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

Chapter 487 Do You Know Ying'er

Anying's voice was soft and weak.

The nurse listened to the vague voice and asked uncertainly, "Is your name Anying?"

An Ying raised her head, looked at the nurse in white, and nodded in agreement, "Yeah."

After the nurse confirmed the name, she immediately put the phone to her ear and said slowly, "Excuse me, do you know An?"

"I know her." The voice on the other end of the phone was impatient and anxious, and even the tone was cautious, as if afraid that the other party would hang up the phone. "Do you know Ying'er? Did something happen to her?"

The man almost finished speaking while holding his breath.

Seeing the other party's agitation, the nurse frowned. At this moment, she saw the beauty beside her open her eyes without knowing when, so she quickly handed the phone to her ear and reminded her, "You should speak."

An Ying's head was dizzy. When she saw the nurse put the phone to her ear, she looked at the nurse in confusion, "What did you say?"

"Ying'er."

A clear voice was heard in the empty corridor.

An Ying's body trembled slightly, her pupils widened in disbelief, and her head, which had been aching, became exceptionally clear at this moment.

"Ying'er, please speak up. I know it's you. Ying'er, have you encountered any problems now? Ying."

Before the man could finish his words, the nurse saw the beauty in front of her snatch the phone away, and with her shaking hands she randomly tapped on the screen until the call was hung up.

The next second, the nurse saw the beauty in front of her covering her heart with one hand, and her beautiful face was covered with tear marks.

The nurse was shocked by the scene in front of her. Just as she was about to pick up her mobile phone from the ground, she heard the phone vibrate. Before she could pick it up, the call was hung up by the beauty.

The other party kept calling, and the beauty hung up several times before simply turning off her phone.

The nurse saw that something was not right and said embarrassedly, "I saw that you were not feeling well just now, so I tried to contact your family. When you gave me this phone number, I thought you two were familiar with each other." The nurse felt more and more guilty as she spoke.

An Ying held the phone tightly, the man's deep voice seemed to still linger in her ears.

How long has it been since they last talked? An Ying's eyes trembled slightly.

"Thank you." An Ying spoke with difficulty, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on her lips. She lowered her head calmly, secretly wiped away the tears on her face, and then slowly stood up while holding the wall.

"You're welcome." The nurse hesitated and said, "Am I doing more harm than good?"

"You mean well, too." An Ying said softly. She slowly handed the phone to the nurse, "Your phone."

The two stood by the wall.

The nurse took the phone.

An Ying raised her eyes and looked at the nurse in front of her with difficulty, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

The nurse hesitated, "What is it?"

"Can you put the phone number just now on the blacklist? I'm afraid he will call me all the time." There was a resolute look in An Ying's eyes.

The nurse looked at the beauty with a sad expression, "Okay."

"If he calls me from another number, you too..." An Ying was too embarrassed to beg others.

"Don't worry, I won't reveal anything about you." Seeing the beauty hesitate to speak, the nurse quickly took over.

However, the beauty was able to tell the other person's phone number when she was dazed just now, which means that the other person is very special to her, but why did she avoid him? The nurse was puzzled and thought.

"Thank you." An Ying said sincerely. The nurse saw that although she looked a little weak, she was not seriously injured. She exchanged a few words with her and left.

***
Ataka.

In the dim bedroom, the man's scarlet eyes were fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, and he dialed the other party's number over and over again.

Unable to dial.
carry on
"Cough cough."

"Cough cough."

Uncle Ma slept in the guest room next door. When he slept, he deliberately left his door open so that he could be the first to hear any movement in Mr. Meng's bedroom.

Half asleep and half awake, he heard bursts of coughing. Uncle Ma quickly put on his coat, carelessly put on his shoes, and rushed outside.

Outside the bedroom, Uncle Ma knocked on the door twice. When the person inside didn't answer, he just barged in.

Hearing the violent coughing sounds, he quickly turned on the light. The next second, he saw Mr. Meng leaning against the head of the bed, holding the mobile phone in both hands, his deep eyes were bloodshot, and he coughed and uttered a few words.

"Ying'er."

"Something must have happened to her"

"Ying'er."

After he uttered a few words, he began to gasp for breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs. As he coughed more and more violently, his cold face gradually turned red, looking very scary.

Uncle Ma quickly picked up the teacup beside him and handed it over, "Sir, have a drink of water."

After feeding it to the other person's mouth and watching him take a sip, Uncle Ma bent down, reached out his hand and patted him on the back.

"Sir, are you having a nightmare again?" Uncle Ma's tone was mixed with a sigh, which showed that this was not the first time this had happened.

"It's not a dream, cough cough." Meng Heming's pupils were deep, and his tone was heavy, "Someone called me just now, and she asked me if I knew Ying'er. I heard Ying'er's voice with my own ears, and she was right next to me."

His dark eyes were filled with an almost morbid madness.

Uncle Ma felt uncomfortable seeing how emotional he was and thought that Mr. Meng was having a nightmare.

At this time, Uncle Ma noticed the pills on the bedside table. He frowned and said, "Sir, didn't you take sleeping pills tonight?"

The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly became cold and silent.

Meng Heming's eyes were like a sharp sword, sweeping straight towards Uncle Ma beside him, "You don't believe what I just said?"

Meng Heming's tone was grim, and he seemed particularly lonely and gloomy in this dark night.

Uncle Ma had been with Meng Heming for many years and had some understanding of his personality. When he met his solemn gaze, Uncle Ma was startled and suddenly asked, "Sir, did Miss An really contact you?"

It’s no wonder that Uncle Ma didn’t believe him before. Over the years, Mr. Meng would wake up from time to time at midnight, shouting, “Ying’er is in the yard.” Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Mr. Meng would run outside to look for Miss An despite the heavy rain outside. Uncle Ma can still remember his crazy look clearly.

"Someone else called, and she hung up." When Meng Heming spoke, his dark eyes instantly froze into ice.

Uncle Ma found the key point, "Sir, send me the other party's mobile phone number, I will have someone check it right away."

"Yes, check it quickly." Meng Heming opened his mobile phone, and the other party's phone number was displayed on the screen.

"I'll go get my phone." Uncle Ma hurried out the door.

Meng Heming looked at the long string of numbers, and a few complex emotions flashed across his black eyes.