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

Chapter 221 Old Disease
Shen Jingrou's words made Bo Shaojin raise his thick eyebrows slightly.

How could Bo Shaojin not know what she was worried about?

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Jingrou continued to ask her doubts, "Then, what are you going to do next?"

In fact, what she wanted to ask was: Are you planning to steal your cousin's girlfriend directly?
I was afraid that it would be too ridiculous to ask this question.

Bo Shaojin always heard chirping sounds in his ears. He turned his head with a cold face and his eyes fell on Shen Jingrou, "Are you very free?"

Shen Jingrou felt a chill in her heart.

"I'm just asking." Shen Jingrou's voice became weaker and weaker, showing her guilty conscience.

The spacious ward was filled with a disinfectant smell that filled her nose, making Shen Jingrou feel very uncomfortable.

My daughter has been in poor health since she was a child, and coming to the hospital is a common occurrence, which makes her repulsive to hospitals.

Perhaps thinking about the past, he felt depressed.

She walked to the bedside and looked at An Yin sleeping peacefully, and the sadness on her face became more and more serious.

An Yin, I don’t know whether I’m sad or happy to be targeted by my eldest brother! I hope you can be happy forever in the future, and never be like the girl Bo Xun likes.
"Brother, when An Yin wakes up, tell her that I brought her the gift from Uncle Meng." Shen Jingrou lowered her voice.

The last time she came to the hospital, Gu Qingyun left the two wooden boxes in her car. While she was visiting the hospital, she brought An Yin over.

"You two went to Meng's house?" When Bo Shaojin heard Shen Jingrou's words, his eyes were deep as if he was brewing something.

"Go to 'Jianjia Lane'." Shen Jingrou corrected.

There is a difference between "Mengjia" and "Anzhai".

Everyone in the industry knows that "Anzhai" in "Jianjia Lane" is Meng Heming's real home!
"Yeah." Bo Shaojin snorted lightly.

Shen Jingrou couldn't guess what he was thinking. Did he not want to take An Yin to Meng's house by herself? Or does it have another meaning? Since her eldest brother didn't say anything, she didn't bother to ask.

"Brother, I'm leaving first." Although we all grew up together and the eldest brother was a few years older than her, the calm temperament of an elder still aroused the awe of the people around him.

"Uh."

Another one-word response.

Shen Jingrou took it for granted and walked towards the door.

"Miss Shen!"

Assistant Lin who was waiting at the door nodded.

Shen Jingrou smiled back.

After walking through the corridor and about to turn, Shen Jingrou saw a familiar figure in another corridor.

"Uncle!" Shen Jingrou quickened her pace.

The middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair stopped, turned his head and saw the person approaching, and called, "Miss Shen!"

"Uncle Ma!" Shen Jingrou looked at the middle-aged man and shouted.

Uncle Ma's face that never smiled showed a bit of joy.

Meng Heming, who was sitting in a wheelchair, hid his melancholy expression and looked at the other party, "Since we have met, come and sit in my ward."

"Okay." Shen Jingrou nodded without thinking.

It's not a problem for the three of them to stay in the corridor now, not to mention that Uncle Meng is very quiet. Nurses are always passing by in the corridor. Uncle Meng must not be used to it.

Uncle Ma pushed the wheelchair and the three of them headed towards Meng Heming's ward.

On the way to the ward, Shen Jingrou looked at the man in the wheelchair with a worried face, "When I went to your house a few days ago, my aunt said that you went to H City. It has only been a few days, why are you sick?"

"It's an old illness." Meng Heming lamented.

Shen Jingrou was dumbfounded. She had heard her father mention before that Uncle Meng had suffered a serious injury when he was young. When she asked in detail, her father told her not to be so curious. At that time, Shen Jingrou thought, maybe Meng Uncle's injury must be a hidden disease.

Hearing the other party's vague words at this time, Shen Jingrou did not intend to continue to ask questions, for fear that her suspicion would come true and what would Uncle Meng do if he was embarrassed?
Before Meng Heming finished speaking, several people came to the ward.

This floor is full of special wards, and the people who live here are either rich or noble!
After entering the ward, Uncle Ma did not push Meng Heming to the bedside, but to the window seat, which was equivalent to a small living room with a TV, coffee table, and sofa. It was suitable for meeting guests.

After Uncle Ma pushed the wheelchair against the wall, Meng Heming stood up. After seeing Shen Jingrou on the side, she quickly stepped forward and stretched out her hand nervously to help him.

Before her hands even touched each other, she heard his slightly smiling words, "Girl Shen, I'm not old enough to need help!"

Shen Jingrou quickly retracted her hand, extremely embarrassed, "I'm not afraid that you will fall."

Meng Heming looked helpless, walked to the sofa and sat down, pointed beside him, "Sit!"

Shen Jingrou sat down politely.

"Did you come to the hospital because of Xiao Ai?" Meng Heming asked first.

Mentioning the little guy, a rare calm appeared on his solemn face.

"It's because of my friend," Shen Jingrou continued to explain, "Last time I took my friend to your house. When we returned, we were eating something on the roadside. We happened to encounter a young couple having a fight, and a bowl of soup was splashed on them. The condition of my friend’s eyes was quite serious at that time, so she came to the hospital. I just happened to come to see her today.”

Shen Jingrou recounted what happened.

At this time, Uncle Ma brought two cups of warm water and placed them on the coffee table. Then he washed some fresh fruits and waited until everything was done before stepping aside.

After talking so much, Shen Jingrou became thirsty. She picked up the tea cup and took a sip before putting it down gently.

"Your friend was quite unjust." Meng Heming said bluntly.

"Yes." Thinking of this incident, Shen Jingrou couldn't help but feel aggrieved for An Yin.

But he didn't mean it. With this tone, An Yin could only swallow it in his stomach!
Meng Heming looked at the other person's expression of wanting to rectify the injustice. The coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his voice was a bit ethereal, "Why haven't I heard you mention this new friend before?"

"Yes, she is really nice. I will take you to meet her someday." Shen Jingrou looked impatient.

Meng Heming frowned slightly. In his position, he couldn't be defenseless against people. However, he thought that the other party was just a little girl and it was okay to meet him, so he agreed, "Okay!"

Shen Jingrou was the child he watched grow up, so he naturally loved her. He didn't want those with ulterior motives to take advantage of her in the name of friendship.

After seeing Uncle Meng's promise, Shen Jingrou reached out to pick up a piece of apple from the fruit plate and handed it to Meng Heming, "Uncle, eat first!"

A faint smile finally appeared on Meng Heming's cold face for a long time, "It seems that I must meet your friend." Meng Heming reached out and took the apple.

"Hehe." Shen Jingrou, who had always been dignified and elegant, showed a sly smile.

Only in front of people close to her will she show her true nature.