The Western restaurant GourmetFusion is a half-hour drive from Yisheng Art Museum, but it was during the evening rush hour and the traffic jam lasted for more than ten minutes.
Shang Boyu ordered a steak and Boston lobster for Meng Sheng, as well as a cream of mushroom soup and dessert.
When the dishes came, he would considerately cut the steak for Meng Sheng, not too big or too small, just the right size for Meng Sheng.
This is a lot for Meng Sheng, who has a small appetite.
She was indeed very tired today, and she didn't eat much at noon, so her appetite was good now.
But I didn’t finish eating it.
There were several pieces of steak left, and half of the lobster and soup were left.
Shang Boyu saw this and asked, "Have you finished eating?"
"Hmm." Meng Sheng took a sip of water.
Shang Boyu never disdained the food that Meng Sheng had eaten. He took everything and ate it all elegantly.
Meng Sheng frowned slightly. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with it before.
But now, when I thought about the possibility that he might eat the food left by Ning Weiwei, I felt a little sour in my heart.
Both uncomfortable and nauseous.
Out of sight, out of mind, she lowered her head to eat the strawberry brulee cake.
After a while, a pleasant English ringtone rang from the cell phone in Shang Boyu's pocket.
He took it out, took a look at it, and hung up without any hesitation.
But soon, the bell rang again.
Meng Sheng heard the voice and looked up at him. He didn't see any clues from his face, so he asked casually, "Who is it?"
"The company's." Shang Boyu said, "The project management department. Honey, I'm going to take a call. You eat first."
"good."
Meng Sheng withdrew her gaze from his back, and the cell phone in her bag suddenly dinged.
[The call was from Ning Weiwei, who said she had a stomachache and asked Shang Boyu to accompany her.]
Meng Sheng was stunned, glanced at the line of words, and laughed softly.
The sourness was magnified again, and she allowed it to corrode her heart and nerves.
She clutched her cell phone tightly, stood up, and walked in the direction Shang Boyu had just gone.
Shang Boyu was standing in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window corridor in the restaurant and making a phone call. Meng Sheng could only see his back, so he couldn't see his expression at the moment.
All I could hear was his soft and gentle voice, which contained a hint of pampering and coaxing.
"I know you've been wronged. Stop crying, baby, okay? My heart aches."
"It's okay, it's not a big problem. I'll ask someone to pick you up at the art museum in front of her tomorrow, and she will dispel her doubts."
Ning Weiwei on the other end didn't know what he said. He glanced at his watch and said, "Okay, I'll come over to see you later. Just listen to me."
Meng Sheng arrived late and only heard these few words.
She suddenly remembered that one night he brought her several snacks that were only available in the north of the city.
She was a little touched at the time, but after hearing the content of his phone call with Ning Weiwei while hiding in the bathroom, that touch of emotion instantly vanished.
The scene at this moment and the tone of his voice were surprisingly similar.
A waiter happened to pass by. She suppressed the painful expression on her face, secretly turned off the recording, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
When he came out four or five minutes later, Shang Boyu had already sat back at the dining table.
Shang Boyu looked up and asked, "Wife, did you go to the bathroom?"
"Yeah." Meng Sheng sat down. "What does the company want to see you about?"
"There was a problem with the coordination and control of a project planning, and there was a deviation in the data. Honey, I have to go back to the company, you see..."
"Since it's a company matter, go quickly."
Meng Sheng dug his nails deep into his palms and managed a smile. "Anyway, we've finished eating. Business is more important."
"Then I'll take you back first."
"No, it takes half an hour to drive back from here, and it will take at least an hour to go from home to the company. It will take too much time. I can just take a taxi back."
Shang Boyu said seriously, "No! It's already nine o'clock, I'm worried about you taking a taxi back."
He pursed his lips and thought, "You are also very tired today. Why don't you drive back first and I can take a taxi to the company by myself."
"So...how are you going to get home later?"
"It's okay, Yue Zhu is also in the company, just let him take it."
"Okay." Meng Sheng agreed hesitantly.
Shang Boyu paid the bill and left the restaurant. He hailed a taxi, gave her a few instructions, and told the driver the company's address in front of her.
Watching the taxi drive into the traffic, she turned and got in, started the engine, and headed for Yuelan Mansion.
Coincidentally, the car just reached the small road on the left and the headlights went out. From a distance of several dozen meters, she saw a taxi parked in front of the gate. The back door was pushed open and a tall figure walked out from inside.
It was Shang Bo Yu.
A mocking arc appeared at the corner of Meng Sheng's mouth. He took out his mobile phone and pressed the shutter button towards his silhouette.
In order to accompany Ning Weiwei, he can find all kinds of excuses to coax her.
At that moment her mind went blank, she couldn't remember whether something like this had happened before.
Even if there were, she couldn't tell which ones were true and which ones were false.
How ridiculous.
Meng Sheng sat quietly in the car for half an hour, his eyes empty and his head in a mess.
Shang Boyu did not come out.
It's too difficult to bet on human hearts.
If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces.
Didn't she once feel that she was lucky and happy?
But what about now?
She lived in what she thought was a beautiful fantasy, in the lies that Shang Boyu had woven for her.
If it wasn't a text message, when would she find out?
For some reason, she remembered the dream she had some time ago.
I sat alone all night holding my daughter's body.
It was obviously a dream.
But it feels like being there.
Could that be foreshadowing the consequences of her ignorance?
A sudden chill ran down her spine, making her shudder violently. She quickly gathered her thoughts, started the engine, turned the car around, and left Yuelan Mansion.
As the car entered the maple leaf section, a hazy drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Meng Sheng turned on the windshield wipers. Although his vision was not blurry, he was slightly distracted at the moment because he had just thought of the dream.
Suddenly, the front of the car made a "bang" sound.
Meng Sheng regained his senses in an instant, but he was still a little confused.
Rear-end collision.
The car in front seemed to be a gray Bentley. She just felt that it looked familiar. The door of the driver's cabin was pushed open, a black umbrella was opened, and a pair of long and straight legs stepped out, followed by a body with broad shoulders and narrow waist.
When she walked to her car and raised her umbrella slightly, a familiar and stern face suddenly came into her sight.
Pei Sui?
Is it Pei Sui? !
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