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

Chapter 268 Wake up
Over the years, he has been accustomed to wandering aimlessly in strange places, like a duckweed, with no sense of belonging, and he is nothing more than a walking zombie.

"Well"

An Yin, who was sleeping soundly, murmured softly. Then, she tilted her head and fell heavily towards Meng Heming's shoulder.

When he reacted, he felt a warm body temperature spreading through his shoulders and throughout his body. This feeling made his originally barren heart very full, as if the little girl on his shoulders was his whole world. Generally, it made him feel a strong feeling in his heart.

Meng Heming turned his head cautiously, fearing to wake her up. Her smart eyes had already closed. Even so, he could not forget the eyes that looked so much like someone's when the little girl opened her eyes.

Perhaps because he was staring at her so intently, Meng Heming didn't realize that his deep eyes were faintly bloodshot.

Across the aisle, sitting on the other side of him was a young couple. After getting on the bus, the girl was hugged tightly by the boy. The two chatted endlessly, and the girl burst into sweet laughter from time to time.

"hehe."

Along with their laughter, the little girl on his shoulder moved slightly, her eyebrows frowning slightly. It was obvious that the sudden laughter affected her sleep.

Meng Heming slowly turned his head and looked at the two people not far away, his eyes were cold, "You two, can you keep your voice down in public places?" His voice was deep, it seemed to be an exhortation, but in fact it was like a warning.

The young men and women were already thin-skinned. After hearing the man's words, they fell silent for an instant.

Calm returned to the car, making people feel much more comfortable.

In a daze, An Yin seemed to be back when she was a child. She had just finished school. After walking out of the classroom with a heavy schoolbag on her back, she saw the classmates beside her running out of the classroom. Her eyes were full of loss. She knew that those classmates had fathers. Mom took turns picking her up, but she was the only one who could only see her mother's figure every time.

She slowly walked out of the school gate, and in her confusion, she seemed to see a tall man, who waved in her direction.

"Daddy's little baby, come here!" Every word he spat out was sonorous and powerful.

From a short distance away, An Yin couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she knew very well that it was her he was calling.

"dad."

"dad."

Without thinking, she ran towards the tall figure with her small body. She was about to run in front of him, but in the blink of an eye he was far away again.

In the dream, she could clearly feel that her father was right in front of her, but her open hands came up empty every time.

"dad."

"fraud."

He murmured intermittently.

And her words were like a sharp battle ax, slashing at the apex of Meng Heming's heart. He and the little girl had just met by chance, but when he heard her calls in his dream, he found that his heart was filled with tears. Colic pain without warning.

Meng Heming didn't know what the little girl had gone through, but he kept calling her father. When he slightly lowered his head and looked at the little girl's frown, he sincerely envied the little girl's father.

The little girl is delicate and soft. As her father, he must take care of her in the palm of his hand and love her very much.

Meng Heming couldn't help but think that when the conductor asked him where to buy the ticket, he had no clue. He would just say the name of a place at random and report it. But this time it was different. The little girl queuing in front of him seemed to have magical powers, and he answered it without thinking. Bought the same ticket.

At this moment, the little girl still rested her head on his shoulder.

Under his thick eyebrows, there is a pair of gloomy eyes. The outline of his face is deep and three-dimensional, revealing the perseverance after being baptized by wind, frost, snow and rain.

"Everyone, at the gas station ahead, please get out of the car and rest for a while. The car needs refueling. If you need to go to the toilet, please go." The driver's voice was loud and clear.

"Oh."

"Ok."

"I just want to go to the toilet."

Soon, the people in the car started to fight. The noise was so loud that An Yin felt her head was dizzy. She opened her hazy eyes and saw an advertisement posted on the front seat.

[To see men’s department, XX Hospital is better! 】

The big words are so impressive that no one can ignore them.

An Yin felt her neck was sore, and she subconsciously rubbed the place she leaned against.

"woke up?"

A deep voice sounded above his head.

An Yin froze. When she raised her head, she met a pair of eyes as cold as a cold pool. What made her even more ashamed was that she found herself leaning on his shoulder.

An Yin jumped away quickly and stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Where the man couldn't see, her cheeks were blushing, but fortunately, they were covered by the mask.

Meng Heming looked at her frightened look, restrained his coldness, and tried his best to appear kind and gentle.

"Don't be afraid." He tried to comfort the frightened her, "I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."

"I'm so sorry." An Yin continued to apologize.

Perhaps because she had just woken up, her long eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of water mist. Every time she blinked, her eyes were like two springs, crystal clear.

"It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart." Meng Heming pursed his lips tightly into a horizontal line, showing a mature and steady look.

An Yin saw that he didn't care, and his tense heart gradually relaxed.

At this time, the driver stopped the car.

Everyone got off the bus in an orderly manner.

Meng Heming looked at the little girl's confused look and explained, "Come on, for the sake of safety, we have to get out of the car." As he spoke, he had already stood up.

"Oh." An Yin was too asleep just now and didn't hear the driver clearly.

She stood up quickly.

Meng Heming was not in a hurry to leave. He stood behind the aisle and took a step back. "You go first."

"Thank you." An Yin raised his head and looked at his tall figure.

Both of them wore masks, one tall and one short, one behind the other, and slowly walked out of the car.

The little girl walked gracefully and had a graceful figure. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and spread over her shoulders. Even though she was wearing a mask, her delicate oval face was still eye-catching.

After getting off the car, An Yin happened to have to go to the bathroom.

When Meng Heming's eyes moved, he saw her following others towards the bathroom, his eyes gradually drifting into the distance.

bathroom.

Both toilets were occupied, so she stood at the sink and waited.

At this time, an elderly man staggered to the bathroom. After looking around, he struggled to hold the cloth bag in his hand.

It happened that the door of a toilet was pushed open at this time. The old man looked at An Yin and saw that she was standing still, with a wrinkled face and said, "You go ahead."

"Grandma, you go ahead, I'll wait."

An Yin's voice has a touch of softness, which is reminiscent of the crisp bird song, gentle and moving.