When leaving the Pei family, Meng Sheng took nothing but the Chanel-style dress she wore yesterday and the dress she borrowed from Pei Huan yesterday. She did not take any of the clothes that the old lady had sent to her last night.
The eight gift boxes that the old lady prepared for her contained high-end luxury silk scarves and bags, as well as a jade bracelet and an agate necklace.
The price is obviously expensive.
The remaining few items are precious medicinal herbs, most likely given to Meng Chengli who is still in hospital for treatment and recuperation.
These gifts are comprehensive.
But isn’t the standard a bit too high?
Meng Sheng felt it was a little hot when he held it.
Open the two red silk envelopes again, and there is 10,001 yuan in each.
One in a million.
This means that the man's family is very satisfied with her.
As for the red envelope given by Pei Meng, the number was very auspicious - 8888.
There's nothing particularly special about it, and there's a hint of casualness and perfunctoriness in the sincerity.
Meng Sheng didn't care whether it was just a face-saving move or not.
It was noon when we returned to the south of the city.
She and Pei Sui had dinner outside, and in the afternoon Meng Sheng drove to the art museum and held a simple meeting for all staff.
I mentioned that someone was wandering outside the art museum last night, so that everyone would be on guard.
Starting from Qiu Yi's painting exhibition, Yisheng Art Museum has become very popular in Beijing, as the saying goes, a tall tree attracts the wind.
Apart from Ning Weiwei, who was staring at Meng Sheng and the art museum like a rat in a gutter, there were also people who were jealous and envious of their art museum.
After hearing this, everyone's mood became a little solemn.
After saying this, Meng Sheng didn't waste any time and adjourned the meeting directly.
Around three in the afternoon, Pei Sui sent her a WeChat message saying that the person he had commissioned last night had sent her all the surveillance footage near the art museum. He asked her if she was busy now or if she should wait until she got home in the evening to take a look.
Monitoring the entire seven-day operation is no small undertaking. If one person does it alone, it will not only strain the eyes but also be very slow.
If you ask someone to help you look, and they are not familiar with Ning Weiwei, they may not be able to recognize her even if they see her.
Ning Weiwei was now like a thorn in her throat.
She couldn't feel at ease unless she pulled it out or found it.
If Ning Weiwei really spent a lot of time to scout this place, she would not give up easily because of what happened yesterday.
She didn't have much to do today, as Joanna and Minister Zhou had already shared most of the work.
After signing the remaining documents, Meng Sheng called Qiao Na, said a few words to her, then took his bag and car keys and left the office.
It was already four o'clock when we drove to Suixing Law Firm.
She doesn't come to the law firm very often. The last time she came was last year, when she stepped into the law firm as a client.
It seemed that they went to the west of the city together to test the ingredients of the milk tea that Ning Weiwei bought for her.
The girl at the reception was still the same one who greeted her the first time she came to the law firm.
The girl at the front desk had a pair of smiling eyes. When I saw her, I was stunned for a moment, as if she looked familiar but couldn't remember where I had seen her.
When Meng Sheng came closer, she exclaimed, "Miss Meng?!"
"Hello, we meet again." Meng Sheng smiled at her.
The girl nodded immediately and then said, "Director Pei is in the office."
Meng Sheng nodded, "Okay, thank you."
She went straight to Pei Sui's office on the fifth floor and knocked lightly on the door with her index finger. A faint voice of "Come in" came from inside.
She turned the doorknob and went in. Pei Sui looked up from the computer and said, "I'm here."
"Um."
Meng Sheng put down his bag and walked over to him. Seeing the computer playing the surveillance footage near the art museum, he asked, "How's it going? Did you find anything?"
Pei Sui stood up and pulled a stool over, letting her sit on the comfortable and soft office chair.
"Not at the moment. Want something to drink?"
"Need not."
The two of them stopped talking, their attention focused on the two computers in front of them.
After staring at the computer for more than an hour, Meng Sheng felt that his eyes were almost blinded. Only two days ago, at around 7:30 in the evening, he saw a figure that looked like Ning Weiwei near the main entrance of the art museum.
Pei Sui pressed the intercom number and asked Nie Han to bring in a glass of juice.
After hanging up the phone, he took Meng Sheng's hand, walked to the sofa and sat down, gently rubbing her forehead.
He whispered, "Take a break. Staring at the computer so intently will hurt your eyes. I'll go over the rest to see if there's anything I missed."
Meng Sheng nodded.
Soon, Nie Han came in with a glass of juice, greeted Meng Sheng, and left without staying for long.
Later, Pei Sui spent about an hour going through all the surveillance videos.
In the middle of the conversation, Meng Sheng walked over to him and wanted to move the office chair out for her to sit on, but she held him down.
"Don't move, it's too much trouble. There are stools nearby."
Pei Sui didn't force her and stared at the computer for about ten minutes. Seeing that she was still standing beside him with her back bent, he simply stretched his legs to the side.
He patted his leg, "Sit and watch."
“…”
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment, looked down at his legs and blinked.
The legs wrapped in suit pants are slender and well-proportioned, without a trace of excess fat.
Because I exercise regularly, I have a vague sense of strength.
She had deeply understood this feeling last night.
Just as a few images that needed to be blurred emerged in her mind, she shuddered all over and her ears turned red as if they were burned by fire.
If someone came into the office and saw her sitting on his lap, thinking about that scene, she touched her nose awkwardly and simply straightened up.
"Forget it, just watch it. I won't watch it anymore."
She waved her hand, touched her neck uncomfortably, and was about to turn around and sit back on the sofa, asking the private detective on her phone if he had found any trace of Ning Weiwei.
But before she could take a step, her arm was suddenly grabbed. She was startled and had no time to react. She lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting firmly on that strong and steady leg.
An arm passed through her waist and tightly wrapped around her slender waist.
Meng Sheng's back stiffened, and he turned back to meet his gaze. "What are you doing?"
Pei Sui seemed to be able to read her mind and knew what she was thinking. "Except for Nie Han, no one can easily enter my office. No one will see us. It doesn't matter if they see us. I'm your boyfriend, not your lover. I'm not afraid of being seen."
“…”
Meng Sheng was speechless for the entire time.
His voice was as cold as ever, especially the last sentence, which he said with such ease.
It seems to be just a very common truth.
His attitude was still so frank and natural. The hand around her waist did not loosen its grip at all, but instead held her tighter and tighter, and his chest was pressed against her back.
He used his other hand to touch the mouse, and seriously shifted his gaze, keeping his eyes on the computer screen.
He whispered, "Just look at it like this."
Meng Sheng was speechless, but she didn't move. She just sat there and let him hold her.
But it didn't last too long, only about six or seven minutes, when her cell phone on the sofa suddenly rang.
She struggled to get up, and Pei Sui didn't stop her and let go of her hand.
The private detective called and told Meng Sheng about the follow-up of Ning Weiwei.
Said he hadn't found the person yet.
It's as if he suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.
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