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

Chapter 566: Like a Treasure
The familiar voice calmed An Ying down quickly, and she slowly lifted the quilt.

"There's also a hot soup. Drink some first."

There was a movable wooden table next to her. Aunt Zhang placed the food on the table one by one, pushed it to the bedside, and served a bowl of soup.

"Thank you."

An Ying felt unworthy of Aunt Zhang's thoughtful care.

Aunt Zhang was very satisfied when she saw that the other person lowered his head and drank the soup obediently.

After all, Anying is not a child. She will do her best to cooperate with anything that is good for her. For Aunt Zhang, this kind of patient is the easiest to get along with.

At this moment, Aunt Zhang always felt that there was something wrong with Anying in front of her. After careful consideration, she could not find out what it was. Perhaps she was just overthinking!
Anying doesn't eat much, and often loses her appetite when she's only 70% full.

After she finished eating, a nurse came to clear the dishes.

With a heavy heart, An Ying remembered one thing, "Sister Zhang, don't let Yinyin know that I'm in the hospital." If her daughter came and met someone, some things might not be hidden anymore.

"Yes, that's what the gentleman meant on the phone," Aunt Zhang replied.

Only then did Anying feel relieved.

From Bo Shaojin's perspective, he didn't want An Yin to worry too much. After all, An Ying just had a common cold.

In the ward.

Half an hour after Anying finished her meal, she took some medicine as prescribed by the doctor and lay down ever since.

Aunt Zhang saw that she was bored, so she suggested, "If you feel bored staying here, we can go for a walk outside. There is a sky garden on the roof of this hospital. There are different flowers all year round. Most of the people living on this floor will go there for a walk."

An Ying was in deep thought, and sadness occasionally showed on her beautiful face, which made Aunt Zhang puzzled and heartbroken.

After all, it is not easy for a woman to raise a child!

An Ying wanted to refuse, but there was a voice in her heart shouting: Go see him, just one look.
"Are there any masks here?" An Ying spoke in a low voice, fearing that the other party would recognize her.

"Yes." Aunt Zhang smiled when she saw Anying being so cautious, "It's just a minor cold. It won't be easily transmitted to others."

An Ying was stunned. Seeing that Aunt Zhang had misunderstood her, she thought, "We can't let our guard down. It would be bad if we infect others. Sister Zhang, I can just go out for a walk by myself. You've taken care of me all morning. Go to the lounge and take a nap."

Aunt Zhang saw that the other party insisted, so she didn't say much, especially since Anying was just going out for a walk.

Aunt Zhang found a white mask and handed it to Anying, "Put on an extra layer of clothing before going out. It's windy outside."

"Ok."

Before going out, An Ying found a coat and put it on, wearing a hospital gown underneath. She had a slender figure, and even though she was wearing the smallest size hospital gown, the gown was still loose, making her look even thinner and frailer.

An Ying was wearing a pair of cotton slippers. When she walked to the door of the ward, she stretched out her hand and held the door handle tightly. Her eyes were empty. She stood there and took a deep breath before she mustered up the courage to open the door.

When she stepped out of the room, she lowered her head and looked carefully at both sides of the corridor. Except for a nurse walking at the end of the corridor, she didn't find anything else.

She took a few steps outside with difficulty, her eyes fixed on the two adjacent sides.

On the left is the doctor's office and on the right is the ward.

So, the man is in the ward right now? An Ying took difficult steps, step by step, towards the man's ward. They were so close that she arrived at the door of the ward in just two or three steps. Looking at the closed door, An Ying's eyes fell on the light blue door frame. "Brother Heming," An Ying whispered softly, her pupils full of affection.

Suddenly, time seemed to go back to the past.

In the suburbs where willows swayed swaying in the wind, she was wearing a light green cheongsam that wrapped around her graceful body. The little girl squatted down, stretching out a hand to fiddle with the gurgling water. Behind her, stood a man, looking at the little girl at his feet with tenderness.

"Brother Heming, look, fish." The little girl was so excited that she wanted to reach out and catch it.

Seeing this, the man behind her put his broad hand on the girl's shoulder and said, "Get up." The man's cold tone revealed a hint of doting.

"I want to play for a while longer." The girl clearly showed that she was not afraid of men and rejected the man's proposal without thinking.

The man's face gradually turned pale. Looking at the wet hem of the little girl's skirt, the man completely ignored the little girl who was having fun. He bent down and picked up the little girl horizontally, "If you don't listen, go home and wait for a beating!"

"If you dare to hit me, I will bite you to death!" The little girl said something without any reason.

After she finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became subtle.

The man's breathing was a little disordered and heavy.

The little girl stretched out her hands and hugged the man's neck guiltily, forgetting that she was still angry. She said in a low voice, "Brother Heming can't bear to hit me!"

On the narrow path, the tall man held the little girl in his arms, as if she were a treasure!

VIP ward.

The man lying on the hospital bed had his eyelashes fluttering constantly and his brows were furrowed on his stern face. It was obvious that he did not sleep well.

Uncle Ma was standing aside. When he saw him like this, there was no expression on his face. It was obvious that Uncle Ma was used to this kind of situation.

"Ying'er."

The man called out again and again.

It was not until he was fully awake and looked at the white ceiling for a long time that he realized that he was dreaming about the past again.

"Sir, are you okay?" Uncle Ma poured a glass of water and waited for Meng Heming to take a sip before he stood aside respectfully.

"Ahem." Meng Heming raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth. After coughing a few times, he slowly said, "The dream just now was too real. It was as if I was back to the days when I was with Ying'er. It would be great if I could not wake up."

He sighed softly, as if he was still immersed in the dream just now, with a look of longing on his face.

"Sir!" Uncle Ma said in a loud and earnest voice, "You must not think like that."

Meng Heming waved his hand, trying to stop Uncle Ma from talking.

Uncle Ma knows that the other party has been living in pain all these years, and always says some depressing words when he is negative. Despite this, the other party is also trying his best to live. After all, in this life, Mr. Ma always has an obsession to find his true love!
If I can't find her in this lifetime, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest in peace until I die!
Mr.'s love for his beloved has penetrated deep into his bones and has never changed. Uncle Ma has never experienced this feeling firsthand, but as time goes by, he respects Mr. from the bottom of his heart.

When Uncle Ma was wandering in space, he found that the other party had stood up.

"Sir, are you going to get out of bed?"

"Go outside and get some fresh air." Meng Heming's eyes were dull and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of his chest.