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

Chapter 4 Surgery
  Although An's mother was worried, it didn't show on her face.

An Yin rushed to wash the dishes, but An's mother had nothing to do with her daughter. She watched her daughter carrying the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen with pity in her eyes.

An Yin has been more sensible than other children since she was a child, and has a reserved and docile temperament. Even though she encounters grievances in life, she does not dare to tell her about it, for fear of causing trouble to her mother.

Mother An saw all this.

If the daughter had not been deprived of her father's love since she was a child, her character would not be so cowardly.

Blame yourself!
  That's why she felt that she owed her daughter too much, too much! She must recover as soon as possible so that she can be with her daughter longer and longer!
  However, if this operation fails, then...

Mother An was sitting at the dining table, her eyes lowered, and there was a hint of sadness on her face.

The next second, Mother An returned to the bedroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out an old box from inside.

While holding the box in both hands, his eyes gradually became deep and lingering...

She carefully stretched out a hand to open the box, but stopped when she was unlocking it.

Quickly putting the box back in the drawer, An's mother walked to the window uncontrollably, and the gentle breeze blew by, cooling her restless heart.

The night outside the window is getting darker, and a ray of moonlight shines indoors, falling on Mama An's graceful body, giving people an ethereal feeling of a beautiful woman leaving the world and being independent!

The two-day vacation passed quickly.

An Yin left home under the reluctant eyes of An's mother and returned to school.

During this holiday, she felt that her mother had become more verbose.

During the two days at home, my mother always told me some trivial matters in life. Before leaving, she even asked me to keep a key.

An’s mother’s original words were, “As I get older, I always forget things.”

When An Yin took the key, he didn't think much about it.

She has known since she was a child that her mother had a treasure box that she kept on her bedside table.

Shaking his head, An Yin stopped himself from continuing his random thoughts.

Maybe my mother simply wants to keep the key for her!
  An Yin sat in the bumpy car, holding a key in her white palm, and then she carefully put it into her backpack to prevent loss.

***
  Time passed bit by bit, and it was almost dark.

On the side of the road, more than a dozen people were standing on the side of the road, whispering to each other, and it was bustling.

One of the middle-aged men shouted loudly, "When are we going to wait..." The uncle's voice was rough and particularly fierce.

The driver hurriedly nodded and bent forward to comfort him, offering him cigarettes and apologizing, his face frozen with laughter.

An Yin stood quietly on the roadside, forming a strong contrast with others.

What bad luck.

An Yin sighed softly.

The bus unexpectedly had a tire blowout halfway through the journey. Fortunately, the driver responded quickly and no one on the bus was injured, but the return to school was delayed.

"Everyone, the car sent to pick you up will be here soon. Please continue to wait a little longer. I'm really sorry!" The driver stood in the middle of the crowd, his tone loud and respectful.

"You just said it was almost there..."

"Yes……"

"Where are you coaxing the child?"

"..."

The scene suddenly became noisy. An Yin held his backpack in his arms, lowered his head slightly, with a look of fear on his face. He unconsciously moved back, gradually getting further away from the noisy crowd.

From time to time, cars whizzed past her, and a cool breeze blew past her. She couldn't help but shiver several times in succession.

On the road, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom is particularly eye-catching.

In the back seat, Bo Shaojin's calm eyes glanced outside through the car window. His pupils narrowed slightly, just for a moment, and his face returned to normal.

is her.

Bo Cheng's girlfriend.

It's because he has such a good memory that he still has an impression after seeing it once. Assistant Lin, who was driving in front, noticed the subtle atmosphere in the car and asked out of curiosity, "Mr. Bo, what's the matter?"

"No."

Bo Shaojin had already leaned on his seat and closed his cold eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Assistant Lin stopped speaking and just thought it was his own overthinking.

On this day, An Yin arrived at the school dormitory after nine o'clock.

After coming back, I sent a message to Mama An to report that I was safe, then dragged my tired body, washed up, and fell asleep.

Life continued calmly, and An Yin liked this kind of ordinary life.

After class, An Yin and Jiang Keke made an appointment to go to the cafeteria for lunch together.

On the way, An Yin took out her mobile phone and said, "Keke, you go in first, I'll call my mother."

For some reason, she always felt a little uneasy during class today.

"Okay, then come quickly." Jiang Keke smiled sweetly and agreed readily.

An Yin smiled back and nodded.

On the school forest path, An Yin's thin and beautiful face attracted many people's attention.

Especially the boys, who looked at her eyes with admiration and amazement, but no one dared to disturb her. Her beauty was like a stunning fairy from a classical painting, delicate yet fragile, which made people unable to bear to blaspheme and could only Watch from a distance.

An Yin has no idea of ​​his "influence".

As no one answered the phone, An Yin became more and more anxious.

The third time she dialed the phone, no one answered after it rang four or five times. Just when she was about to give up, the call was finally connected.

"Mom, why didn't you answer for a long time..."

Before An Yin finished speaking, he was interrupted by a male voice.

"Hello, I'm not your mother."

An Yin's heart tightened and her whole body froze. She didn't realize that her words were shaking, "Who are you? Why are you holding my mother's cell phone?"

"You are Ms. An Ying's daughter, I am her attending doctor..."

The doctor then said a lot of words, and An Yin stood there blankly, listening quietly, feeling his head "buzzing" as if in a dream, so unreal.

Her voice was not heard on the other side of the phone, and she shouted repeatedly before An Yin came back to her senses.

"Doctor...sir, I'll be right over."

Her voice was somewhat forbearing, suppressing her crying.

The doctor on the phone couldn't bear it, but still told her the specific address and bed number.

After hanging up the phone, An Yin was like a headless fly, looking at the roads ahead with tearful eyes...

A tall and handsome boy stepped forward unknowingly, "Classmate, what's wrong with you?" Su Yifeng asked with concern on his face.

An Yin felt cold all over, and what the doctor said just now kept echoing in his mind.

"Your mother just had the surgery, so it's not a good time to answer the phone now."

Just finished the surgery.

surgery.

Last time she came home, her mother's health seemed to be in good condition. Why did she suddenly undergo surgery?

"Mom..." An Yin seemed to be living in his own world and did not feel that there was a boy standing next to him.

She kept murmuring, "Mom, mom..."

Her face was full of fear and confusion, and her clear eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, making her beautiful face look even more endearing.

(End of this chapter)