Sweet and sweet! Mr. Bo is paranoid and hard to control.

"Actually, it's not a very serious matter." An Ying caught a glimpse of her daughter's serious posture, pretended to be relaxed, and then told what happened to her.

"On Monday, I came back from the bookstore as usual. When I walked downstairs, the road was a bit dark. I didn't see clearly that there was a drunk man on the roadside. By the time I realized it, he had already staggered towards me. Pull me towards the corner."

When An Yin heard this, she clenched her fists and asked anxiously, "What next?"

An Ying lowered her eyes, omitted some of the process, and tried to narrate in a calm tone, "Fortunately, the neighbors in our community are very enthusiastic. I only shouted a few times, and someone rushed over. Then I called the police. That The drunk man was also taken away, and my mother was fine. It was just that during the tug-of-war, my foot hit the corner of the wall and scratched my skin a little."

A thrilling scene was told by An Ying in a few words. In fact, An Ying knew that her daughter was the most timid, but she really didn't want her to worry!
"Is there really no other injuries?" An Yin lifted her mother's arm and looked carefully.

"No." An Ying was amused by her daughter's behavior and pushed her daughter, "Have you had dinner?"

An Yin shook his head.

"Then I'll go get you something to eat."

Anying was about to get up when An Yin pinned her down on the sofa.

"I'll do it myself." After An Yin finished speaking, he walked towards the kitchen.

An Ying stared at her daughter's back and made a suggestion, "There are dumplings I made yesterday in the refrigerator. You can also order some dumplings." When she said this, An Ying was really worried about her daughter staying alone in the kitchen, and slowly walked toward her. Move towards the kitchen.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my daughter squatting on the floor and taking out a box of dumplings.

An Yin raised her head and looked at Ms. An, her delicate face full of dissatisfaction, "Why are you getting up again?"

"It's okay, it's just a few steps away." An Ying took the dumplings from her daughter's hand and said in a doting tone, "Every time you eat the dumplings, the skins break and the meat falls into the soup and turns into a pot of porridge. It's up to me. !”

An Yin was frustrated and lost his temper after being rebuffed. After all, what Ms. An said was true.

"Then let me help you?" An Yin took a step back and watched Ms. An limping to cook the dumplings.

In the kitchen, An Ying was cleaning the pot skillfully. It took a minute or two to boil the water. An Ying turned her head and her eyes fell on her daughter, "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back?"

"I didn't want to give you a surprise, I didn't know I was frightened by you." An Yin muttered.

"You kid." After listening to her daughter's words, An Ying raised her eyes with a smile on her face. Even the gloom in her heart was swept away with her daughter's arrival.

The dumplings were cooked quickly. An Yin placed two small bowls of soup dumplings on the dining table in the hall, and then helped An Ying sit down.

There weren't many dumplings in Anying's bowl, but she couldn't bear to eat her daughter alone, so she ate some with her. In fact, she had already had some porridge for dinner.

An Yin ate the hot dumplings and took a bite. The taste of meat and onions filled her mouth and her lips and teeth were fragrant. She couldn't help but cursed in her heart: The dumplings made by her mother were the most delicious! An Ying ate very slowly, and her daughter's face looked full of satisfaction. At this moment, An Ying noticed the clothes on her daughter's body, and her eyes couldn't help showing a bit of worry, "You are afraid of the cold, remember Wear more clothes every day to avoid catching a cold.”

"Yeah." An Yin nodded perfunctorily.

An Ying saw that her daughter looked like a greedy cat, her cheeks were slightly bulging because of the food in her mouth, and she looked very naive.

After the two of them finished eating, An Yin took the initiative to wash the dishes, and An Ying didn't stop him.

That night, An Yin hugged the pillow and came to Ms. An's bedroom.

Their home is very small, with two bedrooms and one living room. The two bedrooms are next to each other. An Ying's room is smaller in area. Apart from a bed and a wardrobe, there are basically no furnishings in the room. From the moment you enter the door, the overall environment is clear at a glance!
An Ying was not sleepy, she was holding a newspaper in her hand and was fascinated by it.

An Ying didn't realize that the bedroom door was pushed open by her daughter, but An Yin still shouted, "Mom, I want to sleep with you," before An Ying looked up.

An Yin noticed that Ms. An seemed to have a lingering look in her eyes as she stared at the newspaper just now. Maybe she had seen it wrong, An Yin thought to herself.

"Come here!" Anying quickly placed the newspaper in her hand on the bedside table and stretched out her hand to call her daughter over. If An Yin hadn't always been confused, she might have been able to tell that Ms. An's expression at the moment seemed to be hiding something.

An Yin stepped forward with a poop.

An Ying had already lifted up a thin quilt. After An Yin put down the pillow, she lay down next to her mother naturally, tilted her head and asked, "What news are you reading? You were so fascinated that you didn't even notice that I came in."

"Just take a look." An Ying glanced at the newspaper with her peripheral vision, and saw that the man on the cover was particularly prominent. She was thinking about turning the newspaper over.

Anying was about to reach out to get the newspaper, but someone beat her to it. Anying felt that her heart was in her throat and her mind went blank.

An Yin's silver bell-like laughter overflowed from his mouth. He was holding the newspaper in his hand. After browsing quickly from left to right, his eyes stopped on the big words on the cover, and he murmured, "Financial newspaper, Mom, when did you become interested in finance?"

As An Yin spoke, her piercing eyes fell on the man in a suit and leather shoes on the cover. For some reason, it was the first time she saw this man, but an inexplicable emotion arose in An Yin's heart, causing her eyes to be involuntarily drawn to her. The man's cold and proud figure attracted her, and her eyelashes kept fluttering, looking very immersed in him.

On the front page of the newspaper, a man wearing a black suit sat with a serious expression. There was a complex emotion in his eyes, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking. The newspaper indicated that the man was in his forties. , but looking at his energetic appearance, An Yin believed that he was only in his thirties. On the cover, the man looked handsome. Looking at the man's appearance, An Yin thought of four words, " Gentle and elegant”.

Anying was about to reach out and grab the newspaper. When she saw her daughter staring blankly at the man on the newspaper, Anying's hand froze in mid-air and retracted her hand. A hint of sadness flashed across her soft face, and she turned her head towards the other side. He turned around to prevent his daughter from noticing anything strange.

"Have you finished reading?" An Ying felt guilty and took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Yeah." An Yin nodded and was attracted by the big characters next to the man, which read "Meng's family." An Yin was about to read the small characters below: Meng He
"Reading newspapers at night hurts your eyes." An Ying took the newspaper from her daughter's hand and put it directly into the drawer next to her.