The art museum closes at five o'clock, and there are usually a lot of people at the entrance at this time.
Meng Sheng looked at the man in front of him, thought for a few seconds, and took the initiative to ask, "Are you free tonight? I'll treat you to dinner."
That rainy night, she would always owe him a favor.
It’s not good and there is no expression.
She also felt guilty about it.
He paid for the last meal.
"What time is it?"
"I'm fine with either. It depends on what time is convenient for you."
Pei Sui glanced at his watch and said calmly, "Six-thirty. You book a restaurant and send me the address."
"Okay." Meng Sheng smiled, "Then drive carefully and be careful."
Pei Sui nodded slightly, turned around, threw his coat on the back seat, opened the door of the cab and sat in.
After the car started and drove out more than ten meters away, I glanced at the right rearview mirror and unexpectedly found that the slender figure was still standing there, looking into the distance in the direction of the car.
The sun gradually sets, and the warmth fades.
Meng Sheng got off the car in a hurry, without wearing a coat, only a chiffon shirt underneath. Pei Sui frowned unconsciously, until the car was about to turn and he saw her turn around and get in, then his brows relaxed and he withdrew his gaze.
Meng Sheng returned to the third floor and went straight to the office.
bite!
The text message sound rang.
[Ning Weiwei will use Yan Shitong's phone to post photos of you and Pei Sui meeting downstairs in one of the museum's work groups to spread rumors that you are cheating! ]
She was stunned for a moment, and her body froze.
Ning Weiwei took a photo of her and Pei Sui?
Spreading rumors?
Cheating!
She felt a lump in her throat when she read the key point in this string of text.
More than ten minutes later, Qiao Na hurriedly knocked on the office door. Before she could say anything, she pushed the door open and came in, "Sister Meng, look at this."
Meng Sheng's heart tightened, and he immediately guessed what was going on. He looked up from a document of the exhibition catalog and pretended to be confused, "What?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Na had already stretched out the phone in front of her.
When my eyes focused, I saw a slightly familiar photo.
Meng Sheng frowned immediately, and a frost appeared in his eyes.
As expected.
In the photo, Pei Sui's figure was a little blurry, and he seemed to be walking quickly, but the outline of his face could be seen clearly. His hands were slightly open, and perhaps because of the angle, the action seemed more like he was going to hold her in his arms.
The photo was indeed posted using Yan Shitong’s account, and was posted in a group of 36 people.
The name of the group is “Chosen Workers”.
She is not in this group.
Yan Shitong also posted a message below, and her tone was very similar to her usual way of speaking, "Ah, family members, I discovered an incredible secret, my God!"
Two familiar names chimed in: "Oh my god, what's going on? Is this the curator? Then who is this guy? He's so handsome."
"Your secret is too big. I can't bear it."
Meng Sheng didn't scroll down, but looked up at Qiao Na in confusion, "What kind of group is this?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Qiao Na's face. "These are the groups of the two curatorial teams, the display team, the exhibition team, and the administrative department. I was pulled in by Ning Weiwei."
Excluding the cleaning and security departments, the museum actually has only about sixty people in total.
This group includes half of the museum’s staff, and they are from several very important departments that are relatively active in the museum.
There are twenty or thirty unread messages in the lower right corner of the chat box.
Meng Sheng tapped her fingers lightly, and those lines of eye-catching words came into her eyes.
"No way, the curator and Mr. Shang are usually so affectionate."
"But why do I feel that the man in the photo is more handsome than Mr. Shang? Ah, help, where is my secretary? Where is my secretary? I want all his information."
"But I don't think the curator would cheat."
There was another one from Ning Weiwei: "@严诗彤 what are you posting! I know that man, he is a friend of Shengsheng, he is not what you see. Shang Boyu is so good to Shengsheng, how could Shengsheng do something to let Shang Boyu down? She is not that kind of person! You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"
Meng Sheng suddenly laughed.
Before she could label Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei as "cheating" and "mistress", Ning Weiwei pushed her into the vortex of cheating first.
Ning Weiwei's remarks seemed to be a defense for her.
But is it also an affirmation of retreating in order to advance?
She said coldly, "Go and get me the two surveillance cameras in the display corridor, from 4:13 to 4:23. I want to see who filmed it!"
Qiao Na was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll go now."
Meng Sheng closed the document in front of him, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, then stood up and walked out of the office.
When I arrived at the curatorial office, I ran into Yan Shitong, who was carrying a stack of freshly printed documents. She smiled and greeted me, "Director."
Meng Sheng's cold eyes fell on her face neither lightly nor heavily.
Yan Shitong is a recent graduate this year. She is interning at an art museum and has not yet been hired as a full-time employee.
She recruited the girl herself. She is pretty, cheerful, talkative, and outstanding in her profession.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a figure suddenly jumped out and blocked her way.
"Yan Shitong, you've gone too far! How could you post a photo like that in the group to spread rumors and destroy Shengsheng's reputation? How do you want everyone in the museum to view her?!"
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