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

Chapter 271 Be careful
The two of them stood on the side of the road, chatting with each other. There was no trace of impatience on either side's faces, but a sense of complete comfort.

Time passed by them quietly at this moment.

"buzzing"

A vibration came from her pocket.

An Yin lowered her head and took out her mobile phone from her pocket. She turned sideways and walked a few steps away. She found that the call was from Ms. An and quickly answered the call.

"Where are you? Usually you'd be home early at this time."

On the other end of the phone, Ms. An’s voice sounded worried and anxious.

"I've got off the bus, don't worry, I'll be home soon."

"Be careful on the road." An Ying's voice was soft and gentle.

"Know it."

After hearing An Yin's response, Anying hung up the phone.

The person talking to the little girl on the phone must be her relative. After all, the little girl's words showed complete dependence. Meng Heming was calm.

After making the call, An Yin put the phone back into her pocket and stepped forward to pull her suitcase. She looked at him with clear eyes, "Goodbye!"

The word "goodbye" came to his lips and he swallowed it, then changed it to, "Yeah."

An Yin pulled the suitcase and turned to leave.

Meng Heming stood there, watching her cross the road, but saw her standing on the opposite side of the road and paused. Then, she raised her hand and waved gently in his direction.

That means goodbye.

When he reacted, his slender arms were raised high and waved towards her.

On the road, speeding cars passed in front of them.

When he raised his eyes again, the little girl had walked into the alley opposite, and gradually she disappeared completely.

Meng Heming's eyes fell on the area where the little girl disappeared. As far as he could see, there were jagged and dilapidated buildings that looked like old-fashioned buildings from a long time ago.

But where he stood were newly built high-rise buildings.

Meng Heming lowered his eyes, a feeling of sadness spread from his heart, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away. He took steps and walked aimlessly along the winding path, with no emotion on his face.

Old-fashioned building, downstairs in the community.

Anying paced back and forth against the cold wind, looking up at the muddy path from time to time.

On her pretty face, the tip of her nose was red from the cold. Despite this, she still frequently looked towards the place where An Yin would appear.

"mom!"

When Anying lowered her eyes, her daughter's shouts of joy were heard in the distance. An Ying's eyes lit up and she walked towards her daughter.

"Let me take it." After An Ying finished speaking, she was about to take the suitcase from her daughter's hand.

"No, I can lift it." An Yin looked like he would defend the suitcase to the death.

Seeing this, An Ying knew that her daughter felt sorry for her, so she didn't force herself.

"Slow down." An Ying looked at her daughter's thin body carrying a big suitcase with worry on her face.

"I'm not a child." An Yin murmured.

When they reached the fourth floor, An Yin was out of breath and was about to put down her suitcase and rest for a while. Seeing this, An Ying directly held the lever.

"I'll take care of the remaining two floors." An Ying's tone was unusually strong.

"I'll bring it up after a while." An Yin didn't want to let go.

"Don't make mom angry." An Ying's voice was very soft. Even though she was angry, her mood didn't fluctuate much.

But An Yin knows that despite Ms. An's good temper, it's hard to calm down when she gets angry!

"Okay." An Yin finally let go. An Ying climbed up step by step with her suitcase, while An Yin looked back from time to time.

Ever since Ms. An got seriously ill, An Yin has been very sensitive to Ms. An's physical condition.

After returning home, An Yin collapsed directly on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling with a pair of big eyes, blinking.

The man I met just now suddenly came to mind!

"Why are you so stunned?" The first thing An Ying did when she saw her daughter come home was to lie down. She just thought she was tired. After all, she had dragged her suitcase for a long distance.

"Mom, I met a very handsome middle-aged guy today." An Yin thought of the man's stern face and said with a smile.

"You kid." An Ying pushed the suitcase to the corner and muttered, obviously not taking her words to heart, "Take off the mask first."

"No."

After hearing what Ms. An said, An Yin made a decisive decision.

An Ying frowned, her eyes focused on her daughter's face, "Did you catch a cold?" As she spoke, her nervous heart rose to her throat.

An Yin knew that she couldn't hide it from the other party, so she turned around, avoiding the other party's eager gaze, and said dullly, "It's just a runny nose, and I don't have a fever." At the end of the sentence, there was almost no sound.

An Ying stepped forward, stretched out her hand and touched An Yin's forehead. After finding that there was indeed no fever, she felt relieved and said, "Let's take a hot bath first. I'm sweating quickly after running around on the road."

Faced with Ms. An's words, An Yin did not dare to resist. She stood up slowly and was about to go to the bedroom when she was pushed towards the bathroom by An Ying.

"I'll get you some clothes."

"Okay." An Yin said helplessly.

Every time she has a minor health condition, Ms. An becomes nervous, and An Yin has become accustomed to it.

After seeing her going to the bathroom, Anying went to Anyin's bedroom to ask her to dress, and then went to the kitchen to work.

An Yin came out of the bathroom and smelled a choking smell.

"Go lie down on the bed."

An Ying's voice came from the kitchen.

An Yin felt that Ms. An must have eyes on her back. She was in the kitchen, and people noticed her immediately when she came out of the bathroom.

"Oh." An Yin was obedient.

Not long after she lay down, An Ying walked in with steaming ginger soup and brown sugar water.

"Here, drink it while it's hot."

Anying held it carefully and finally placed it on the bedside table.

An Yin lay on the pillow. When she smelled the smell just now, she guessed that Ms. An was cooking this bowl of food.

"I know." An Yin squirmed and moved to the bedside table.

Anying handed the white spoon to An Yin's hand.

An Yin scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and took a sip. The tip of her tongue suddenly felt hot, making her tremble.

"Be careful. If you blow it a few more times, it won't get hot."

There was a hint of reproach in An Ying's words, but her face was filled with distress.

"Mom, I want to drink it later." An Yin put down the spoon, his voice was soft and waxy, as if he was coquettish.

"Give me the spoon."

An Yin obediently handed over the spoon.

Next, An Ying sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up spoonfuls one by one, put it to her mouth and blew gently.

An Yin lay sideways on the pillow, her bright eyes staring at the other person without blinking. The scene in front of her had been played countless times when she was a child.

Ms. An's love for herself has always been silent.