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

Chapter 483 Quite Similar

Finally, An Ying hid beside a small pavilion next to the square. There was a shop inside the pavilion and not many people came and went.

Anying stood in the corner, just in time to see the entrance of "Yingying Yishuijian".

She huddled in a corner, with an occasional breeze blowing by. Although the weather was not cold, she still shivered and her arms were cold.

There is a large parking lot at the entrance of "Ying Ying Yi Shui Jian". People who get off the car are either rich or noble, and they are accompanied by entourage.

Lunch time has passed and people are coming out from inside intermittently.

For some reason, An Ying always felt her heart beating violently. She raised her hand to cover her chest. When she looked up again, she saw a tall figure walking out of the gate in the distance.

The man was tall and well-proportioned, with regular facial features, and an air of righteousness that could not be concealed.

Although there was a distance between the two of them, An Ying could clearly see the man's dark eyes, which were shining with a cold light under his sword-like raised eyebrows.

Most of the time, the man had a serious look on his face. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and his angular face had a tough look as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe. When she was young, her fingertips had wandered over his face more than once.

At that time, she was always joking, trying to tear off his taciturn appearance, but he always let her do what she wanted. No matter how she tossed around, the man always had an indulgent attitude.

The past was like smoke, blown away without a trace, but she was still immersed in it.

An Ying blinked, and when her vision regained clarity, she saw someone help him open the back door of the car, and then the man bent down and got in.

An Ying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long were on the verge of collapse at this moment.

"Wow." She lowered her head and covered her mouth timidly, not daring to cry out loud.

In the parking lot.

Uncle Ma sat in the passenger seat, looking at the person in the back seat who said nothing. He asked tentatively, "Sir, shall we go back to 'Anzhai'?"

Meng Heming did not say anything. He turned his head and looked at the bustling crowd outside the car window. His heart ached inexplicably, as if he had missed something.

The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and didn't dare to say a word without receiving any orders.

"I always feel." Meng Heming spoke softly, uttered a few words, and then stopped.

These words seemed to be spoken to the air.

Uncle Ma saw that he was unhappy and knew who he was missing. In order to divert his attention, Uncle Ma pretended to be surprised and said, "Sir, I met a little girl yesterday, and I found something very interesting."

"Where did you meet?" Meng Heming frowned slightly.

Uncle Ma was stunned for a moment and replied, "In the store."

"Are you trying to say that the little girl looks very much like Ying'er?" Meng Heming looked out the window calmly with a deep tone.

"You, you know?" Uncle Ma looked at the other person in disbelief.

"I've encountered it too." Meng Heming's eyes gradually softened. The girl's thin figure was somewhat similar to Ying'er. Every time he saw the girl, his silent heart would become turbulent, as if Ying'er appeared in front of him. Meng Heming could only interpret this inexplicable tide of emotion as the fact that the girl's eyebrows and eyes were too similar to Ying'er, which gave him a strong sense of palpitations.

Uncle Ma didn't expect that Mr. Meng also met someone like her, and couldn't help but sigh, "They look so alike." If Mr. Meng and Miss An were together, I'm afraid the child they gave birth to would be as beautiful as that, with eyebrows and eyes like Miss An and a nose like Mr. Meng.
As he thought about it, Uncle Ma shook his head dejectedly. His idea was too unrealistic. After all, Miss An had been hiding so well that no one could find her. How could she have children with Mr. Meng?
"It's quite similar."

Uncle Ma thought that Mr. Meng would not reply to him. After a long time, a clear voice came from the back seat.

Meng Heming recalled the several times they had met, when the little girl wore a mask, but he didn't know what she looked like without the mask. However, her eyebrows looked a bit like Ying'er, so she must be pretty much the same.

"Let's go back to the house." Meng Heming leaned back in the soft chair and closed his eyes with a little tiredness.

"Okay, Mr. Meng." The driver said respectfully.

Soon, the car was on the road.

Uncle Ma knew that Mr. Meng was just pretending to take a nap. Over the years, Mr. Meng always had to take sleeping pills if he wanted to have a good night's sleep.

Inside the car, Uncle Ma turned his head and looked at the back seat, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Although Meng Heming closed his eyes, he could see through Uncle Ma's thoughts.

Uncle Ma's whole body tensed up, thinking about how to organize his words. After a while, he hesitated and said, "Sir, someone from the young master's side called me this morning."

Seeing that the other party still had his eyes closed, Uncle Ma continued, "The young master's mother is sick." In order not to irritate Mr. Meng, Uncle Ma avoided mentioning Xu Ming and did not even dare to call him by his name.

"Didn't I say before that the Xu family's affairs have nothing to do with me from now on." Meng Heming suddenly opened his cold eyes, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

"I was confused." Uncle Ma bent down with an apologetic look on his face.

Meng Heming's sharp eyes glanced out of the car window again, and there was always a thick layer of depression in his eyes.

He has endured unrequited love for half his life, and he doesn't know how long he can live. His obsession grows deeper and deeper, and he always hopes to see his sweetheart once before he dies.

Is she living a good life?

Are you married and have children?

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Over the years, he had anticipated everything that Anying might experience, but the only thing he dared not imagine was the scene of them charging forward again.

At this moment, he felt the air in the car was thin and his breathing became more and more rapid. He stretched out his hand until he lowered the window. Gusts of cold wind blew on his face. The strong light and shadow made it impossible for him to open his eyes, but his breathing became much smoother.

Uncle Ma watched his actions and, for the sake of his health, wanted to say something more, but when he saw Mr. Meng's solemn and sad expression, Uncle Ma chose to remain silent.

For some things, if the person concerned cannot figure it out, no matter how others persuade him, it is useless! This is the case with Mr. Meng.

As a business tycoon, Mr. Meng doesn't even have a woman who understands him. If you tell others about this, I'm afraid no one will believe it, but it's the fact. Uncle Ma turned his head and looked at the road with lifeless eyes. Mr. Meng has been particularly depressed recently. If he continues like this, he will hurt his body and mind. He has to think of a way to make Mr. Meng happy.

Uncle Ma suddenly thought of someone: Miss Shen!

Mr. Meng is always in a good mood every time he sees Miss Shen. When he returns to Anzhai, he will rashly call Miss Shen, Uncle Ma complained in his heart.