Meng Sheng smiled and said, "Well, Kang Bo was worried that I wouldn't be able to eat my favorite dishes, so he asked the kitchen to make a lot, so we don't have to cook in the evening."
"I was planning to call you and ask if you'd come back for dinner." Pei Sui joked, "I got lucky."
Meng Sheng smiled and glanced at him, "Next time I'll let you have more and take you home to eat."
Pei Sui raised his eyebrows and squeezed her palm. "Okay, then I'll wait and see."
"Turn your car around."
Meng Sheng turned around and told the driver that there was no need to go in. After thanking him for his hard work, he sent him back to the north of the city. "Be careful on the road. Thank you."
Three minutes later, Pei Sui's Bentley drove back. She opened the passenger door and got in. She and he went straight up to the 15th floor carrying the food.
After putting the things on the dining table, Meng Sheng was about to turn sideways when Pei Sui turned around first and held her in his arms, one of his hands tightly clasping her lower back.
She was slightly stunned, her hands suspended in the air, feeling the heat from his body continuously transferred to her.
The heart that had been restless all day soon returned to calm like the receding tide of the sea.
With a smile on her lips, she asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"I think... you need a hug right now."
Meng Sheng was stunned, and his pupils froze.
The scarlet eyes became a little unreal at this moment.
The clear voice was like the moonlight pouring in from the window at night, with a hint of coolness, or like jade soaked in a mountain spring, striking her eardrum unexpectedly, gently covering up all her anxieties.
Suddenly, she felt a soreness in her nose, and her throat seemed to be swallowing an unripe green plum, whose hard and sour substance instantly occupied the most important passage in her cavity.
She sniffed, raised her arms to wrap around his waist, buried her face deeply in his chest, and swallowed the urge to cry.
This action alone is actually worth a thousand words.
Pei Sui hugged her lovingly, lowered his head slightly, put his face next to her temple, and kissed her ears from time to time with his lips.
Whispering, "Cry if you want to, don't worry, I'll be with you."
Meng Sheng shook her head gently in his arms. Just as she was about to speak, a surging sob like a tide burst out from her lips, and she immediately shut her mouth.
She has always believed that crying is the most useless thing in the world, but crying is also the best way to vent in the world.
Now the only thing weighing on her heart is a huge mountain called "regret".
She hated meeting Ning Weiwei and regretted meeting Shang Boyu.
I always think that my mother's death was caused by her. If, if I had never met them, I wouldn't have...
She felt like she had entered a dead end, walking down the same path until the end, without even thinking of looking back at the way she came.
Even if she couldn't find a way out, she would rather spend her whole life in that dead end.
She feels sorry for her mother.
Pei Sui touched her head.
He didn't know what happened last night, but he knew that Meng Sheng's discomfort and pain at the moment all came from the fact that Ning Weiwei was most likely the murderer of her mother.
So although the process is not quite right, the result is the same.
He understood Meng Sheng's guilt and powerlessness.
He whispered in her ear, "Shengsheng, do you believe me?"
Meng Sheng snorted heavily, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment, "Huh? What?"
Pei Sui's voice was still cold, but it was less gentle and more serious.
"All crimes in this world, as long as they are man-made, will leave traces. Every human being has flaws. No one can be truly flawless. No matter how difficult it is, we can always unravel the truth."
He was so sure.
Meng Sheng raised his head and looked into his deep and cold phoenix eyes, and was stunned for a moment.
My heart was shaken, and I even felt a little panic and indescribable fear.
Afraid to face it.
Facing such a Pei Sui.
At this moment, she saw in him the professional ethics motto of a lawyer, which is justice.
For some reason, ever since she decided to evade the police, break the law, and send Ning Weiwei to a mental hospital last night, a gap, one obvious and one hidden, has appeared between her and Pei Sui, making it difficult for both of them to cross the gap.
She opened her mouth. Now she should say to him, "You don't need to check. Ning Weiwei has already received the punishment she deserves."
No matter how painful psychological torture is, it is not as insane as the mental devastation and destruction that can drive people crazy.
There is a concept in modern psychology: empathy fatigue.
Even a normal person will go crazy one day if he stays with people with serious mental illnesses all day long.
What's more, Ning Weiwei has already experienced physical and psychological torture.
It's easier to make her crazy.
She couldn't be killed with an art knife because that would tarnish the dream and honor her mother had been proud of all her life.
Then she could only transform her spirit into an invisible knife, drag Ning Weiwei into the abyss, and torture her to death bit by bit.
She is not a saint and cannot let bygones be bygones.
She just wanted to take revenge on Ning Weiwei, the murderer who killed her mother.
Only by making Ning Weiwei suffer a hundred times more can she relieve the hatred in her heart.
She didn't even let herself, the culprit, off so easily, trying to trap herself in that dead end of regret for the rest of her life.
But she couldn't say anything now. In the end, she suddenly realized that rather than worrying about Pei Sui finding out what happened last night, she was actually more worried that Pei Sui would see her dark and vicious side.
I am afraid that this side of me will conflict with his righteous and upright side.
But she does not regret it, nor will she despise herself for being like this.
She is prepared to pay the price for her cruelty.
She takes responsibility for any decisions she makes.
Some people and some things cannot be solved simply by so-called justice.
For someone like Ning Weiwei, five years in prison is just a blink of an eye and will not cause her any substantial harm or punishment.
It was Ning Weiwei who pushed her into the abyss, and she shouldn't be the only one in that abyss.
She wanted Ning Weiwei to turn into dust and bones in that dark abyss, never to be reborn.
So, at this moment, the words she wanted to say became a tangled mess around her lips, unable to be cut off or sorted out.
In the end, she could only clearly grasp three words in her chaotic mind: "I'm sorry."
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