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

Chapter 439: Stealing Love

The man suddenly spoke, and An Yin was startled, "Okay!"

Seeing how timid she was, Meng Sihan's cold and stern face gradually relaxed, and his original hostility also dissipated.

Soon, the car started.

"Just drop me off at 'South Lane'." An Yin gave an address.

Meng Sihan didn't ask any more questions and nodded, "Okay."

"South Lane" is not far from T University. There must be many students passing by the gate of T University at this time. An Yin didn't want others to misunderstand her, not to mention that the man's car looked a bit high-profile.

The little girl's thoughts were written all over her face, and Meng Sihan knew it without having to guess.

On this special day, the little girl gave him a lot of surprises, and he was willing to fulfill her little wishes.

Meng Sihan's car is powerful enough, and it looks like a cool landscape when driving under the night sky.

In less than ten minutes, we arrived at "South Lane".

After parking by the side of the road, not far away was the alley where the classmates ate, drank and had fun.

"I'm getting off the bus, bye!" An Yin looked at the man nervously, her voice soft and tender.

"Ah."

The man snorted coldly and opened the passenger door.

An Yin looked at the open car door and felt very uncomfortable.

When she reached the roadside, An Yin subconsciously looked around. When she didn't see any familiar classmates, she almost ran into the neon lights not far away.

Meng Sihan couldn't help but find it funny when he saw the cautious look of the little girl. It gave him the illusion that they were having an affair.

Inside the car, a hint of gloom flashed across the man's sword-like brows and star-like eyes, flashing with countless secrets that were difficult to detect.

"buzzing"

When he leaned back on the cushion and was about to close his eyes, a faint sound reached his ears.

Meng Sihan picked up the phone and saw the name displayed on it. His surging emotions instantly calmed down.

Not the mother.

Not the father either!
Sure enough, in their eyes, his existence is dispensable!
While he was lost in thought, Meng Sihan didn't notice that the car behind him was driving towards the little girl.
Perhaps he was too passive tonight and let down his guard, so much so that he didn't even notice the car following closely behind him.

***
Ataka.

When Uncle Ma returned to the hall with his things, he saw the man sitting on the armchair. He put down his things and bowed, "Sir, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Normally at this time of year, the gentleman would have gone back to his room to rest. Soon, Uncle Ma remembered something.

Meng Heming picked up the tea that had already cooled down beside him and took a sip. The bitter and astringent taste gradually made his mind clear.

"What do you have to buy so late at night?" Meng Heming asked with a frown, looking at the heavy bag.

Uncle Ma looked at the things under his feet and didn't answer.

These are some fresh pork bones. Uncle Ma saw that Mr. Ma had lost a lot of weight recently, so he thought of making some soup tonight so that Mr. Ma could taste it tomorrow morning. Of course, he didn't dare tell Mr. Ma this, after all, Mr. Ma was very resistant to these tonics.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Meng Heming didn't force him. He shifted his gaze away from Uncle Ma and looked towards the dark yard outside.

Uncle Ma then raised his head and spoke carefully, "Sir, I just saw the young master's car at the corner of the street."

The man in the chair stiffened, and a complex emotion flashed through his melancholy eyes.

Uncle Ma had been observing the other party's emotions. Seeing that he didn't speak and had a deep expression, Uncle Ma continued, "There is a girl following the young master." "If he has someone he likes, I won't interfere." Meng Heming's increasingly dark pupils were suddenly clear.

Uncle Ma looked at the other person, hesitant to speak.

How could Meng Sihan not know what Uncle Ma was thinking? He let out a long sigh, "I know today is his birthday."

"Sir, the young master is thinking of you, otherwise, he wouldn't drive here so late at night." There was a hint of a sigh in Uncle Ma's tone as he spoke.

"The relationship between him and me is shallow, so why force it?" There was no trace of smile on Meng Heming's cold face, and there was a hint of alienation between his brows.

Uncle Ma knew that it was useless for him to advise him on some things. If the gentleman could have figured it out, he would have done it long ago over the years.

When he was about to leave with his things, the man who was originally sitting on the chair slowly stood up, paced towards the yard, and finally stood beside the lotus pond in the corner.

“She’s lost weight!”

He spoke at a moderate speed, neither too fast nor too slow.

Uncle Ma understood the meaning of his words.

Some time ago, the bank sent a surveillance video. Since then, whenever the husband has time, he will watch the blurry video over and over again.

In the video, Ms. An looked around vigilantly. Not only that, she was wrapped tightly all over and her face was covered by a mask. If it were someone else, it would be impossible to tell that the woman in the video was An Ying.

However, the gentleman recognized it at a glance.

He even magnified the video obsessively and observed the changes in Ms. An carefully.

Uncle Ma recalls the scene on the day when his husband first received the video, and the only word to describe it is "crazy", which is only appropriate!
Uncle Ma felt sad when he thought about how his husband had been paranoid for half his life and was still alone.

"Sir, it's very humid at night, you should go back to your room." Uncle Ma took a few steps forward.

"Cough cough."

The next moment, Meng Heming covered his mouth with a fist and coughed several times.

Uncle Ma saw the other person's appearance and didn't care about the things he just bought. He quickly reached out to support the other person and said, "Sir, don't hold on any longer. Go and have a rest."

Uncle Ma's tone was almost pleading.

Meng Heming raised his hand to stop Uncle Ma's actions, and Uncle Ma retreated back to his original position with a worried look on his face.

"I don't know if I can see Ying'er again in my lifetime!" The man looked up at the vast night sky and let out a wail.

There was a hint of melancholy on Uncle Ma's slightly thin face.

The men sent out during this period still have not found any information about Ms. An.

Instead, he found out some other news. The Xu family has been involved in frequent scandals recently. Thinking of Mr.'s attitude towards the Xu family, Uncle Ma did not dare to tell Mr. these things easily.

The Xu sisters, one married into the Su family,

The other one was once the wife of the Meng family.

But in Mr.'s opinion, the disgust expressed in his eyes when it came to everything related to the Xu family was really frightening.

***
"South Lane".

At night, many men and women gather here and walk in front of the shops.

There are long queues at milk tea shops and hot pot restaurants, and crowds of people are everywhere. People seem to have endless energy and are waiting excitedly. Three or five friends gather together and laugh out loud from time to time.

An Yin walked on the side of the road, looking at the crowded alley. She quickly withdrew her gaze and walked along the sidewalk tremblingly.

There were many pedestrians in front and behind her. For An Yin, it was a very scary thing to go out alone at night and walk on the busy streets.