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

Chapter 502 Telephone
Meng Sihan had a pair of narrow eyes that were as bright as stars, and under his eyebrows that were raised like swords, there was a cold light. His mother's words made him feel cold in his heart.

"Uncle Ma said he's busy."

Xu Ming looked at his tall and handsome son, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy, "Haha, as expected, the two of us combined are probably not as good as a single brick and tile in that house."

Meng Sihan's black eyes moved. He had heard these words no less than ten times.

"Mom, it's late, you should go to bed first." Meng Sihan looked at his skinny mother in front of him and took a few steps forward.

"roll"

Meng Sihan reached out to help her up, but Xu Ming reflexively reached out and fiercely brushed his hand away.

There was a hint of coldness on Meng Sihan's high brows, but when he saw his mother's fearful look, a glimmer of hope still flashed through his heart.

"Mom" Although what his mother said was so hurtful, he always used what the doctor said to comfort himself.

His mother has been ill for many years. She has been sometimes lucid and sometimes confused over the years. What she says and does are often not what she means. No matter what, he should tolerate her.

Xu Ming realized that her actions just now were too unfamiliar. She slowly raised her head, and when she saw the outline of her son in her empty vision, she seemed to wake up from a dream, and she took a deep breath.

"Am I mean to you again?" Xu Ming changed his fierce expression just now and became extremely sensitive and suspicious at this moment, with a hint of concern on his pale face.

Meng Sihan was already accustomed to his mother's changeable tone. "It's okay." He leaned forward, intending to help his mother up again.

Then he saw his mother staring at him.

"Si Han, his attitude towards you has become increasingly cold over the years." Xu Ming leaned back in the soft chair, and his words came out weakly.

When the truth was exposed, Meng Sihan still felt a dull pain in his heart, "Dad has been busy lately."

When Xu Ming heard her son's words, she raised her head and looked at him for a long time before she said softly, "Don't you hate him?" Every time she mentioned Meng Heming, her tone was very gentle.

It seems like Meng Heming is her whole world.

"No." Meng Heming lowered his head, his handsome face looked upright and upright.

He had complaints and anger towards his parents, but he never hated them.

"Good boy, good boy," Xu Ming lowered her head and muttered to herself several times. Perhaps it was because of the coolness of the evening, she shuddered and then turned her head to look in the direction of the door.

In a trance, she seemed to see the figure of a tall and strong man.

"Heming!" Xu Ming looked into the distance and shouted to the air. Her voice was tender and lingering, which showed that Meng Heming was her entire obsession.

Seeing this, Meng Sihan winked at the servant beside him, and soon the servant helped Xu Ming to the bedroom.

Watching his mother gradually walking away, Meng Sihan looked down at his hand raised in the air, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Over the years, whenever he got closer to his mother, he would be treated like trash and pushed away.

But he never learned his lesson, and when facing his parents, he always couldn't help wanting to get closer to them. What was frustrating was that he had been hitting a wall on both ends for many years.

At this moment, the exquisite and elegant interior made him feel very lonely.

From childhood to adulthood, the Meng family gave him the best of everything, including food, clothing, housing, transportation, and education. The only thing they were unwilling to spend a little time on him was that he always wanted to be the best in everything he did, hoping that his parents would pay attention to him. As he grew up, this unrealistic idea was gradually buried in his heart.

There are some things that do not belong to him, and he really shouldn't force them, such as the warmth of family.

He slowly walked to the front yard, his pair of shiny black leather shoes stepping on the green grass. With every step he took, his dark eyes kept looking around the house. Over the years, whenever he returned to the villa, he always liked to walk around the house in the dead of night.

This place not only carries his boring childhood, but also his infinite desire for family affection.

However, this time he only walked half a circle before turning around and walking towards the garage without hesitation.

After a while, there was a roar, and then a black car disappeared into the darkness.

On this depressing night, he couldn't find anyone to confide his troubles to. When he was feeling extremely depressed, a beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Meng Sihan parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and made a voice call directly.

"Hey?"

A few seconds later, the little girl's slightly soft voice sounded.

"Are you asleep?" Meng Sihan couldn't help but ask when he heard her sweet and tender voice.

For people in their circle, night is the golden time for them to eliminate fatigue. Everyone has his or her own way of entertainment, but the objects of entertainment are different.

Some of them are alcohol and cigarettes, while others are women.
"Not yet." An Yin said cautiously on the other end of the phone.

"Do you have time? I want to talk to someone." Meng Sihan looked at the dark night in the distance and let out a breath. Every time he left home, he felt choked up in his heart.

"It's very late now." An Yin muttered.

Meng Sihan glanced at his watch and smiled faintly. This time was very early for him, but the little girl was going to bed. Going to bed so early, did the little girl still need to grow?

Meng Sihan did not say what he was thinking. After adjusting his seat, he lay back in the driver's seat and pretended to have a long conversation. "In that case, let's talk on the phone."

"Ah?" An Yin exclaimed in astonishment. She really couldn't think of anything good to talk about between her and the man. "What should we talk about?"

She asked stutteringly, obviously confused by the conversation between the two.

"Let's talk about you." Meng Sihan opened the sunroof of the car. A breeze blew in, ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead and hiding his dark eyes in the fine black hair, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

"Me?" An Yin raised her voice. Facing his rash question, An Yin hesitated for a moment, "I don't have anything to talk about."

She spoke in a gloomy tone. Meng Sihan was good at observing other people's thoughts, so how could he not hear that she was worried.

"Really?" Meng Sihan's eyes became sharp, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the vast night sky. Occasionally, one or two stars twinkled, just like the little girl's beautiful and lively eyes.

It was incredible that he felt he had a special affinity with the girl even though they had only met a few times.

"It's fake." The man said seriously, letting An Yin let down her guard. "I have something on my mind."