or..."
Qiu Yi shook her head. "No, before I came back, I asked the housekeeping company to clean my house, so it's habitable now."
Meng Sheng kept silent. He knew what she was concerned about, and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
After dinner, Meng Sheng originally said that Qiu Yi had taken such a long flight and wanted her to go back and rest, but Qiu Yi insisted on going to the art museum first to see the layout of the venue and select the main painting.
When Qiu Yi arrived, people from the art gallery came to greet her at the door. Ning Weiwei jumped out of the crowd and took her arm happily and affectionately, "Sister Qiu Yi, welcome back. You are still so beautiful."
Qiu Yi frowned slightly and nodded calmly, "Long time no see."
As he spoke, he had already pulled his arm out.
Qiu Yi has a cold personality. Most people would say that she is heartless and cold-blooded, but she is actually warm only to people she is close to and familiar with.
In fact, she and Ning Weiwei met because of Meng Sheng.
We just knew each other, met a few times and had dinner together once, but we weren't to the point where we could hold each other's arms.
Besides, Qiu Yi is a rather aloof person and doesn't like to have too much physical contact with others.
Ning Weiwei's hands froze in the air awkwardly, her face flushed. She didn't expect Qiu Yi to be so disrespectful to her.
She looked at Meng Sheng for help, but Meng Sheng didn't even look at her. He said to the head of the exhibition department, "Minister Zhou, take Teacher Qiu to visit the exhibition area we have arranged."
"Okay. Teacher Qiu, please follow me."
Minister Zhou is a veteran of the art museum and has been here since it was founded by Meng Sheng’s mother Xu Li.
Because the art museum does not have the position of deputy director, apart from the director, he has the highest position in the entire art museum.
After Meng Sheng took over the art museum, he also helped Meng Sheng handle the museum's affairs faster and better.
When a group of people went in, only Ning Weiwei stood there awkwardly.
She bit her lip tightly and glared at Meng Sheng and Qiu Yi's backs with resentment.
What are you so proud of?
What's so great about that.
She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Shang Boyu: Husband, I feel so wronged and want you to hug me and kiss me.
Yisheng Art Museum is divided into four exhibition areas, ABCD, covering a total area of 6,359 square meters. Entering the door, there is a huge geometric crystal ornament. When it rotates, many beautiful paintings will appear on the crystal.
On the right is a glass elevator, and behind it are four large exhibition halls. The second and third floors are collection rooms, office areas, and reception rooms.
The decoration design drawings of the exhibition area were based on Qiuyi's requirements and were only implemented after they were reviewed.
After Qiu Yi had walked through the four exhibition areas, he was quite satisfied. After making a few small comments on the lighting, he said to Meng Sheng, "The delivery of those main paintings will arrive tomorrow. Please send someone to pick them up directly from me tomorrow afternoon."
One of the main paintings won the first prize at a French art exhibition earlier this year, and a Frenchman wanted to buy it for his collection for one million euros.
But Qiu Yi declined.
Meng Sheng nodded and looked at the person in charge of the storage and maintenance department, "Fang Yuan, take someone there tomorrow. I'll send you the address later."
Fang Yuan nodded, "I understand."
Qiuyi stayed in the art museum until four o'clock in the afternoon and then went back. Meng Sheng gave her his car.
Originally, Shang Boyu called and said he wanted to have dinner together, but Qiuyi said she was tired and wanted to eat tomorrow.
Shang Boyu had no choice but to give up. In the evening, he drove to the art museum to pick up Meng Sheng and asked in a gentle voice, "How is it? Are you feeling unwell today?"
Meng Sheng shook his head gently, "It's okay, it's all right now, it's not a ceramic doll, don't worry."
"How can I not be worried? The doctor said that you can't get tired right now, understand?"
"Um."
"Do you want to go back home to eat tonight, or eat out?"
"All right."
"Then let's eat outside. There's a Chinese restaurant over on Yuexin Road. The sweet and sour pork ribs there are delicious. I think you'll like it."
"good."
Yuexin Road is not far from the art museum, and it is not rush hour at this time, so it only takes ten minutes to get there.
After entering the restaurant, Shang Boyu said to her, "Just sit over there by the window. You can also enjoy the night view. At 8:30, there will be a light show in the building over there."
He knew it so clearly, Meng Sheng asked with a smile, "Have you been here before?"
Shang Boyu said calmly, "Well, wasn't there a social event last night? Mr. Huang booked a private room in this restaurant."
"oh oh."
Meng Sheng nodded gently and took a sip of water. A text message came: [Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei came to this restaurant to eat the day before yesterday and last night, and sat by the window. ]
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