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

Chapter 575 Whereabouts
"Yeah." Meng Heming put down the newspaper in his hand and said in a deep voice.

Uncle Ma said no more. There was no room for maneuver on what the master had decided.

"I'll go talk to the doctor." Uncle Ma looked melancholy.

In the eyes of the attending physician, Meng Heming was probably a disobedient patient. Over the years, he had never taken care of his body.

After Uncle Ma left, there was only one person left in the ward.

Meng Heming got out of bed. Wearing a hospital gown, he did not look sick at all. Instead, he had an indescribable aloofness and clarity.

Coming to the French window, looking down at the densely packed buildings and crisscrossing roads downstairs, the gloom in his eyes gradually turned dark.

"buzzing"

In the cold ward, the cell phone made a harsh vibration sound, which was particularly harsh in this quiet ward.

Meng Heming turned around, walked to the bedside, picked up his old mobile phone, and after seeing the caller ID, his brows frowned slightly and his whole body unconsciously stiffened. The phone in his hand was still vibrating. After ringing a few times, he finally picked up the phone.

"Something?" His voice was distant and cold.

"Dad!" Meng Sihan's excited voice came through the phone. Perhaps he didn't expect the other party to answer the call. "Will you, will you go to the Bo family to attend the dinner today?"

Meng Sihan said cautiously.

Meng Heming sat down on the leather chair next to him, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Are you trying to find out my whereabouts?"

"I dare not." Meng Sihan spoke faster.

After Meng Sihan finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two became weird.

Both parties were silent for a long time. Finally, Meng Sihan took the lead in breaking the awkward situation. "You are very good at work. Go ahead and do what you want to do. I won't interfere."

The significance of Meng Heming's words is very important to Meng Sihan.

As the person in charge of Meng's group, Meng Heming has begun to hand over some important projects in the company to Meng Sihan in recent years. Not only that, he has also supported him openly and secretly. At first, Meng Sihan did not realize his father's good intentions. On the contrary, when he was fighting with enemies in the business world, he could always feel that there was a pair of hands helping him invisibly. After he made a career in the business world, Meng Sihan relied on his own connections to find out who was helping him behind the scenes.

It is true that his father treated him coldly, but it is also true that he helped him to succeed. Under this contradiction, Meng Sihan's feelings towards his father became complicated.

Love and hate.

Even after the call was hung up, Meng Sihan's broad palm was still tightly holding the phone.

Meng family villa.

Xu Ming stood beside her son nervously. When she saw the other party hung up the phone, she asked anxiously, "How is it going? Is your father going?"

Xu Ming was thin, with dry hair, and her lifeless eyes were occasionally dull, making her look different from ordinary people.

"Mom, he didn't give a direct answer." Meng Sihan lowered his eyes, still thinking about the meaning of his father's last words.

"He is always mysterious. Even when facing you, he refuses to tell the truth."

Xu Ming took a step back with a lonely look on her face. When she staggered, Meng Sihan quickly supported her.

"Mom." Meng Sihan originally wanted to persuade his mother to be more open-minded, but after seeing her dazed look, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. After helping her to sit down on the sofa, he brought a cup of tea and handed it to her, "Mom, have some tea." When she heard her son's voice, Xu Ming, who was originally stunned, turned her head and her eyes fell on her son.

Meng Sihan was tall, and from her perspective, she had to look up to see her son who was so close to her. Xu Ming seemed to see the young and frivolous Meng Heming. Her pupils gradually widened and she kept murmuring.

"Crane's cry."

"Heming, don't go, can you go home? Heming"

She stretched out her hands and hugged the other person's waist tightly. The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she was using all her strength on the other person.

Meng Sihan looked at his mother who had lost control and immediately cast a look at the servant not far away.

Within a minute, the family doctor came over with a medicine box.

Meng Sihan comforted his mother and went back to his room.

When he came out of his mother's bedroom, he saw a familiar figure pacing back and forth in the hall. Meng Sihan stood in front of the spiral staircase and was about to avoid the other person and turn away, but the other person saw him with sharp eyes.

"Sihan!" Madam Su walked towards Meng Sihan with a smile, "Is your mother sick again?"

Mrs. Su has been coming to the Meng family quite frequently during this period. She has some understanding of some of the changes in Xu Ming's body. Even the servants of the Meng family would occasionally reveal some things about the Meng family.

"Aunt." Compared to Madam Su's enthusiasm, Meng Sihan looked expressionless, as if he was not very welcome to Madam Su's arrival. "Mom has gone to bed."

"Then I came at a bad time." Seeing the other party's indifferent expression, Madam Su restrained her smile, "Since my sister is asleep, I have nothing to do anyway, so why don't we chat."

Mrs. Su was feeling very panicked when she said this. Although the man in front of her was her nephew, the relationship between them was not close. As he got older, she felt a sense of oppression when getting along with him.

"Aunt, I have something to do later."

"Oh." Mrs. Su's face fell, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She was trying hard to maintain a calm image and it was about to fail. "Then I'll go back first, you are busy."

"I'm sorry for the poor hospitality."

"No, it's okay." Mrs. Su raised a stiff smile, then turned and walked away quickly, and her face turned gloomy in an instant.

Only after she walked out of the gate of the Meng family villa did she stop and rolled her eyes at the nearby building, cursing indignantly, "Little ungrateful wolf!"

The driver, Lao Hu, was waiting outside. Seeing her angry face, he hurried forward and opened the back door.

It was not until the car started that Lao Hu spoke, "Madam, are we going home?"

"What else?" Madam Su glanced at the back of the driver's head. "I had originally planned to take my sister to the birthday party of the old lady of the Bo family. As the wife of the Meng family, she must have an invitation. In the end, we didn't even meet the person, and we were even treated like an ungrateful bastard..."

When it came to the key point, Mrs. Su quickly shut up. After all, being alienated by her own nephew was not a glorious thing, and she still had to rely on the relationship with the Meng family. She couldn't let others know that she and her nephew were not getting along well.

So, she could only swallow her grievances.

"Go home." Mrs. Su adjusted her tone and said listlessly.

"Okay, ma'am."

In fact, the Su family also received an invitation, but there was only one. Su Jianteng specifically gave this opportunity to his eldest son, hoping that his eldest son could make more friends who would be beneficial to the Su family at Mrs. Bo's banquet.