Meng Sheng was so frightened by her sudden words that he choked on his saliva.
I almost swallowed the bone in my mouth and died of a stroke.
She quickly patted her chest, spat out the bone, coughed a few times, and took a sip of milk tea before she recovered.
"Sister, you..." Meng Sheng twisted the words around her lips, but she didn't deny it. "You looked at it with a microscope? How did you find out?"
She still found it unbelievable, so she put down her chopsticks, opened the album on her phone, enlarged the photo of the coffee, and looked carefully at the glass bowl that Qiuyi mentioned.
The glass bowl on the table was indeed in the picture, but because the bowl was dark gray, Meng Sheng had to focus for a long time before he could see a large hand with distinct joints reflected in it.
Pei Sui's hands are actually very nice-looking, with distinct bones, slender and strong, and fair skin. Because he holds pens all year round, there are thin calluses on the base of his thumb and the joints of his index finger.
Although the reflection on the bowl was blurry, it was not difficult to see that it was indeed a man's hand.
Meng Sheng was silent.
She really didn't expect that someone would see any clues from this.
I have to admire it.
She turned her head to look at the woman who was leisurely eating noodles with soybean paste and gave her a thumbs up.
He praised her very attentively, "Sister, how about... I'm going to Tokyo in a few days, and I'll contact the director of Conan for you and let you act in two episodes of Conan?"
Qiu Yi rolled her eyes at her rudely and slapped away her hand that was giving her the thumbs up.
But he replied lazily, "Okay, if you have the connections, you can ask for me. If the pay is right, I will stop painting and start acting as a paper man."
Meng Sheng laughed, "Okay, I'll definitely help you find out."
"Come on, stop interrupting me. No matter how you try, you still have to face this issue. Will you confess on your own initiative, or will I torture you into confessing? I've always been a democratic person. You choose."
Her voice was light and airy, with that innate sense of leisure and laziness that came with her. Perhaps it was because of her eyes, but she gave people the inexplicable feeling that if you refused, it would be the end of the game.
Meng Sheng didn't say anything, but immediately picked up the chopsticks again, picked up an octopus ball and put it in his mouth, chewing it like a squirrel.
Then he picked up another piece of pork ribs and started chewing on it.
When he wanted to grab another piece of noodles with soybean paste, Qiu Yi stopped him and raised his chin towards the clock on the wall. "Don't waste my time. We have to leave for the airport at 5:30."
"I'm just trying to think about the wording. Don't worry," Meng Sheng took another sip of milk tea and said, "There is a situation, um...it's only happened in the past few months."
"You've kept it a secret really well. If it weren't for that photo, I wouldn't have known about it until now." Qiu Yi snorted coldly, supporting his chin with one hand, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is it? That lawyer? His last name is Pei, right?"
Meng Sheng still found it incredible, "Did you see this from that glass bowl?"
"What's wrong? Did you leave your brain at the art museum when you came here?"
Qiu Yi scolded her rudely and snorted coldly, "There are only a few single men around you who have some hope. You can figure them out by the process of elimination."
"Tsk, the modern Conan."
Qiu Yi was dissatisfied, "Can't it be Sherlock Holmes? He can't even use adjectives. As expected, love can make a person's IQ go into the negative."
Meng Sheng was helpless, "Do you really have to complain about this?"
"Yeah, otherwise I'd feel uncomfortable." Qiu Yi said affirmatively, then asked, "Tell me, who's chasing who? Does Uncle Meng know? Also, you...does your brother know?"
"I don't know. They don't know yet."
Speaking of this, Meng Sheng couldn't help but sigh, "I won't tell my brother. He's so far away. I'll tell him when he comes back, or... I originally planned to tell my dad first, and then tell my brother..."
"And then? Uncle Meng disagrees?"
"Wow, you really are the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, you can predict the future and calculate things so accurately. Why don't you open a stall and make some money."
"Then give me the money I can count first, one thousand!"
"Swindler!"
"That's just enough to offset your one thousand yuan takeout delivery fee." Qiu Yi glanced at her. "Let's get down to business. Why doesn't Uncle Meng agree? And what does Pei Sui...hiss...look like? I'll search on Baidu."
As she spoke, she took out her phone and searched Pei Sui's name on Baidu.
"Oh, she's really good-looking. She's rich, pretty, and comes from a good family. Why doesn't Uncle Meng agree?"
Meng Sheng sighed and told her all the reasons why Meng Chengli disagreed.
Finally, he threw up his hands helplessly, "I haven't even told him that Pei Sui and I are together yet."
"I wanted to say it last time, but when I mentioned that the snack was made by Pei Sui, he got really excited and his blood pressure went up. It scared me so much that I don't even dare to mention it now.
Now I can only think about waiting until he is fully recovered and discharged from the hospital before I can talk to him seriously about it."
Qiu Yi held the milk tea, sucking the pearls inside while frowning in thought.
After a while, he finally spoke, “Uncle Meng is right. From his perspective, he is just worried that you will repeat the same mistake.
Everyone has limited energy. You have just jumped out of the vortex of the business. Uncle Meng will of course be worried and blame himself, thinking that he has not protected you well. He feels sorry and feels that he will not be able to explain to the teacher in the future.
Tsk, in the final analysis, you can only blame that idiot Shang Boyu, it has caused a significant impact on you and Uncle Meng."
The teacher she was referring to was Xu Li.
She glanced at Meng Sheng, thought for two seconds, and added, "But... Pei Sui is not Shang Boyu, the Pei family is not a Shang family, and not every mother-in-law is like that old pervert Yu Qionghua.
Give Uncle Meng some time. He's not some unreasonable old scholar who only sticks to his own principles. He's quite understanding of the bigger picture. He's just confining himself to that circle now. Once he breaks free, he'll accept it."
Meng Sheng understood everything. She nodded gently, "I know. Actually... I don't know if this is right."
"What's wrong? Is his relationship unstable? Or is there something wrong in his family?" Qiu Yi always hits the nail on the head.
Meng Sheng shook his head, feeling a bit lost for words. "The relationship is fine, and he's a nice guy, but... he's really..."
"Tsk, what's going on? You've encountered every evil mother-in-law in the world? You sent away a gentle knife before, and now you're going to get a butcher knife?"
“Puff.”
Meng Sheng was amused by her adjective. "If someone heard about it, they would chase you all the way to Paris with a butcher knife. Do you believe it?"
Qiu Yi curled her lips indifferently and shrugged, "Let her come, why would I be afraid of her?"
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about it when you come back later." Meng Sheng waved her hand. She felt a headache every time she thought of Cui Xueheng's outrageous actions some time ago.
She took the initiative to change the subject, "Have you packed all your things?"
"Well, there's nothing much to pack. I'll be back in two months anyway, and there's nothing I need in Paris, so I'll just pack a backpack."
She has always been free and easy and does whatever she wants. She doesn't like those careful and orderly plans, and she doesn't like to tidy up things.
She feels that life needs surprises, otherwise living the same old routine would be meaningless.
I walked around the cloakroom last night and glanced at the daily necessities area, but I didn't find anything special that I needed to bring.
You only need to bring necessities such as your ID card, passport, charger, and computer.
She didn't want to waste her time, so after figuring it out, she simply chose the bag she would carry today and fell asleep.
Meng Sheng gave her a thumbs-up again, "This is very autumnal."
She suddenly remembered and asked, "Oh, by the way, when my brother called me a few days ago, I mentioned to him that you were going back to France today. Did he... contact you?"
Qiu Yi was stunned and looked up at her, "Well...I called yesterday."
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