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

Chapter 501 Have you met his family?

"It's okay." An Yin forced a smile.

Shi Qing looked at her smile which was uglier than crying. After her eyes wandered, she knew that she shouldn't disturb An Yin at this time. However, her curiosity got the better of her, so she said unintentionally, "Your worries have nothing to do with Mr. Bo, right?"

An Yin was in a state of depression. When she heard Shi Qing's words, she quickly shook her head to deny it, "Of course not."

"That's right." Shi Qing said, "Mr. Bo is so capable. No matter what happens to you, he can help you solve it. How could he possibly make you worry?"

Normally, Shi Qing is not so talkative.

If An Yin was smarter, she would have seen that Shi Qing deliberately brought the topic to Bo Shaojin. But An Yin was stupid and never knew how to guess what others were thinking.

"He is indeed very powerful." An Yin repeated.

Thinking about how the man had helped her so much during this hospitalization, An Yin agreed with Shi Qing's words from the bottom of her heart.

"Mr. Bo is so good to you, have you ever met his family?" Shi Qing held his breath, his dark eyes fixed on the other's pure and flawless face.

"Ah?" An Yin said slowly with a confused mind, "I've met his uncle." An Yin thought of the man he had met in the temple before.

Before they knew it, the two of them were talking about Bo Shaojin, and An Yin found it incredible.

Hearing An Yin's serious answer, Shi Qing lowered his eyes and said "hmm" softly.

Although she wanted to find out about the Bo family, and she didn't want to involve An Yin, Shi Qing was already very satisfied to hear a few words from An Yin at this moment.

Shi Qing stayed in the dormitory for a very short time and left after a while.

An Yin kept thinking about what Shi Qing had just said.

If the other party really already has a family, would it be embarrassing for him if she suddenly contacted him? An Yin's mind was full of this matter. The phone was tightly held in her palm and had already become hot, but she was not unwilling to let go.

Night falls quietly.

When she looked at the dim room, she quickly got up and turned on the light.

It was not until she saw the bright environment that her frightened heart was calmed down.

After An Yin was caught in a dilemma for half an hour, a very bold idea came to her mind. What if she simply dialed the number of the caller without revealing her identity?
She just wanted to hear the other person's voice?

With this thought in mind, An Yin mustered up her courage and stared at the other party's number with her round eyes without blinking. The moment she dialed the number, she felt her head buzzing, as if a momentary roar passed through her brain, causing her to lose her sanity for a short time.

The phone was connected after ringing four times.

Before the other party could speak, An Yin pressed the hang-up button for some unknown reason. She stretched out a hand and gently patted her chest which was heaving violently.

It's just a phone call, why is she so nervous? An Yin kept telling herself.

Next, she threw the phone in front of her on the desk like a hot potato.

***
Ataka.

Meng Heming stared at the strange number shown on the caller ID with his cold eyes for three seconds. Finally, he called back, but the other party didn't answer. Perhaps they simply dialed the wrong number.

At night, he was alone in his study, with a cup of warm water beside him, and wisps of hot steam rising from the rim of the cup.

For him, these two days were like a year.

As he had no contact with Ying'er in the past, he devoted himself to looking for her. However, his long-frozen heart was disturbed by a phone call from her, although he didn't know why Ying'er let others contact her.

However, for someone who had no news for so many years, Ying'er's move was already a great joy for him.

As long as she is fine, that's enough!
Next, he will do his best to find her.

When Uncle Ma knocked on the door and came in, he saw the person in front of the desk. He walked slowly to the desk and said, "Mr.

Meng Heming raised his eyes, "Any news?" He leaned his hands on the armrests of the chair, looking energetic.

Uncle Ma was afraid that his next words would dampen Mr. Meng's interest, so he immediately shook his head to stop Mr. Meng's thoughts. In the past two days, Mr. Meng was like a frightened bird. Whenever there were people walking in the house, he always thought that they were his subordinates delivering messages.

Little did they know that if their subordinates really got reliable information, they would definitely call to report the good news as soon as possible.

"Just tell me what's going on." Seeing that there was still no news from Ying'er, Meng Heming's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Uncle Ma thought that what he was going to say next was not what Mr. Meng wanted to hear, but he still relayed it honestly, "The young master's mother is ill."

Uncle Ma was referring to Xu Ming, formerly Mrs. Meng.

"What does her illness have to do with me?" Meng Heming looked at Uncle Ma with a cold expression. The strangeness and indifference in his eyes were really heart-wrenching.

"The young master just called me and asked me to tell you something." Uncle Ma kept observing the other person's expression while speaking. Now that he had opened his mouth, he simply told him everything the young master had told him to do. "The young master also said that his mother kept saying your name, and he wanted you to go over and see his mother."

After saying so many words in one breath, Uncle Ma lowered his head anxiously.

Mr. Meng has no feelings for the former Mrs. Meng, and their relationship is even more strained.

A strong smell of ink rushed into the silent room. Mr. Meng usually had the habit of practicing calligraphy and painting.

Uncle Ma stood there obediently, and when he thought he would not get a reply, a sharp voice came from the front.

"Don't tell him to worry about the elders' affairs." Meng Heming's tone turned cold, "Tell him everything I said without missing a word."

Uncle Ma was stunned. What Mr. Meng said sounded fine, but it actually meant something to criticize the young master, as well as to warn him.

"Okay." Uncle Ma lowered his head and retreated. Although he felt sad for the young master, when he thought about how Mr. Meng had not had a good life over the years, his mood slowly calmed down.

***
The Meng family’s suburban villa.

The servants stood trembling on both sides. It was pitch black outside, with the sound of insects chirping from time to time.

In the hall, Xu Ming sat at the head of the group. At the moment, she was wearing a light blue nightgown, and her pupils, as still as dead water, were fixed on something not far away.

A few meters away, a tall figure was standing there. He was on the phone at the moment. The man's brows quickly twisted tightly together, and it was obvious that this call was not a pleasant one for him.

When he hung up the phone, before he could speak, the woman's cold voice sounded.

"He's not coming?" Xu Ming looked at his son sinisterly with an unfriendly tone, as if Meng Sihan in front of him was just an insignificant stranger.