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

Chapter 341 Familiarity
An Yin rushed to the bus stop. It was early in the morning and most of the people taking the bus were elderly people.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes in the cold wind, the bus finally arrived.

There were elderly people in their sixties all around her, so An Yin consciously walked at the end and only got on after everyone else had gotten on.

The air conditioner was on in the car. After getting in, I heard the coughing of the elderly people. An Yin walked to the back end and raised his hand to grab the handrail.

The driver was not driving fast, and after a while of swaying, An Yin finally arrived at the bus station.

As the New Year was approaching, the station was crowded with people.

An Yin lined up obediently, and nearly half an hour later she bought the ticket.

After entering the station and finding the bus she was going to take, An Yin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly climbed up behind everyone else.

After getting on the bus and looking around, An Yin discovered that the front seat was already full of people, so she could only walk towards the back of the bus.

There are row seats at the rear of the car, which can accommodate five people in total.

An Yin chose a seat by the window. After sitting down, she reached out to adjust the mask on her face and turned her head to the outside of the window.

"Hurry up and take your seats."

"Everyone fasten your seat belts."

"Okay, everyone take out your tickets. I'm going to start checking them."

The driver stood at the front of the car, shouting in a rough voice.

An Yin had often ridden in this car before and was tired of hearing what the driver said. After she sat down, she fastened her seat belt.

When she was holding the ticket and waiting for the driver to check it, she felt someone pat her shoulder gently.

An Yin suddenly looked up and saw a woman staring at her. The next second, a nervous expression appeared on her face. "Little girl, can we change seats?"

Only then did An Yin realize that there were two little girls standing beside the woman, one looked eight or nine years old, and the other was eleven or twelve years old. The woman looked very weathered, with two or three shallow wrinkles on her forehead. Not only that, even her clothes looked quite shabby. At this moment, she was holding a black snakeskin bag in her hand, which looked very heavy.

An Yin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the three empty seats nearby.

Seeing the confused look on the little girl's face, the woman said apologetically, "My daughter is a little carsick, and I was worried that she would vomit on the road, so I thought of sitting by the window and opening the window a little bit to make her feel better."

Seeing that the woman was speaking very sincerely, An Yin quickly stood up and said, "Okay."

The little girl's voice is soft and sweet, and it makes others feel comfortable when they hear it.

The woman deliberately looked at the girl a few more times. Although the girl was wrapped tightly, she still noticed that she was very pretty. The woman concealed the scrutiny on her face and said, "Thank you, thank you so much, little girl."

"You're welcome." An Yin forced a smile, then realized that she was wearing a mask and no one else could see her.

After An Yin stood up and walked to the other side, she found a man sitting by the window on the other side. He was also wearing a mask, so An Yin couldn't see his face clearly. When she slowly approached, the strong sense of oppression emanating from the man was really impossible to ignore.

An Yin sat down next to the man with a reserved look on her face.

An Yin guessed that if it were her, she would not dare to ask the man next to her to exchange seats.

"The last few people, hold up your tickets."

The driver yelled.

Everyone raised their hands at the same time. The driver glanced at it casually and left.

Soon, the car started to move.

There were sounds of children talking beside her. An Yin leaned back in her chair and was about to close her eyes to rest when she heard the dissatisfied voice of a little girl. "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Mom, me too."

The next second, An Yin heard the woman next to her start to comfort the child. The woman was very patient and coaxed the child into submission in a short while.

An Yin originally wanted to lean back and rest for a while, but the murmuring in her ears never stopped, so she could only take out her cell phone and boredly flip through some recent news.

"Cough cough."

An Yin had just opened the screen of her mobile phone when she heard the man next to her cough a few times, but she didn't take it seriously.

"cough cough cough cough"

An Yin noticed that the man was coughing more and more violently. She raised her head and glanced at the man. The man was wearing a neat dark black suit with his legs crossed. Even when he was sitting, he gave people a majestic and solemn aura.

An Yin mustered up her courage and tremblingly said, "Are you okay?"

Perhaps it was because the man's cough was too loud, the person in the front seat turned his head and looked at them from time to time.

"Hey, it's okay." The man's cold voice came.

After he finished speaking, he slowly turned his head, and his ink-black eyes fell on An Yin's face, darkening slightly.

"It's you!" A hint of unclear emotion flashed across Meng Heming's calm face.

Seeing that the other person had been staring at her and seemed to know her, An Yin looked back at him hesitantly and asked guiltily, "Who are you?"

Meng Heming looked at the little girl's clear almond eyes and said faintly, "Last time on the bus, we sat together."

After he mentioned it, An Yin finally remembered and said in surprise, "It's you!" When she finished speaking, she realized that she was a little excited, and even her voice became a little louder, causing the people in the front seat to look towards them.

Seeing this, An Yin lowered his head in panic, avoiding other people's gazes.

An Yin didn't know why she was so happy. They had only met once before, but now when she met him again, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity for no reason. An Yin found it incredible.

Meng Heming looked at the little girl blinking her panicked eyes, and his long-frozen heart began to ripple. The little girl's eyes seemed to overlap with the eyes in his memory, and gradually, he became fascinated by her.

An Yin found that the other party had been staring at her. Her originally excited mood froze instantly. She turned her head angrily and inadvertently uttered, "Hmph!"

When she turned her head, Meng Heming realized his abrupt behavior.

"Feel sorry."

His voice was clear, and there was a hint of sadness in his words.

An Yin was still furious, so she made a suggestion without thinking, "It's impolite to stare at a girl like this."

"Yeah." Meng Heming agreed. Looking at the little girl's serious preaching, he raised his eyebrows and listened very seriously.

"Don't do this again in the future." An Yin continued to teach him.

"Absolutely not." Meng Heming said firmly.

The woman sitting next to An Yin was originally coaxing her daughter. Out of boredom, she listened to the conversation next to her.

I always feel that conversations between men and young girls give people a very awkward feeling.

Just like a daughter teaching her father? When this thought came to her mind, the woman was shocked by her own fantasy. She shook her head and put these unrealistic thoughts behind her.