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

Chapter 518 Farewell

The two of them sat side by side. The little girl was petite, and when she sat, she only reached his shoulders. When he looked down at the little girl, he found that her eyelashes were stained with a layer of water droplets, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Heming saw a few tears dripping on the little girl's pants, slowly spreading out to form a dark black color.

"Crying?" Meng Heming's voice softened.

An Yin pretended to be calm and turned her head away, not wanting the man to see her vulnerability. After wiping away her tears, she shook her head.

Her long hair fluttered on her shoulders and back. As she shook her head, her black hair swayed in the air, forming a semicircle.

There is a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going on the sidewalk.

The vehicle was parked on the road, and no sound from outside could be heard. Even passers-by could not see what was going on inside the car. However, such a luxurious Bentley parked on a crowded street still attracted many people's attention.

Meng Heming has been living alone these years. Except for Uncle Ma, who is close to him, the rest are servants. Since the people in the house know that he likes quietness, few people disturb him. Therefore, the whole house always gives people a lifeless feeling.

The driver was sitting in the front, and when he heard the faint sobbing, he couldn't help but start to worry about the little girl. He was afraid that Mr. Meng would scold the little girl, because the little girl looked timid and weak, and could not stand the scolding.

While the driver was worried, Meng Heming also felt very complicated.

He had never experienced this feeling before. It was as if someone punched him several times, but he was powerless to resist and could only swallow the anger.

An Yin sobbed for dozens of seconds, and when she wanted to speak, her face was shy and awkward.

"Don't cry." Meng Heming's dark eyes fell on her swollen eyes.

"Yeah." An Yin responded softly, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

To An Yin, paying such a huge amount of money in compensation all at once was like the sky falling.

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Meng Heming's heavy heart finally eased a little. In order to ease her sadness, he said loudly, "You haven't eaten yet? I'll treat you to lunch?"

An Yin looked at the man with moist eyes, as clear as a spring, "Thank you for your kindness, I want to go back to school." She was in no mood to eat now, not to mention that she and the man in front of her were just casual acquaintances. How could she let others treat her to a meal?
Meng Heming looked at her depressed and felt uncomfortable in his heart. This feeling was too strange. He was not a person who would sympathize with others. He had been used to being cold and indifferent over the years. He could only attribute these changes now to: the little girl's eyes looked too much like hers!

So, every time he sees the little girl, he will feel a sense of closeness.

"Since it has already happened, don't worry too much about it. You can earn money slowly in the future." Meng Heming tried to comfort her.

An Yin looked at the man in front of her, hesitant to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Meng Heming saw a hint of stubbornness in the other's flashing eyes.

"I'm leaving." An Yin said.

Meng Heming looked at the sadness between her brows and knew that this was definitely not what the little girl wanted to say.

He guessed correctly.

As the man comforted her, An Yin suddenly felt a surge of emotions in her heart. She really wanted to talk to him about the current difficulties at home. However, when she saw the man's proud and arrogant demeanor, she finally chose to distance herself from him.

The man didn't seem to be from the same world as her. They were supposed to have no intersection. With this negative thought, An Yin met the man's concerned eyes and murmured, "Goodbye!"

After saying that, she pushed open the car door. After the little girl got out of the car and closed the door, Meng Heming's eyes instantly froze into ice. The little girl was depressed before leaving, which showed that the incident had a great impact on her.

Through the car window, she saw the little girl blending into the crowd in a daze.

"Take her in the car." Meng Heming looked at her absent-minded appearance, his black eyes were deep, and his words were somewhat domineering.

"Okay, Mr. Meng."

The driver hurriedly got out of the car. Fortunately, the driver had been watching the girl through the rearview mirror when she got off the car. After hearing Mr. Meng's order, he walked quickly.

In less than a minute, he brought An Yin back into the car.

An Yin got in the car again and looked at the other person with confusion on her face, "Anything else?"

An imperceptible emotion flowed on Meng Heming's cold face, "I'll take you back to school."

"No need, I can just take the bus back." An Yinwan rejected the other party's request.

"I just happened to be going out to do something, maybe I'll pass by your school." Meng Heming spoke calmly, "Which university do you go to?"

"Mr. T." An Yin spoke honestly.

"What a coincidence, I just happened to pass by." Meng Heming said slowly.

An Yin: "." She always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't put it into words.

The driver held the steering wheel with a look of comfort, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As Mr. Meng's driver, he had some awareness of this. Without waiting for Mr. Meng to speak, he started the car and drove towards T University.

As the car started, the scenery outside the window flashed by. By the time An Yin noticed it, the car had already driven several hundred meters.

An Yin turned her head to glance at the man next to her, and happened to meet his gaze. She turned her head away in panic, and even her sitting posture became stiff.

Meng Heming saw her nervousness, and in order to ease the atmosphere between them, he said calmly, "When you go out in the future, remember to be careful. Don't just believe everything others say. If you really can't make up your mind, call the police."

Faced with his earnest teachings, An Yin was in a trance for a moment.

"You sound just like my mother." An Yin blurted out.

After she finished speaking, she realized that there was something wrong with what she said. She and the man were not related at all, so how could she talk to him in such an intimate tone?
"Then you must really listen to your mother."

Looking at her innocent appearance, the little girl must have been born in a happy family. At the very least, her mother must have loved her very much, which is why a faint smile appeared on her face when she mentioned her mother. Perhaps even the little girl herself did not notice it.

"I'll listen to what you say if it's right," An Yin said frankly.

She and Ms. An both respect each other very much, so they have gotten along very happily over the years and rarely have even minor quarrels.

"What if it's wrong?"

Listening to what happened between mother and son, Meng Heming felt the blood in his body boiling.