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

Chapter 570 Little Girl

After doing all this, An Yin was already exhausted and out of breath. She looked at her work clothes and finally could only send a WeChat message to Wen Mei.

She couldn't possibly leave Shi Qing alone in the hotel, so she could only trouble Wen Mei to deliver their clothes.

A few seconds after the message was sent, the other party agreed.

Within ten minutes, someone knocked on the door. An Yin nervously walked to the peephole of the door. When he saw that the other party was Ye Mei's bodyguard, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

The man was tall and handed over a bag with an expressionless face.

"Thank you!" An Yin thanked shyly.

The other party nodded slightly and left.

After the other party walked away, An Yin closed the door.

She and Shi Qing's clothes were packed in it. An Yin placed the bag on the sofa by the window. At this moment, the curtains in the room were not completely drawn, and the colorful neon night scene downstairs could still be vaguely seen.

They were on the 16th floor, which was not high compared to the high-rise buildings in the city center.

"buzzing"

When An Yin was staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze, a sudden sound interrupted her thoughts.

An Yin took out her cell phone from her pocket, and when she saw the number displayed on the screen, her face instantly turned warm.

She answered the call without thinking, and when she said "Hello" to the other party, she naturally lowered her voice, which sounded a bit childish to others.

"Busy?" the man asked tentatively.

"I'm off work." When An Yin spoke, she deliberately glanced at the bed on the side. Seeing that Shi Qing was sleeping very soundly and showed no signs of waking up, she raised her voice a little bit.

"It's very tiring, right?" the man sighed.

When the two were chatting before, An Yin revealed that she was working part-time, and she didn't want to hide some things about herself from the man.

"It's not hard. My job just requires me to stand for a few hours anyway. Apart from a little sore feet, I'm not very tired." Every time he chatted with the other party, An Yin would always express his true thoughts.

In her heart, although they had never met, she really wanted to tell the other person about her life trajectory. This would make her feel a little warm, as if the other person cared about her very much and she was not the abandoned child.

"You are still young, so you should take care of your body." The man said in a deep voice, "Are you having difficulties in life?"

"No, no." An Yin's breath was choked. The man's concern made her feel sore in her eyes.

"Really?" the man asked unwillingly. As perceptive as he was, he could naturally hear that there was something wrong with the girl's tone.

"Hmm." An Yin bit her lip and hummed with certainty.

"In that case, I'll just assume you don't have it." The man threw away the idea that he had been thinking about. From their conversation, it was not difficult to find that the girl was a bit stubborn. Even if he proposed the idea of ​​funding, the girl might not accept it, and might even ignore him. Thinking of this, he asked curiously, "Where do you work?"

From her words and actions, Meng Heming could sense that the girl was not very worldly-wise. Perhaps she worked in some gourmet restaurant?
While he was thinking, An Yin fell silent. She could confidently tell anyone that she worked in a bar. However, if the other person was her "father", An Yin could not say it out loud. After all, in the eyes of most elders, they would definitely think that girls who worked in bars had messy private lives.
Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Meng Heming said loudly, "Is it inconvenient to say?" An Yin moved to the sofa and sat down, looking at the vast sky with her autumn-water eyes, "If I say it, you will definitely think I am very bad."

Meng Heming smiled softly, with a faint cough, "You think too superficially of me."

An Yin's eyes lit up. The man's words gave her strength. After taking a deep breath, she said timidly, "If you knew that I work part-time in a bar, you wouldn't look down on me, right?" An Yin spoke a little quickly, as if she was eager to verify something.

"Bar?" Meng Heming said in a tired voice, "Little girl, you have to know that in this world, as long as you don't look down on yourself, you don't have to care about other people's opinions."

The man seemed to be guiding her to understand herself correctly.

"I understand." An Yin stammered, and then she sniffed, suppressing the sour feeling in her throat.

"However, I still want to remind you to know how to protect yourself." Meng Heming said with heartache. The girl is not very old, but she works in such a mixed place. It can be seen how hard her life is. She just kept saying that she has not encountered any difficulties in her life. It is obvious that she does not want others to help her.

"I will." An Yin nodded.

The man's comfort was like a light in the dark night, guiding her in the direction she should go.

Meng Heming originally wanted to say something, but he was afraid that the girl was sensitive and some things could only be said later. For some reason, when he heard that the girl worked in a bar, his heart suddenly ached for no reason.

Perhaps it was because the little girl made him feel too close, which always made him feel a little protective of her. This feeling had never appeared even in Meng Sihan.

Weird!

"Cough cough."

Meng Heming's coughing sound came through the phone continuously. After An Yin heard it, her face was full of tension, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay, it's an old problem." Meng Heming coughed lightly. His breathing was a little rapid at this time. In order to suppress the discomfort, he picked up the water and took a sip.

"If you are sick, you should see a doctor." An Yin pouted and complained dissatisfiedly.

"Don't worry, I'm in the hospital." In order not to worry the little girl, Meng Heming told her about his situation.

"Are the test results out? How is it? Are you okay?" An Yin asked several questions in one breath.

Hearing this, Meng Heming raised a small arc at the corner of his mouth, "This is an old problem of mine. I just have a cough occasionally."

Seeing that he spoke so calmly, An Yin naturally thought that the other party was not seriously ill and felt relieved. "You should take good care of yourself." An Yin muttered without any reason, and then he realized that he had said what was in his mind.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

An Yin was afraid that she would be exposed, and her hands were sweating as she held the phone. At this moment, she was waiting attentively to hear what the man would say next.

"Thank you." Meng Heming's voice was sincere.

In fact, there was something else in his mind. He always felt that he and the girl got along well, and his desire to meet the girl became stronger and stronger.