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

Chapter 270 Good Retribution
"It's the bus I want to take." The old man suddenly became excited and rushed forward, looking for the bus stop sign.

Meng Heming was holding something in his hand, looking at the old man's trembling body, and said hurriedly, "Be careful."

All the old woman's thoughts were focused on catching the bus, and she turned a deaf ear to the instructions of the man behind her. She even forgot to bring back her bag.

Fortunately, the bus stop was not far away. When they arrived, the car stopped just in time. Everyone got on the bus in an orderly manner. Meng Heming looked at the old man's hunched back and finally followed the bus.

As the last one to get on the bus, he headed straight inside.

When the driver saw this, he reminded him gently, "Sir, you haven't put in the coin yet."

Meng Heming was tall, wearing formal clothes, and looked like he was worth a lot of money. After the driver finished speaking, most of the people in the car looked at him.

The old man walking in front was a little deaf and didn't pay attention to what was going on behind her. She staggered to the middle seat, and a young-looking guy quickly gave up a seat to her.

After Meng Heming heard the driver's words, he frowned and asked, "How much?"

The driver looked at the handsome man in front of him. He was clearly just standing there, but he gave off a naturally intimidating aura, as if he was born to be a king, someone to look up to.

"Two yuan." The driver was stunned and replied.

Hearing this, Meng Heming took out a black wallet from the inside of his pocket and took out a hundred yuan, "Where to put it?"

"Don't you have any change?" the driver asked when he saw the money in his hand.

"No."

"Then you can scan the code." The driver suggested.

"How do I scan the code?" Meng Heming's cold face showed a bit of confusion.
He has never used the software in his hand to make purchases. He has been wandering around for so many years and is accustomed to using cash.

If it weren't for the serious look on the man's face, the driver would have thought that the man in front of him was playing tricks on him. He was impatient and was about to speak when a soft and crisp sound came from the rear end.

"I'll clean it."

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a slender little girl walking through the crowd, coming to the car, scanning the car with her mobile phone, and paying two yuan.

"Okay, someone has already paid for you." After the driver finished speaking, he started the car.

After An Yin finished paying, he looked at the man opposite him with crooked eyebrows.

Their eyes met, Meng Heming's deep black eyes fell on the little girl, "We meet again."

"Yeah." An Yin blinked his eyes as bright as stars.

It was him, the man he met on the bus just now. Although he had taken off his mask, An Yin still recognized him at a glance.

She took a few steps back and grabbed the armrest.

Meng Heming also walked to the middle position and stopped beside her.

At this time, the old man on the side looked at the bag in Meng Heming's hand, and suddenly realized, "I almost forgot to take the bag, thank you." After the old man finished speaking, his eyes looked back and forth between the man and the little girl, and he suddenly felt that the father and daughter The two eyebrows are so similar, they are exactly the same.

"You're welcome." As Meng Heming spoke, he handed the things into the old man's hands.

It just so happened that they were located very close to the old man.

Seeing that the old man kept staring at him, Meng Heming asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

The old man smiled and said, "You are so lucky." He sighed to himself for giving birth to such a beautiful little girl.

Meng Heming thought that the old man was talking nonsense again, so he said a perfunctory "hmm" with a calm face.

When we arrived at the next stop, another group of people came in, making it slightly crowded.

An Yin's suitcase was at her feet, holding the lever tightly with one hand to prevent the suitcase from sliding away and hitting others.

Meng Heming's eyes would always fall on her involuntarily. Seeing the people around him walking towards the little girl, he moved his steps and trapped the little girl next to the seat with his tall figure. An Yin's nose was filled with the scent of pine. The timid girl was not afraid of his approach, but felt at ease inside.

The two of them were silent all the way.

When the voice announcement in the car sounded early, An Yin looked up at the man and said, "I'm here."

Before she finished speaking, the two car doors opened at the same time.

An Yin was carrying a heavy luggage. When she was about to leave, she was pushed aside by the restless young man. In order to balance her body, she subconsciously grabbed the armrests with both hands. The suitcase originally held in her hands fell towards Meng Heming.
The next second, he quickly raised it with quick eyes and hands.

The young man who bumped into An Yin looked back and met a pair of sinister eyes. The young man was so frightened that he quickly looked away and fled out quickly.

Meng Heming watched the young man walking further and further away, hiding his displeasure, and looked at the thin and frail little girl in front of him, "Let's go, I'll help you carry your luggage."

"You want to get off the car too?" An Yin looked at him in surprise.

"Ah."

An Yin walked in front, and Meng Heming followed closely behind with his suitcase. Although the little girl was wearing a mask, everyone present was attracted by their outstanding temperament the moment they saw them.

Until they got out of the car, the old man was still looking at them through the car window, and couldn't help but mutter, "Father and daughter are both good people. Good people must be rewarded!" She has a very accurate eye for people.

On the sidewalk, beside the grass.

Meng Heming stood quietly with his suitcase in hand.

When An Yin looked up, his eyes were blank, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

The little girl had clear eyes and was looking at herself carefully. Meng Heming asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

An Yin did not avoid looking away because of his words, and said honestly and nonchalantly, "I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

If a young man and woman said these words, the other party would be a little wary and think that the other party was chatting with them.

But these words came out of the little girl's mouth, and her pure and clear eyes were full of innocence. Meng Heming has been in the shopping mall for many years, and a mere little girl is still sure to see through it.

"I also have this feeling."

Meng Heming's expression was dark and unclear, making it impossible to tell whether the words were true or false.

After An Yin heard what he said, he smiled slightly and made a sweet sound like a silver bell.

"hehe."

She clearly meant what she said, but he seemed to think she was joking.

An Yin didn't expect him to be so humorous.

"Thank you for carrying my luggage."

"You paid for the bus ride for me." As Meng Heming spoke, he put the suitcase next to her hand.

An Yin thought of him taking the bus, and the smile on his face deepened, "Is this your first time taking the bus?"

"Yeah." Meng Heming said solemnly.

"Next time you should take a taxi."

"why?"

"You look like someone other than the world," An Yin muttered after considering it for a moment, "a rich man."

Meng Heming's eyes were like deep lake water, mysterious and gloomy.