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

Chapter 362 Drink Chinese medicine?
The solemn temple, the dark red courtyard walls, the dark grey temple ridges, and the towering ancient trees with dead branches are all bathed under the misty sky.

Outside, the cool breeze made people feel cold to the bone.

In front of the thatched hut, the two men didn't seem to feel the cold at all, and both had calm and composed looks on their faces.

The old monk took a sip of tea and left a word.

"This matter cannot be rushed, it needs to be treated slowly."

Bo Shaojin's face was gloomy, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his dark eyes.

The old monk looked at his eldest nephew and let out a long sigh.

The next second, I saw the little girl walking slowly and happily from the pavilion.

The little girl came in gracefully, with slow steps. Although she was wearing a slim-fitting long coat, she still had a graceful figure. Her long, smooth hair was spread out, and with every step she took, her long hair swayed in the air, drawing a small arc.

In a trance, the old monk seemed to return to the past.

The beauty was like a charming flower, gentle and lovely, and when she acted recklessly, she always made him angry to death.

The past seems like yesterday.

"Second uncle."

Bo Shaojin saw that the person next to him seemed to be in a nightmare, and said in a deep voice.

The old monk was startled and his eyes were confused. When he looked forward, he saw a little girl with skin as white as snow standing next to his nephew. The two of them were both talented and beautiful, just like a perfect match.

"Bo Shaojin, look, these are what I picked. Do they look nice?" An Yin held up the branches in her hand, her beautiful eyes moving around, as clear and pure as a pool of autumn water.

Bo Shaojin looked at her with a somewhat dark look in his eyes, and after a long time he snorted softly.

An Yin was a sensitive person. When she saw the man's lack of interest, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Do you like plum blossoms?" The old monk asked loudly as he looked at the little girl holding the plum blossoms, as if she couldn't let go.

"It smells so good and beautiful." An Yin ignored the feeling of loss in her heart and said to the amiable old man in front of her.

After hearing this, the old monk's indifferent eyes trembled slightly, "There are plenty here. If you want, I can ask someone to bring some over?"

"No need." An Yin quickly shook her head.

When Bo Shaojin heard the words "fold some", his eyes gradually became sharp. He stood up calmly and came behind the little girl.

He had heard that his second uncle cherished plum blossoms as if they were his life.

"Uncle, I am sorry to disturb your meditation today."

The old monk looked away and glanced at his nephew. Their eyes met, and there were hidden thoughts in both of their eyes.

Some things don't need to be said, but they are already in our hearts.

The old monk stood up and looked at the little girl. "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me." His words were loud, clear and powerful, as if they were a solemn promise, revealing a bit of solemnity.

An Yin was confused by the other party's serious tone. Although she had doubts, she still vaguely heard the friendliness in the other party's words, "Okay, thank you, second uncle."

The old monk stared at her and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he turned around, waved in the direction of the two of them, and walked towards the house.

His steps were light, and he gave off a faint sense of immortality.

When the old monk was no longer visible, An Yin came close to Bo Shaojin and murmured like a chirping bird, "Is he your uncle? He just diagnosed my pulse. Is he a medical student? Is he..."

"Let's go."

Bo Shaojin interrupted her chattering. An Yin pouted in dissatisfaction, and the plum blossoms in her hand fell a few times while she walked. She looked at the branches in her hand with regret.

After a long road, I finally walked out of the door.

When he arrived in front of the desolate and deserted place, An Yin had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The gate looks inconspicuous, but the temple actually hides a world of hidden secrets. Surrounded by the temples, it feels like being in a fairyland, giving people a sense of unreality and mystery.

Assistant Lin had been waiting at the parking lot.

After watching them come out from the rearview mirror, he got out of the car quickly and opened the back door.

After everyone got in the car, Assistant Lin noticed a hint of melancholy on Mr. Bo's face. Although Mr. Bo concealed it very well and people could not easily see his emotional fluctuations, he had been with Mr. Bo for many years and had his own guesses about certain things.

An Yin held the branch in her hand. The plum blossoms on it had almost all fallen off, with only two or three still stubbornly blooming on the branch. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the soft petals with her fingertips.

Well.
The scene became awkward.

The few remaining flowers fell onto the carpet in the car when she touched them. After a few seconds of hesitation, An Yin stretched her neck to look for the plum blossoms at her feet, but someone got there first.

The man bent down, picked up the petals on the ground with his slender fingertips, and threw them into the trash can in the car.

An Yin frowned, but didn't dare to complain.

The little girl held the bare branch and felt it was very hot. She didn't feel comfortable throwing it away, but it would be funny to hold it.

An Yin gradually began to feel uneasy. After she calmed down, she mustered up the courage to look at the man, "Bo Shaojin, are you in a bad mood?"

Ever since she came back from a stroll in the plum garden, the man's expression began to become cold. An Yin couldn't guess what the man was thinking, nor did she know what the man had just talked about with his second uncle.

Under Bo Shaojin's high brows, a very dark and profound light flashed across his eyes.

He pursed his lips and moved them, his voice hoarse, "No."

"Really?" An Yin's voice was soft and weak, and there was a bit of concern in her question.

"Ah."

Bo Shaojin tilted his head and looked down at her, his eyes burning.

The man's actions made An Yin's heart beat wildly, her face instantly flushed, and she quickly turned her head away.

The car was driving in the mountains and the roads were paved with asphalt, which was very convenient for drivers.

In order to ease the panic in his heart, An Yin looked out of the car window, looking at the rocky mountains. The dead leaves on the trees had already fallen, leaving only thick branches.

Compared with the little girl's contented attitude, the man next to her seemed much more lonely and gloomy.

Bo Shaojin put his hand on the armrest inside the car, tapping it lightly with his fingertips, making a slight sound.

The diagnosis made by his second uncle just now was still fresh in his mind. After listening to his words, Bo Shaojin was silent for a long time.

Even when the other party said some comforting words, it seemed that the haze in his heart did not disappear.

He knew that the little girl was weak. When she was in the hospital before, she had undergone some physical examinations and there was nothing serious wrong with her body.

However, today's pulse diagnosis revealed some other symptoms, which may not seem fatal, but are enough to give people a headache.

The man let out a breath, and from the corner of his eye he saw her leaning against the car window, admiring the scenery outside heartlessly. The man felt a lump in his heart.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: What a heartless boy!