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

Chapter 267 Father and daughter first meet
"Boss, I'll buy two meat buns, two red bean buns, and a cup of soy milk." An Yin looked at the steaming steamer.

"Okay, wait a moment." The boss, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, pretended to be quick and quick, "Twelve yuan."

"Thank you." An Yin took it and scanned the QR code to pay.

She turned around and headed to her suitcase. When she got closer, she found a tall man standing behind the suitcase.

An Yin slowly stepped forward and stood in front of the suitcase. Fearing that the man behind her would misunderstand, she emphasized, "This is my suitcase. I didn't jump in line."

Her voice was timid, and her sparkling eyes were particularly bright when she spoke.

"Yeah." The man uttered a word lightly. His eyes passed over the little girl's face. When he saw that she was also wearing a mask, he looked away.

An Yin stood back at her seat and moved her suitcase aside. The number of people in line gradually decreased. She dragged her suitcase and walked forward slowly. She counted and saw that there were more than a dozen people buying tickets in front of her. In this time, she can eat her breakfast.

An Yin took off his mask, lowered his head, and ate breakfast in small bites.

The hall was full of people and seemed extremely noisy.

Meng Heming stood tall and straight, wearing a black mask on his face, covering his handsome and handsome face.

There was a faint smell of meat between his nostrils. He looked coldly at the little girl in front of him. She was lowering her head. He thought of the breakfast she had just held in her hand and deduced that the little girl was eating.

The air conditioner is on indoors, and it feels stuffy after staying there for a long time.

He was wearing a black overcoat, which made his lines sharp and sharp, and he just stood quietly, giving off a dignified, cold and arrogant aura. Those who were passing by were stunned when they accidentally saw him. Can't help but take a few more glances.

Seeing that it was almost his turn, An Yin quickly took a few sips of the soy milk and finally finished it all.

Throwing the plastic bag into the trash can, when it was her turn, An Yin took out her ID card and reported the name of the place she was going to.

After buying the ticket, she dragged her luggage into the station and took the train.

"Next person!"

Following the clear voice of the ticket sales girl, Meng Heming stepped forward on his custom-made leather shoes.

"Where did you buy the tickets?" The ticket collector looked at me inquiringly.

"Same as the little girl just now." Meng Heming's voice was clear.

The ticket sales girl was stunned. The man in front of her looked very handsome, but he was definitely not a stalker. "Please tell me the name of the place."

Meng Heming indeed reported the same place name as An Yin.

The two of them were not far apart just now, and the little girl's delicate and soft voice floated into his ears word by word.

"ID card."

Meng Heming took it out and handed it into her hand.

Soon, he entered the station with the ticket.

After finding the car he wanted to take, he got into the car and started looking for a seat.

The front was already full of people, so he had no choice but to walk toward the back. When he was nearing the end, he saw an empty seat and stepped forward to sit down.

When he turned around, he found the little girl sitting next to him.

Before he could take a closer look, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took the phone and put it to his ear.

"Sir, did you run out alone again?" Uncle Ma's tone was a little anxious.

"No problem." Meng Heming lowered his cold eyes.

"But your body hasn't recovered yet, I'm worried." Uncle Ma was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I know my body well." Meng Heming lowered his head and answered unhurriedly.

"But the doctor has told you that you are not suitable for traveling long distances in the near future."

Uncle Ma still wanted to persuade him, but the call was hung up mercilessly.

Meng Heming would ride alone to a strange place every year, looking for someone without any interference. He knew very well that the chance of meeting the person was very slim, but as long as there was a slight chance, he would not let it go.

What if we happen to meet him in the vast sea of ​​people?
At this time, the ticket inspection started in the car, and an aunt came to him. Meng Heming waved the ticket in his hand.

An Yin lowered his head and was playing with his mobile phone. He didn't see the person checking the tickets.

"Little girl, take out your ticket and take a look." The aunt said in a loud voice, and everyone in the car heard it in an instant.

An Yin raised his head belatedly, his cheeks instantly turning red.

"Here." She handed it to her aunt.

After checking the tickets, An Yin took back his ticket and put it in his pocket.

The car door opened, cold air rushed in, and the temperature in the room was very low. An Yin shook his body.

When she looked up inadvertently, she saw the man beside her.

Hey, is it him?

The man who was standing behind me just now?
When she raised her head, Meng Heming met her blank gaze. The little girl was wearing a pink mask, and her eyelids, which were like autumn water, seemed to be able to speak and were very flexible.

Suddenly, a sense of familiarity came over him. Meng Heming looked at him blankly, his eyes far away, as if he was looking for something through her.

An Yin noticed that the man was staring at her and immediately turned her head, her expression becoming a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, I scared you." Meng Heming's insight was amazing, and he naturally saw through the little girl's wary eyes, "I just thought your eyes looked a bit like my lover, so I took a second look."

As he spoke, his face showed unspeakable regret and sorrow.

After listening to what he said, An Yin put aside the strange feeling in her heart and replied weakly, "Oh."

An Yin looked at the man cautiously and saw that he was sitting upright, looking forward, and asked in a low voice, "You and your lover must be very happy."

The reason An Yin said this was because when he uttered the word "lover" just now, the love flowing out of his eyes was so obvious that it was difficult to ignore.

Meng Heming turned his head again and unexpectedly met the little girl's eyes. The two were not far apart. He saw the curiosity in the little girl's eyes, "With your good words, we will definitely be happy."

After listening to what he said, An Yin felt awkward, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Soon, the car started.

An Yin took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and clicked on Ms. An's chat dialog box.

An Yin: [Mom, I'm already in the car. 】

After sending the message, she stuffed her phone into her pocket.

As the car drove smoothly, An Yin gradually fell asleep. Perhaps because of a cold, she leaned on the back chair for a while and fell asleep soundly.

Meng Heming habitually looked out the car window, but the little girl was sitting by the window. When he leaned out the window, he also caught his sight with the little girl sleeping with her head tilted.

The little girl in her sleep looked cute and cute. The skin on her forehead was as shiny as snow, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Maybe she had a nightmare.

Most of her face is covered by the mask. Even so, it is not difficult to imagine that she must be very beautiful. After all, she has the same beautiful eyes as someone else. How can her appearance be bad? Meng Heming lowered his eyes, a trace of loneliness flashed across his face.