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

Chapter 547 This Bit of Bitterness

After hearing what Shi Qing said, An Yin suddenly understood a lot more. "Thank you!"

Shi Qing's encouragement was very precious to An Yin.

From childhood to adulthood, An Yin has always been with Anying. Even when they encountered minor troubles, the mother and daughter mostly took the attitude of settling things peacefully. An Yin was influenced by their mother and became timid in character.

The reason why she had the courage to refute others just now, besides not wanting others to misunderstand herself and Su Yifeng, there was actually another reason.

She has someone hidden in her heart, and she doesn't want these rumors to reach that person's ears. Perhaps, this is the power of love that makes a cowardly person become brave.

Soon, the two of them walked towards the cafeteria.

After eating, they found an empty seat and sat down.

Just as she put down the plate, Shi Qing's phone rang. She looked at the strange number and didn't want to answer it. However, she remembered something and answered it. "Hello?"

A stereotyped male voice came, and the other party did not beat around the bush and directly stated the purpose of the call.

After hearing this, Shi Qing's eyes lit up, "Okay, when?"

Shi Qing communicated with the other party for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

An Yin swallowed the food in her mouth, raised her head, and saw Shi Qing's excited expression. She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You seem very happy."

Shi Qing met the other person's gaze and did not intend to hide it, "About the part-time job."

"A call from Sister Mei?" When An Yin heard Shi Qing talking about a part-time job, the first person she thought of was "Ye Mei."

"No." Shi Qing denied, "Another place."

An Yin was shocked, "You found another part-time job?"

"Yeah." Looking at An Yin's surprised look, Shi Qing lowered her eyes. The reason why she was eager for this part-time job was because she had other purposes.

An Yin thought about her current situation and couldn't help but feel a little moved. "Where do I work? Will the time conflict with my classes?"

An Yin asked seriously.

"'Qindi', the time is not bad, Saturday and Sunday, I work eight hours during the day, and it's just right to rush to 'Yemei' after get off work." Shi Qing had planned her time early in the morning, and she knew very well what she was going to do next.
When An Yin heard the word "Qindi", he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think that one of Bo Shaojin's residences was also there.

She immediately gave up the idea of ​​going with Shi Qing. If she really worked there, she would definitely meet Bo Shaojin more often. Just thinking about it made An Yin feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

***
Since the beginning of summer, the chirping of insects at night has gradually increased.

Ataka.

After Shen Jingrou finished the video call with her daughter, she came to the courtyard and lit a few glazed lanterns on the quiet path. When she looked closer, she couldn't help but be impressed by the craftsmanship of the ancients.

When Shen Jingrou came to An's house, she always wore a long coat out of habit. She draped it over her when she went out. The hem of the coat fell to her knees, and the long coat swayed slightly as she walked.

At this moment, her plain face was filled with sorrow, and soft sighs spilled out of her mouth. In this dark night, she seemed even more lonely and desolate.

"Jingrou." A deep voice, accompanied by a light cough, interrupted Shen Jingrou's thoughts.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in a pavilion not far away. She walked forward and stepped into the pavilion, "Uncle Meng, you haven't slept yet?"

Meng Heming was wearing a black suit. At this moment, he looked very elegant, but there was a hint of desolation all over his body. He pointed to the seat next to him.

Shen Jingrou sat down.

There is no moon tonight, the sky is gray and hazy, and black fog covers the air, making people feel cramped.

"Your father called me today and talked to me for a few words." Meng Heming mentioned casually.

But after Shen Jingrou heard this, her whole face fell instantly, "Dad urged me to go back, right?"

Meng Heming did not answer this question, but instead said, "He is worried about you!"

"I know." Shen Jingrou's gaze fell on the artificial pond not far away. Under the dim yellow light, the water surface was shimmering, reflecting white rays of light.

Meng Heming looked at the little girl in front of him and asked suddenly, "Have you figured it out?"

Shen Jingrou shuddered all over. Uncle Meng had been in the business world for so many years that he had become an expert at reading people's expressions. He must have noticed that little thing about her a long time ago.

Shen Jingrou was like a child who had done something wrong, and said hesitantly, "Uncle Meng, I disappoint you."

"Jingrou, I have never been disappointed in you. No matter what choice you make in the future, I just hope you can live a happy life." Meng Heming's eyes became cold. "As for other rumors, you don't have to care about them. With my support, no one dares to look down on you."

His powerful words instantly broke Shen Jingrou's defense.

Since she became pregnant, she became more sensitive. Tears kept falling down. She reached out her hand to wipe them away several times. When her emotions calmed down a little, she said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Meng, thank you!"

Shen Jingrou originally wanted to say, "It must be a blessing to be your child," but she swallowed the words back. She had dealt with Meng Sihan before and had seen Uncle Meng's attitude towards his son. As a bystander, she felt that Uncle Meng was very cold to Meng Sihan, or even indifferent.

At this time, Uncle Ma came from the other side. When he saw one more person in the yard, his eyes lingered on Shen Jingrou for a while.

Shen Jingrou looked at Uncle Ma holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand. As Uncle Ma approached, a strong smell of Chinese medicine filled the air.

"Uncle Meng, haven't you taken your medicine today?" During the days she lived here, Shen Jingrou had already figured out Meng Heming's resistance to taking medicine. Whenever she saw Meng Heming looking at the bowl of medicine with disdain, she would advise him a few words.

"Yeah." Uncle Ma ignored someone's warning look and said, "Originally, I was supposed to drink it half an hour after dinner, but my husband was painting at the time, so he asked me to take it out. I saw him here just now, so I reheated the medicine."

Meng Heming couldn't help but shook his head, "I know my own body well, why bother taking medicine?"

Above his head, the glass lamp emitted faint light, which fell on Meng Heming's handsome face, and the gloom between his brows made the people present feel heavy.

"Uncle Meng, listen to the doctor." Shen Jingrou stood up and took the medicine from Uncle Ma. When she met Uncle Ma's grateful eyes, Shen Jingrou smiled back.

Meng Heming looked at Shen Jingrou holding the medicine and saw that she had a stubborn face and acted as if she would keep waiting for him if he didn't drink it. In the end, he compromised, took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp!

"I've finished drinking it!" There was no expression on Meng Heming's handsome face until his mouth was filled with bitterness.

This little bit of suffering is nothing to him!