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

Chapter 438 The beauty hidden in the golden house
Seeing her shy face, Meng Sihan quickly let go of her hand.

While she lowered her head and remained silent, the man reached out and picked up the photo.

The angle of the photo was well controlled, with only him and the little girl in the whole picture. It happened to be the moment when she made a wish, and his eyes fell on her. The photographer made the picture very beautiful, and from a distance, the two people in the photo seemed to be very intimate.

He looked at the two identical photos in his hand, took out one and handed it to the little girl, "One for each of you."

An Yin looked up at the photo he handed over and took it timidly, "Yeah."

While An Yin was looking at the photos, Meng Sihan took a paper bag from the photo printing machine and put the photos in it.

"Let's go." Meng Sihan said when he saw the little girl put the photo into her pocket.

Tonight is very special and unforgettable for him. So this is what celebrating a birthday feels like!
In the past, he had always resisted celebrating his birthday due to family reasons.

But the little girl gave him a new understanding.

The two were originally going to take the elevator downstairs, but thinking of the crowded scene, Meng Sihan rejected An Yin's suggestion. In the end, the two took the escalator back and forth several times and finally got downstairs.

When I walked out of the mall, what caught my eye were the neon lights on the buildings outside, completely illuminating the city.

"It's so beautiful!" An Yin raised her hand and pointed at the huge screen opposite, which was showing gorgeous roses. Although it was far away, the picture was still lifelike.

Meng Sihan looked in the direction the little girl pointed. His handsome face was very calm, but he didn't want to spoil the little girl's interest, so he replied perfunctorily, "Yeah."

An Yin turned her head and saw the man's cold and hard profile. There was always a hint of depression on his face. When she thought about his saying that he had never celebrated his birthday, she blurted out out of curiosity, "Why didn't your parents celebrate your birthday?"

As soon as these words came out, An Yin hurriedly shut up, her head buzzing: Why did she say what was in her mind?

An Yin looked away guiltily.

After hearing her words, Meng Sihan's eyes gradually turned empty as he looked into the distance. "They don't love me."

The man's words were powerful, as if the answer had already been engraved in his heart, which made him so determined.

An Yin was stunned. This was not the first time he said that his parents didn't love him. An Yin really couldn't understand the man's parents. Since they had given birth to a child, why couldn't they love him with all their heart?

"I'm sorry." She shouldn't have asked a man this question.

"It's okay." Meng Sihan shook his head, and his eyes, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly widened. He turned his head and looked at the little girl with burning eyes, "I'll take you somewhere."

"Where, where?" An Yin asked blankly, looking at the man's anxious look.

"Come with me." Meng Sihan took a step forward and saw the little girl still standing there in a daze. He urged her, "Hurry up."

An Yin wanted to refuse, but when she saw the man eager to try, and thought about how his parents were not nice to him, her heart softened and she agreed, "Oh."

After the two got in the car, it rushed onto the road like a sharp sword.

They didn't notice that another car was following closely behind them.

An Yin discovered that she was very familiar with the route the man drove, which also dispelled her concerns.

When the car stopped at "Jianjia Lane", An Yin saw many people pouring out of the lane. It was late at night and many tourists were about to return.

"Why are we here?"

The car stopped at the side of the road, and An Yin looked towards the alley, really curious. "My dad lives here." He unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the plaque above the archway. The few characters written in a flamboyant style on it brought back some memories for him.

"Then you go back now, I'll take a taxi back to school later." An Yin thought the man just wanted to go home, so she suggested considerately.

"I'll take you back to school later." Meng Sihan raised his eyelids and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"Really, there's no need. Just go home." An Yin persuaded again.

"Go home?" Meng Si sneered, "This is not my home."

"What do you mean?" A puzzled expression appeared on An Yin's beautiful face.

"He doesn't allow us to come to this house. To him, this is his home, but not mine."

The man took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it.
"Cough cough."

When An Yin coughed, the skylight slowly opened and smoke rose.

The more An Yin listened to the man's words, the more confused he became. But An Yin understood that the "he" the man was talking about was his father!

An Yin, who was slow to react, racked her brains for a while, and suddenly an idea popped up in her mind, "You mean, your father found a mistress outside, and this is where he hides his mistress?"

Meng Sihan listened to the little girl's serious speculation, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After a long while, he replied, "You can say that."

It’s just that his father’s “mistress” is a virtual person. Ever since he could remember, Meng Sihan knew about the existence of this woman. However, he had never seen the woman who had haunted Meng Heming for many years.

In the silent car, the man took one puff after another, and in a short while, he finished the whole cigarette.

An Yin looked at the man's depressed look, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. She didn't know how to comfort the man, but when she saw him reaching for a cigarette again, she muttered softly, "Using cigarettes to dispel sorrow only makes you more sorrowful."

Sure enough, the man froze in his cigarette-holding motion. Then, he turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the innocent face of the little girl.

"What a twisted logic."

Despite saying this, he still stopped what he was doing. The man saw clearly the disgust on the girl's face when she smelled the smoke.

"That's right." An Yin retorted patiently.

Meng Sihan glanced at her, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face.

At the same time, not far away, Uncle Ma was carrying a heavy bag and was about to walk into the alley. When he turned his head, he saw a familiar car out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances. Then, his pupils shrank slightly.

He stood there, looking embarrassed.

There were pedestrians around him, so it was difficult for people in the distance to see him. Thinking of the stalemate between the father and son, Uncle Ma finally looked in the direction of the car. Faintly, through the front window, he saw a little girl sitting in the passenger seat.

Because they were far away, he couldn't see clearly.
With this thought in mind, Uncle Ma finally turned around and walked deeper into the alley.

inside the car.

When Meng Sihan saw Uncle Ma walking away with a hunched back, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

"It's late, I'll take you home!" His voice was deep and cold.