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

Chapter 378 I Can Make It
In the bedroom.

Aunt Zhang sat on a stool nearby, chattering away about her dissatisfaction.

"In my opinion, Grandma Wu is bullying you and your daughter."

Anying put down the newspaper in her hand and looked at Aunt Zhang who was filled with righteous indignation. A kind smile appeared on her beautiful face. "After all, I was at fault first. If I hadn't caused her house to be flooded, Grandma Wu's life wouldn't be like this."

"You are just too kind-hearted." Aunt Zhang talked for so long, but the other party's few words coaxed away her anger, and she just felt suffocated in her heart.

"Boom"

"Ouch!"

There was a dull voice outside the door, accompanied by a shout.

Aunt Zhang cautiously got up and opened the door, and saw the little girl covering her head with her hands, looking guilty.

"Hey, Aunt Zhang." An Yin took two steps forward and came to the bedroom.

"Did you bump into the door?" Zhang Yi leaned forward and observed her forehead.

An Yin let go of her hand, "Yeah."

"How can you be so careless?" Aunt Zhang muttered and quickly left the bedroom.

An Ying looked at her daughter lying on the bed and raised her eyelids slightly, "Hidden outside the door and eavesdropped?"

An Yin pretended to be casual and came to the window, leaning forward to look outside, "No, no."

She was stubborn and refused to admit it.

An Ying frowned and did not expose her daughter's little thoughts.

At this time, An Yin remembered what Grandma Wu said. She came to sit down on the edge of the bed and repeated everything Grandma Wu said.

"Fifteen thousand!" An Ying murmured, not knowing what she was thinking.

An Yin thought about the money she had earned from her part-time job before, and the living expenses that Ms. An gave her, which she had not spent much, so she saved it all.

"Mom, I have some money here. I'll transfer it to you."

"No need." An Ying looked at her daughter lovingly, "Save that little money for your studies. Don't worry, mom has saved some money before."

In order not to worry her daughter, An Ying could only tell a white lie.

"But."

An Yin wanted to argue, but then she saw Aunt Zhang coming over with a hot towel and putting it directly on An Yin's forehead.

"Apply it, otherwise the swelling will look ugly." Aunt Zhang explained to the little girl's curious gaze.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang." An Yin sat there and didn't dare to move.

Aunt Zhang applied the mask for a long time before leaving with the towel.

An Yin also forgot about Grandma Wu's plan to redecorate the house.

During the Spring Festival, I spend most of my time at home.

Ever since An Yin's family provided convenience to Grandma Wu, it has become a common occurrence for Grandma Wu to knock on the door from time to time with wet clothes in her hands.

This month, An Yin's family's electricity bill has also increased.

As the school was about to start, at Anying's request, Aunt Zhang went to the supermarket to buy some necessities and asked An Yin to take them to school.

At this critical juncture, An Ying also happened to go to the hospital for a follow-up examination.

On the day of the agreed departure, the mother and daughter originally wanted to take a taxi. After Aunt Zhang came down from the rooftop after collecting the clothes, she stammered and said that the car had already arrived downstairs.

An Yin was simple-minded and didn't think much about it.

On the contrary, An Ying saw the abnormal look of the other party, her eyes slightly turned, and while her daughter went to the bedroom to clean up, she looked at the other party with clear eyes, "Sister Zhang, he is here?"

Aunt Zhang naturally knew who the "he" Anying was referring to.

"The gentleman came early in the morning." Aunt Zhang spoke nervously, fearing that the other party would reject Mr. Bo's kindness. An Ying sat on the sofa, wearing a loose coat. When she moved, she would always pull her injured hands and feet. A slight pain swept through her nerves. She had been injured for so long, but she still couldn't get used to this kind of life lying down every day. It was too exhausting for a person's will.

Finally, Anying said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Aunt Zhang raised her hands and waved them repeatedly, feeling a little excited. "As long as it's about Miss An, Mr. is very concerned."

Aunt Zhang spoke too quickly and addressed An Yin directly using honorifics.

An Ying found it very uncomfortable to hear, but she didn't correct it.

"Then I'll make a phone call first." As Aunt Zhang spoke, she was already walking towards the balcony with her cell phone in hand.

Anying nodded.

When she went out, An Yin's things were packed in a bag, which was quite heavy to carry. Aunt Zhang looked at the girl's body and snatched the bag from her hand with a tough attitude.

"Let me bring it up."

"Aunt Zhang, I can mention it." An Yin said seriously.

"You have a mission." Aunt Zhang pointed at Anying, "Hold on steady, the stairs are very narrow."

"Uh-huh."

Only then did An Yin give up the idea of ​​carrying the luggage.

Anying has difficulty walking and it is difficult for her to go downstairs.

An Yin came to Ms. An and said, "Mom, if we can't walk anymore, let's stop and rest for a while."

An Ying had one foot on the ground, and the other foot could only touch the ground lightly, and would feel a dull pain if she applied the slightest force.

At this time, Aunt Zhang turned the door lock and pushed the door open.

Outside the door, a tall man stood there. He had an upright posture, three-dimensional facial features, and a serious face that gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Aunt Zhang exclaimed, "Sir, you're coming up?"

"Aunt Zhang." Bo Shaojin's dark eyes looked towards the room.

Aunt Zhang took the initiative to step aside.

After hearing Aunt Zhang's words, the mother and daughter in the room had different expressions.

An Yin was surprised, but also a little nervous.

Bo Shaojin walked to the sofa, passed the little girl, and looked at An Ying, "Aunt An, you can't walk too far now. I'll carry you downstairs."

He had a clear voice, and just standing there, he exuded an innate noble temperament.

An Yin held her breath and dared not express any opinion. She vaguely felt that Ms. An's attitude towards her was not friendly, especially on New Year's Eve, when Ms. An's tone of voice really scared her.

An Ying looked at the man in front of her thoughtfully with deep eyes, "Thank you for your help."

When Anying said this, it meant she agreed.

Bo Shaojin walked forward, bent down, and slowly picked up An Ying.

He looked at the road under his feet with cold eyes, "Keep up." After saying that, he glanced at An Yin.

An Yin followed suit belatedly and locked the door of his house.

Aunt Zhang was walking in front carrying something, followed by three people.

There were sounds of footsteps coming from the stairwell.

When a few people came out of the corridor, they happened to meet Grandma Wu who was returning home after buying vegetables. The old lady was carrying two pieces of tofu in a small bag, but her eyes were staring at them.

"Where are you going?" Grandma Wu stopped, glanced at the packing bag in Aunt Zhang's hand, then looked at Anying, and finally her gaze fell on the man holding Anying.

Grandma Wu's eyes were like radars, searching for any clues between the two.

Aunt Zhang was walking in front and when she saw Grandma Wu's gossipy look, the anger that had been accumulating for a while suddenly burst out.