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

Chapter 401 When will you break up?
"I" An Yin stammered and turned his head to the window.

"Tell me the answer?"

Bo Shaojin pressed on, his strength gradually increasing, and the next second, the car rushed into the traffic like a sharp sword.

An Yin looked at the vehicles in the distance and shouted with lingering fear, "Bo, Bo Shaojin, drive slower, it's too dangerous."

"Tell me the answer." He repeated with bloodshot eyes, showing no intention of slowing down.

In the blink of an eye, the car had already entered the highway. Due to the high speed, she was forced to stick to the seat. Looking at the scenery flashing before her eyes, she said timidly, "It's impossible for him and I to be together."

Her answer was very vague, but it was true.

"You, what did you say?" Bo Shaojin narrowed his eyes and even his breathing became rapid.

An Yin could only reiterate once again, "It's impossible for Bo Cheng and I to be together."

"Then, when did you break up?" Bo Shaojin's deep and hoarse voice was unspeakably gentle.

"what?"

Seeing her in a daze, seemingly still not recovered from the shock just now, Bo Shaojin's dark eyes flashed with subtle emotions, and then he said in a deep voice, "Don't drag it out. Now that you have made up your mind, tell Ah Cheng clearly as soon as possible."

An Yin's mind was confused at the moment, and she couldn't keep up with the man's pace at all. In order to prevent him from continuing to ask questions, she nodded perfunctorily, "I know."

Seeing that the little girl was so well-behaved, Bo Shaojin felt a strong possessive desire in his heart.

The atmosphere in the car became tense and no one spoke.

An Yin lowered her head guiltily, her hands constantly fiddling with the seat belt on her chest, and she kept muttering in her heart: Wow, men are so scary. She didn't want to hide her fake boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Bo Cheng for even a moment.

the other side.

Bo Shaojin's lips curled slightly, his dark eyes were filled with an almost morbid paranoia. He had never been considered a gentleman in the business world, but when it came to morals, he was strict with himself. Unexpectedly, because of a little girl, he turned out to be a man who would do anything to achieve his goals.

After all, the girl is his cousin's girlfriend, but he still has his eyes on her.

And now, under his coercion, the two are about to break up.

In this matter, he is not on the right side, neither emotionally nor logically.

Although he told himself in his heart that Bo Cheng, that bastard, was just playing around outside and didn't know how to cherish his girlfriend, and even had a few affairs outside, his move was also to save the girl from danger.

As for that brat Bo Cheng, it didn't make any difference to him that he just had one less girlfriend, after all, he hooked up with the girl's best friend in no time.

Inside the car, the two people had different thoughts.

An Yin even forgot how the man knew she was in his house.

***
Bo Yun drove steadily. As he recalled the home address the little girl had told him, the expression on his face gradually became serious.

The next second, he clicked on the navigation in the car and entered an address.

Following the navigation's instructions, he held the steering wheel tightly with one hand. Qing Junyin's face showed an eager look. Along the way, he didn't know how many cars he had overtaken. When he heard that he was getting closer and closer to his destination, he gradually became clear-headed, as if everything was transparent.

"Turn right five hundred meters ahead!"

As the voice announcement sounded, the man's heart also lifted. Bo Yun habitually glanced at the right rearview mirror, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom. It was a gray Cadillac. Over the years, whenever he went out, this car was like a dog-skin plaster, sticking tightly to him.

Seeing that they were about to change lanes and that the residential area where someone lived was not far after turning right, the veins on the back of Bo Yun's hand bulged and a dim light seeped out of his eyes.

"Meng Heming, you're great!" Bo Yun snorted coldly. The next second, he looked at the traffic light in front of him and turned the steering wheel to the left with a heavy heart. In his peripheral vision, he glanced at the road on the right.

He deleted the navigation traces on the car.

On the way back to the temple, Bo Yun's mood gradually calmed down, and at the same time, some sweat appeared on his back.

Fortunately, someone’s life was not disturbed because of me!

I almost made a big mistake. If she knew that my whereabouts were exposed because of him, she would be furious and want to beat me up!

Bo Yun let out a long sigh, his pupils gradually regaining clarity, and seeing the car behind him following closely, he remained calm.

Over the years, being followed has become commonplace, and Bo Yun has long been accustomed to it.

As for who sent the person following him, he didn't even need to think about it, he knew it was Meng Heming! This person really wouldn't let go of any clues!

***
Ataka.

Uncle Ma answered the phone in the yard, then stood there thinking for a while before turning around, walking across the corridor, and walking steadily to the quiet place in the backyard.

Next to the courtyard, there is a simple and plain bamboo lounge chair. When you sit on it and turn your body slightly, the lounge chair will sway up and down. It is quite fun to sit on it.

However, T City had just entered early spring and there was still a hint of chill in the air. After staying in the yard for too long, the coldness seeped into the collar and swept through the whole body.

When Uncle Ma came to the yard, he saw that the other person seemed to be asleep, lying on the recliner motionless, and the recliner was also still.

The cashmere blanket that Uncle Ma had brought earlier was left idle on the chair next to the man. Uncle Ma slowly walked forward, picked up the blanket again, and was about to cover the other person when he saw the other person suddenly open his eyes.

"Put it down, it's not cold."

Meng Heming had two thick black eyebrows on his high brow ridges, and a pair of pupils under his eyebrows that were as cold as a frozen pond.

Uncle Ma froze in his action of extending his hand, "Sir, it's a bit cold outside after being outside for so long, let's go back to the house and rest."

"Need not."

He was wearing a dark blue casual suit, wrinkle-free trousers and a white shirt, which made him look elegant and decent.

Seeing that the other party had been standing there, Meng Heming raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

Uncle Ma's drooping eyebrows flickered with a hint of hesitation. Seeing that the other party had been staring at him, he said quietly, "Just now, the men sent to follow the second master of the Bo family called."

When Uncle Ma said this, Meng Heming, who was lying on the bamboo chair, sat up suddenly, put his feet on the ground, and stabilized the wobbly chair, "Hurry up and tell me."

Uncle Ma heard the master's urging and spoke faster, "Master Bo went back to the old house and brought a little girl with him when he came out."

Meng Heming murmured roughly, "Speaking of the point."

"Mr. Bo finally drove to a place he had never been to before, and when he got there, he suddenly returned to the temple."