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

Chapter 361 Plum Garden
Seeing that the little girl obeyed her nephew's words and seemed very dependent on him, the old monk's resolute and tough face revealed a bit of gloom.

An Yin sat in the middle, with the two men on her left and right.

She lowered her eyes, slowly tilted her head, and looked at Bo Shaojin with trembling eyes, and saw the man sitting upright.

"Is that her you're talking about?"

In the empty mountains, the old monk's words broke the silence.

"Yes." Bo Shaojin raised his thin lips slightly.

An Yin was stunned as she listened to their conversation.

She recognized each word they said, but when they were put together, she had no idea what they meant.

An Yin clenched her hands and continued to sit there in fear.

When An Yin's mind was drifting away, a clear voice sounded above her head.

"Girl, take your hands out." The old monk said in a deep voice.

An Yin's long eyelashes fluttered and she blinked several times, then her gaze fell on Bo Shaojin.

"Please hold out your hand and let your uncle feel your pulse." Bo Shaojin reminded the little girl, seeing that she was completely confused about the situation.

"Take the pulse?" An Yin repeated stupidly.

"Yeah." Bo Shaojin looked at her.

Since the man said so, An Yin did not hesitate. She slowly stretched out her hand and placed it on the wooden table.

Seeing this, Bo Shaojin reached out and rolled up her sleeves a little.

An Yin blushed and didn't dare to look at the man.

The old monk looked at everything in front of him lazily, a flash of emptiness passed through his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Don't be afraid, it will be quick." The old monk put the Buddhist beads on his wrist and then raised his hand.

His fingertips pressed gently on An Yin's hand.

An Yin was afraid at first, but as time passed and she saw the other person closing his eyes with a calm face, her nervous heart gradually relaxed.

Bo Shaojin sat upright the whole time, his cold pupils moving back and forth between the two of them.

After a long while, the old monk spoke.

"All right."

The old monk withdrew his hand, and a barely perceptible disappointment flashed across his originally contented brows.

"Thank you, second uncle." When Bo Shaojin saw the other person's expression, he already had the answer in his mind.

An Yin waited quietly for the old monk's next words, but she was disappointed.

At that moment, she looked up at the old monk weakly, "Second, Second Uncle, are you checking my pulse to diagnose me?"

The little girl has clear eyes, and her every word and action is expressed on her face. One glance is enough to see through her pure heart.

The old monk's eyes fell on the little girl's eyes.

How similar! He sighed inwardly.

"Yeah." He answered briefly, and seeing the girl's curious face, he spoke again, "There's nothing wrong with your body."

People who often hang out in the business world know that there is a big loophole in what the old monk said.

If there are no big problems, there must be small problems.

It’s just that An Yin’s train of thought cannot be understood.

"Haha, thank you." Hearing the other party's words, An Yin immediately relaxed.

God knows, she is most afraid of getting sick and having injections.

An Yin was just feeling happy when a young monk came over with a pot of tea and gently placed it on the wooden table.

The old monk glanced at the young monk and said, "Take her to the backyard for a look."

The young monk looked at the other person in astonishment, thinking that he had heard it wrong. After seeing the other person's serious look, he adjusted his facial expression.

An Yin didn't understand, but when the young monk came to her and took her on a tour, An Yin agreed without thinking.

Rather than staying with two grown men, she decided to go and see the scenery.

Bo Shaojin looked at the little girl's fleeing back with a somewhat obsessed look in his eyes.

The old monk glanced at Bo Shaojin's face, and a trace of distraction flashed across his face.

Time flies so fast!
"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask." The old monk picked up the Buddhist beads again and turned them slowly.

Until the little girl was completely out of sight, Bo Shaojin lowered his eyes, looked at the teapot on the table, and poured a cup for each of them.

"Second uncle knows her mother?" Bo Shaojin said with certainty.

The old monk seemed to be in his fifties, with a thin face. If you looked closely, you could vaguely see some similarities between the uncle and nephew's eyebrows.

"It's just the past."

He sighed softly, and his words seemed to reveal endless vicissitudes of life.

What he meant was that he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Bo Shaojin looked at the man in front of him, who was displaying an immortal demeanor, and asked, "The past? Has Second Uncle really let it go over the years?"

The old monk frowned, his pupils shrank slightly, and the expression on his face froze, as if he was in trouble.

"Ah Jin." The old monk's cheeks were as pale as white porcelain, with a hint of coldness. "Don't forget why you came."

A sharp look appeared on Bo Shaojin's resolute face.

"Uncle, I overstepped my bounds." Bo Shaojin lowered his head, his hair covering his forehead and hiding his cold eyes.

The old monk shook his head.

After a while, the uncle and nephew had a long conversation in front of the hut.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects and birds could be heard all around, breaking the tranquility of the temple.

Under the guidance of the monk, An Yin went to many places, especially a large plum garden in the backyard. When she passed through a small door made of bamboo, she saw that the entire mountain in the backyard was planted with plum blossoms of various colors.

The faint fragrance between breaths made An Yin intoxicated.

She quickly took out her cell phone and took several beautiful photos.

After the monk brought her here, he stood at the gate. Then, he saw the little girl skipping and dancing among the sea of ​​flowers.

The young monk was very suspicious. Everyone knew that the old monk cherished this plum garden the most, and he had never allowed anyone to appreciate it. Although the girl in front of him was beautiful, how could the old monk break his usual rules?
Every tree on this mountain was taken care of and planted by the old monk himself. I know very well how much effort the old monk has spent on this plum garden over the years.

Even the old lady from the Bo family had never set foot in this plum garden.

What was so special about the little girl in front of him? The monk racked his brains to think about it, but in the end he came up with nothing.

An Yin had been jumping around in the mountains for an hour. When she ran to the monk excitedly with branches of different lengths in her hands, the monk looked at her in panic, "This, this, this is."

An Yin saw the other person's frightened look and blinked her bright eyes, "I just picked it up from the ground. Isn't it beautiful?" If she had a vase, she would definitely put it in the vase, so that she could appreciate it for a while.

The little girl opened her lips slightly, a touching smile spread out from her lips. Her dazzling eyes turned into crescents, with a faint smile, looking clear and charming.

I have never seen such a beautiful girl before, I was mesmerized for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he raised his head in annoyance and patted his forehead.

An Yin looked at the other party's confusing behavior, her face full of confusion.

Then, the monk said, "Let's go."

As for the plum blossoms in the little girl's hand, he had already forgotten about them.