I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

Pei Yizhou signed up and came back soon, and An Zimo stood by with the number plate and waited quietly.

The rules for participating in this mental arithmetic competition are very simple. The host invites two children to come to the stage according to the number of the contest. The host gives five math questions. Whoever answers the fastest and answers the most is considered a winner. Enter the next round and finally get The winner can get a learning machine.

Parents are very interested in this activity. There are many people who sign up for their children, the oldest is eight years old and the youngest is four or five years old. The topic presented by the host is very simple. They are all addition and subtraction within two digits. When they are young, they only have problems like seven plus eight.

This kind of arithmetic undoubtedly insulted An Zimo's IQ. He felt very mentally handicapped. When he thought of going to the stage later, he felt that he couldn't make a living.

But…

Mother likes the little tiger behind.

That little yellow tiger is very similar to the one she once drew. Does this mean that my mother still remembers him in the depths of her memory?

In a trance, the host called him and another child by the names.

An Zimo is about to take the stage, and An wants to hold him nervously: "Momo, it doesn't matter, don't be nervous."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows, freed An Xiang's hand and walked up.

She curled up ten fingers, and she secreted light sweat on her forehead. An Xiang and An Zimo have not been together for a long time. Through the details, he knows that he is a child with very strong self-esteem. The shopping mall on Saturday is surrounded by many people, and the hall is full of people. QAQ.

Suddenly, An Xiang started to feel distressed, and even wanted to tear her son off.

son? ?

An Xiang was taken aback by his own thoughts, put away cautiously, and looked at the stage intently.

An Zimo wears a striped shirt and a pair of shorts. Standing tall and straight, he has an outstanding temperament. His black hair is soft against his forehead, his skin is white, his facial features are delicate, and his dark pupils are like ebony jade. a painting.

His appearance immediately attracted a large number of people's attention, and many passers-by stopped to watch.

An Xiang was very worried that the children would be stage fright or nervous, but he did not. He stood beside the host calmly accepting a few eyes, and even gave An Xiang a soothing look. The calm response looks distinct from the anxious and nervous boys next to him. Compared.

"The two kids introduce yourself first, how about starting with you?"

The host first interviewed the person next to An Zimo. The chubby man holding the microphone blushed with a thick neck and mumbled for a long time before he finished introducing himself. The cute and charming model caused a kind of laughter.

The host then handed the microphone to An Zimo: "Where is this little baby? What's your name."

"An Zimo."

"Did your mother let you participate in this game?"

An Zimo expressionlessly said, "I want to give my mother a gift."

Moderator: "Do you want to give the first one to mom?"

An Zimo frowned, "I can take the first place anytime, but the tiger behind only has the chance today."

"!!!"

What a mad tone!

What is the first place can be taken anytime! Is it so arrogant at a young age?

I have to say that An Zimo has indeed caught the attention of others.

Ann wanted to cover her face embarrassedly, so the kid really went up for her? I have to say a little touched.

"...Your Momo is strange." An Xiang couldn't help but complain with Pei Yizhou.

The man smiled faintly: "This is not floating, this is strength."

Ann thought: "?"

What's the matter, is your family so bloated?

At this time, the host allowed the two children to sit, and there was a red button in front of them. Whoever thought of the answer could just press the bell to answer. After the countdown, the first question appeared on the small screen behind him—

[1617=? ]

An Zimo rang the bell when another kid was reading the question, so fast that he didn't think: "33."

This kind of arithmetic problem is naturally not difficult for adults and not too difficult for smart children, but An Zimo answered quickly and still received a lot of praise.

Soon comes the second question.

[3318=? ]

An Zimo rang the bell again, quite boring: "51."

[78-19=? ]

"59."

[785496-5879653457=? ]

"Wait, this topic is mistyped..."

Before the voice was over, An Zimo's bell rang again, without hesitation: "200988."

The host was stunned, and silently took out the computer, and the answer was the same as An Zimo.

There was no sound at all.

Ann Xiang was shocked, a four-year-old kid... how good at mental arithmetic? Could it be that Mo Mo is a genius? ! !

"Uncle, can you hurry up?"

An Zimo wanted to take the little tiger home quickly, but the silence of the host made him urge him. But when he saw the stunned eyes in the audience, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Uncle, these topics are a bit too simple for me. Then, you give me a bunch of numbers, and then call someone else. Given a string of numbers, I can give the answer to addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within one second. If I get the correct answer, give me the tiger at the back. Of course, the brother next to me can participate in another contest. After all, this is not for him. It's fair."

It is very unfair to play against a genius.

The host has never seen such a child, and even the host has never seen such an arrogant four-year-old. His remarks indeed aroused the host’s desire to challenge, and the crowd surrounded the audience for several times. .

The host asked: "As long as the number can be?"

