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

Chapter 363 The young master is here
On the way back, An Yin looked at the tall buildings rising from the ground, turned around and glanced at the man beside her, "Just find a bus stop to drop me off, I want to go home."

Bo Shaojin pulled his gaze back and said, "Let's go eat first."

"Don't bother. I'll just buy something to eat later."

No matter how An Yin spoke, the man seemed not to hear her.

An Yin was angry.

The man is too domineering and strong.

Assistant Lin was like a worm in the man's stomach. He drove directly to a private restaurant. An Yin did not notice that the parking lot was full of world-class luxury cars. As soon as the two got out of the car, neatly dressed attendants came out.

"Mr. Bo!" The servant addressed him respectfully and made a gesture of invitation. Then he glanced behind Bo Shaojin seemingly casually and found that it was a little girl. The servant was stunned for a second, then quickly regained his senses and smiled at the little girl.

When An Yin saw this kind of scene, she would often become very reserved. After returning a smile, she turned sideways and hid behind Bo Shaojin.

Bo Shaojin saw the little girl's timid look and didn't say anything.

Led by the attendant, the two walked through the quiet corridor.

This manor covers a large area and consists of more than a dozen independent villas. Only very few people in the circle know about this place.

Everyone who has eaten here knows that it is said that a chef here once cooked for a heavyweight figure, and it was in this place that the distinguished guest was received.

Since then, this private restaurant has become famous.

However, this restaurant has an unwritten rule that anyone who comes here to order food must identify themselves and go through layers of screening before they can eat here.

An Yin was not aware of these.

She looked at the scenery along the road quietly, occasionally absent-minded.

Perhaps it was because she had seen too many beautiful sceneries since following Bo Shaojin, so now when she set foot in some unfamiliar places, she was no longer as surprised as before.

Following the attendant to a private room, the two sat down and Bo Shaojin said directly, "Let's do as usual."

The attendant nodded, "Okay, Mr. Bo."

After the servant left, An Yin carefully placed her hands on the table and looked at the man seriously, "Do you usually come here to eat?"

The little girl is too curious.

Bo Shaojin glanced at her pretty face and raised his thin lips, "Come here once in a while." He was telling the truth. He was a very sociable person and most of the time he was at dinner parties.

An Yin lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, "Isn't this place very expensive?" Every time the man took her to a place, she could not afford it just by imagining it.

Seeing her frown, Bo Shaojin's dark eyes were tinged with a bit of coldness and arrogance, "This is not a problem you should worry about."

An Yin, "."

The man's words made her panic again.

For a long time, you could hear a pin drop in the room, until the waiter pushed the dining cart in and started serving the food, then faint sounds were heard.

An Yin was absent-mindedly spinning a pair of chopsticks around the whole time.

"You two may have your meal now," the attendant said, and stepped aside.

"Go out."

The little girl will always feel uncomfortable when there are outsiders around, Bo Shaojin said in a deep voice to the attendant.

"Okay, Mr. Bo." The servant stepped back and closed the door.

An Yin's eyes lit up and she glanced at the man quietly.

It turns out that men are just like me, they don't like being stared at while eating. An Yin complained inwardly.

While eating, An Yin found a surprise. "Isn't this the taste of that night?" An Yin was chewing food and her words were vague.

Fortunately, the man had amazing hearing and was able to hear everything she said.

"Yeah." Bo Shaojin said with a faint expression.

An Yin's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and a warm feeling passed through her heart.

Last night she thought the man cooked a meal, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. When she said "it's delicious", the man replied "I'll take you to eat next time."

An Yin didn't expect that the man was so proactive. He brought her here in just one day.

During this lunch, An Yin ate silently, his mind already full of thoughts.

The man's behavior made her heart gradually lose control and she couldn't help but think in the wrong way.

***
"Jianjia Lane."

During the Chinese New Year and other holidays, there are crowds of people. Fortunately, vehicles are prohibited from passing through this place, otherwise it would be jam-packed.

Diagonally opposite An Zhai, a tall figure disappeared in the corner. The man held a cigarette between his bony fingers, with wisps of smoke rising from the back of his hand. There was a hint of listlessness on the man's face.

His cold, arrogant and dark eyes looked towards the gate of the house from time to time, with expectation and confusion in his eyes.

A few meters away from the man stood his driver.

Seeing that lunch time was passing, the assistant hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to step forward.

"Mr. Meng." The driver looked at the other party hesitantly, and mustered up his courage, "How about I knock on the door and ask?"

The driver has been with Meng Sihan for many years and has some understanding of the Meng family's affairs.

After all, whenever Mr. Meng was in the country, he would come to this place to stay for a while every once in a while.

It was obvious that Meng Shao's father lived in the house, but he just stood outside the house every time. The driver really couldn't understand why.

After finishing his last cigarette, Meng Sihan concealed his melancholy eyes and took out a box from his coat pocket. He gently pressed the buckle, the box opened, and the jade inside appeared in front of him.

Meng Sihan stared at the totem on the jade pendant, his eyes gradually becoming deep and blurred.

After a long while, he buckled it again and handed the box to the driver, "Give this to him."

The driver understood what the other party said immediately.

The "he" that Meng Shao was referring to was Meng Shao's father, Meng Heming.

"Okay, Mr. Meng." The driver said respectfully and took the box from the other party.

Meng Sihan looked at his empty palm and glanced at An Zhai not far away with a captivating expression.

The two words above the house were like a sharp sword, piercing deep into his heart.

The next second, he turned around sharply and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing this, the driver knew that Meng Shao was going to wait for him in the car first. The driver looked at the box in his hand, took a deep breath, and walked towards An Zhai.

After all, the people in the house don’t seem to be close to Mr. Meng!
Arriving at the door, the driver reached out and knocked lightly on it twice.

"Dong dong."

"Dong Dong." Seeing that no one spoke, the driver deliberately increased his strength.

"Here they come." After hearing the noise, Uncle Ma walked forward quickly, fearing that he would disturb someone who was painting in the pavilion.

The heavy door was opened from the inside.

When Uncle Ma saw the other person, he was stunned for a moment, and a very far-fetched smile appeared on his face, "Young Master is here?"