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

Chapter 318 Aunt An
Seeing An Ying's silence, Aunt Chen said angrily, "Why don't you just lie down and recuperate? Stop meddling in other people's business."

"You" An Ying was so excited that she wanted to retort, but the pain in her body made her take a breath.

"Who are you? Why are you talking to my mother like this?" After An Yin ran into the ward, he passed by the two beds without seeing his mother. Until he reached the farthest side, he heard a woman pointing fingers at her mother. Yes, the tone is not good.

Before An Yin finished speaking, a tall and strong figure stood behind her.

When Aunt Chen heard someone refute her, she turned around and saw a young girl. With just one glance, Aunt Chen deduced from her appearance that she was Anying's daughter.

"Did I say something wrong?" Aunt Chen scratched her neck and wanted to say something even harsher. But when she saw the man behind the little girl, she swallowed hard and her momentum was obviously weakened.

When An Yin saw Ms. An lying on the hospital bed, she had no intention of arguing with the woman. If it weren't for the man's strong hand on her waist, she might have lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Mom, mom." An Yin murmured and slowly walked towards An Ying's bed.

After Aunt Chen looked back and forth at the two people who suddenly broke in, she hummed a few times and walked out with her mobile phone.

As for the previous patient who shouted to turn down his voice, he no longer dared to hum after meeting the rogue Aunt Chen.

"Silly boy, don't cry." An Ying's voice coaxed helplessly.

When she saw her daughter, An Ying was shocked for only a second before she returned to her usual calmness. Originally, she thought she could hide her daughter for a day.

"Woo." An Yin reached out and covered her mouth tightly, and suppressed cries overflowed from her mouth from time to time.

Anying knew her daughter's temperament was sensitive, so she didn't say much and let her cry for a while.

The next second, An Ying's bright eyes looked behind her daughter. From the moment the man appeared in this narrow space, An Ying noticed his presence, especially when one of his hands was still on her daughter's waist.

"Hello Aunt An, my name is Bo Shaojin."

The man was wearing a well-tailored suit, which made him tall and straight, with sharp lines, and his handsome and extraordinary face really made people's eyes shine.

The man spoke with an innate domineering air. Not far away, An Ying could see the dignified aura wrapped around the man's body from the other man's expression.

"Hello."

Compared to the other party's affectionate address, An Ying replied with two words that were a little stiff.

There were many people talking in the ward, and even though there was a curtain blocking the way, everyone could hear what each other said.

An Ying also had a lot of questions at the moment, but due to the environment, she finally didn't ask.

An Yin wiped away the tears on her face, cried out of breath, and spat out intermittently, "Mom, what, what, what happened to you?" An Yin suppressed her sobs.

When Bo Shaojin saw the little girl's mood swings, a look of awe appeared in his eyes, worried that she would faint again.

The little girl is weak and cannot bear stimulation!

An Ying raised her eyes and felt sad when she saw the man's sharp cold eyes following her daughter.

The love in his eyes was unabashed, straightforward and hot. Seeing this scene, An Ying looked sad.

An Ying cast her eyes on her daughter. Seeing her eyes that were swollen from crying, she sighed softly, "Okay, don't cry. You are such a grown-up, and you are not afraid of others laughing at you." An Ying avoided the topic of her daughter. .

After An Yin listened, she pursed her lips, sniffed, and finally stopped sobbing.

"Are you in pain?" An Yin reached out to touch her, but saw that her mother's hands and feet were covered with heavy plaster, and even her forehead was wrapped with gauze. Her hands were frozen in mid-air, and she just felt Extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just scary to look at. It doesn't hurt anymore." A slight smile appeared on An Ying's lips.

An Yin didn't believe it.

"Mom, you haven't told me why you were hurt?" An Yin asked reluctantly. An Ying's eyes drifted from the man behind her daughter, with a hint of embarrassment on her face, "I'll tell you slowly when I get home."

Obviously, she didn't want Bo Shaojin to know about her injury.

"I" An Yin was too curious and didn't notice that Anying didn't want to talk more at the moment. When he was about to ask more questions, he was interrupted by the man.

"Aunt An needs to rest now. Let's ask again when Aunt An is better." Bo Shaojin's cold voice came from behind.

An Yin suddenly turned around and stared at the man's stern face.

She was only focused on crying just now, and almost forgot that the man was always with her, and when Ms. An saw him.
An Yin froze, lowered his head shyly, and felt a warm breath coming from his waist.

Lowering his head, he saw the man's slender hands attached to his waist.

"boom"

An Yin felt a roar in her head, as if a drum was beating, which made her completely confused.

The next second, she whispered, "Your hands", and after saying that, she hurriedly brushed him away with both hands.

The little girl's voice is delicate and soft, but to the ears of others who don't know the truth, it sounds like a shy expression.

An Ying took in her daughter's little moves.

Bo Shaojin knew that An Yin was timid, not to mention he didn't want to look down on his daughter in front of his elders, so he quickly retracted his hand.

After seeing the man's hand move away, An Yin lowered his head. When he turned his head, he no longer dared to look at Ms. An's eyes, showing a cowardly look as if he had done something wrong.

Her daughter was thin-skinned, so An Ying didn't say anything at this time, although she was quite curious about their relationship.

When the atmosphere was awkward, a sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Bed 65, your takeaway has arrived."

Outside the ward, the delivery boy's loud voice sounded.

As he shouted, he heard a voice on the other side of the curtain, "Mine."

Then there was the sound of footsteps.

Bo Shaojin found a hard stool on the other side of the hospital bed, strode over, took it and put it at the little girl's feet, "Sit down."

An Yin was struggling with how to introduce him to Ms. An, when he thoughtfully moved the bench under her feet. For a moment, she could neither sit nor stand.

"Sit down."

An Ying looked at her daughter's awkward look and said softly.

An Yin sat down awkwardly.

At this time, a strong smell floated in the room.

When An Yin smelled it, he knew it was the smell of snail noodles.

An Ying frowned on the hospital bed. During her stay in the hospital, she had become accustomed to this taste. The family members who stayed with her in bed often ate a bowl of snail noodles.

Compared to everyone's calm expressions, Bo Shaojin's expression was much more sinister.

There are many people in the ward, and the air is not circulated. At this moment, there are still people eating smelly food openly.

An imperceptible gloom flashed through Bo Shaojin's dark eyes.