An Zimo nodded: "Well, any number as long as the phone number is fine."

The host patted his thigh and gave the phone number directly, and then let passers-by give the phone number. An Zimo only glanced, and calmly gave the answers to the addition and subtraction, multiplication and division of two strings of numbers.

The answers are all correct.

He gave the answer quickly, as if he hadn't thought at all.

An Zimo held the winning tiger and came to An Xiang's side, passing by: "Here."

An Xiang still looked at him blankly.

"Actually, I'm a genius." An Zimo flaunted quite proudly, "IQ one hundred and five."

He had never regarded his IQ as pride before, but now, he is honored that these little wisdom can become the pride of his mother. He will grow up by her side, become a world-renowned pharmacologist, and become her best son.

An Xiang stupidly took the little tiger, looking at the little tiger's silly expression, something seemed to break out of the ground deep in his head.

An Zimo didn't pay attention to the sight from all directions, and naturally took An Xiang's hand: "Let's go, let's go eat."

Ann thought: "..." hiccups.

"By the way, you don't need to take online classes in the future, I will teach you."

Ann thought: "..."

An Zimo: "I can't see your online class for a long time, what you teach."

Ann thought: "..."

Passerby: "..."

This is a genius! !

***

An Xiang was still in a daze until she went home. When An Zimo disappeared behind the door, she suddenly woke up, hugged the tiger in one hand, and took Pei Yizhou back to the bedroom with the other hand.

"What's the matter with the kids?!"

Pei Yizhou smiled calmly, and his expression was extremely An Zimo.

Ann wanted to clutch her chest, "He, is he really a genius?"

Pei Yizhou: "It's just a little clever."

Kind of?

Mortal wisdom? ?

Mr. Pei, do you have any misunderstandings about being clever?

When tutoring An Zimo, she never expected him to be so smart. The questions he asked were all simple addition and subtraction methods, and he answered normally. The reason why An Xiang feels normal is because he sometimes makes two mistakes and asks her to explain.

Thinking about it now, the kid was clearly on purpose!

An wants to think back to the past with a deep face, so the question is, why did An Zimo deliberately make a mistake?

"He didn't tell me before. When I taught him the problem, he would still make a mistake and let me explain it to him. Since he knows how to do it, why didn't he tell me, is it afraid that I don't like him?"

Ann thought it was possible.

It is said that some children are regarded as monsters because they are too smart. Perhaps An Zimo is afraid of her rejection, so he pretends to get along with her like ordinary children.

Pei Yizhou said slowly: "Maybe he wants to get closer to you."

"Hey?"

"He just wanted to find an excuse to talk to you." Pei Yizhou rubbed An Xiang's hair lightly, her eyes deep, "Think about it, Zimo cares about you very much. He has been thinking of you after you leave, so... don't push Drive him."

An Zimo is sensitive and fragile, and his soul cannot suffer any harm.

Ann wanted to hold the little tiger in her hand, frowning slightly.

"...But I don't remember anything."

"You don't need to remember." Pei Yizhou hugged her and said, "As long as you are by our side forever."

The man's chest is broad and strong, and his arms are strong. Sniffing the cold and pleasant smell of his body, An Xiang's thoughts flickered, his head couldn't help rubbing against him, and the pointed fangs came out again dishonestly.

Pei Yizhou could feel the tip of the girl's small teeth. He pressed his lips and pressed his smile, teasing in a mute voice: "Did you think about it?"

An Xiang blushed, stomped on the soles of his feet, and muttered, "Rogue."

"Obviously you were the first to be the gangster to me." Pei Yizhou recalled his chin, and pressed his warm lips lightly, "...the wicked person first filed a complaint."

An Xiang fought back twice with pretentious restraint. However, the man was too sweet and his abdominal muscles were too sexy. She was controlled and proactively leaned forward to kiss for a long time.

Seeing that he wanted to hug her and roll into the coffin again, An Xiang hurriedly stopped, panting, don't start: "Don't, the child is still outside..."

"It's okay, the nanny will come and cook later."

"..." An Xiang dumbly, "That, that door..."

Pei Yizhou was serious: "You were locked up when you came in."

Ann thought: "..."

Ann thought: "......!!!"

Dog men don't plan ahead!

Dog men are full of yellow waste! !

An wanted to be unable to withstand Pei Yizhou's attack, and eventually rolled into the coffin with him.

After finishing a hearse, An Xiang was exhausted.

Pei Yizhou is completely different from her. He is like a male vixen who lives on a woman's insidiousness. He is refreshed and radiant every time he finishes. He obviously exercises more, but every time he suffers, he is peaceful.

Ann wanted to lie down in the coffin and groan, her eyes still red after crying.

Pei Yizhou didn't seem to see the resentment in her eyes, and took the computer and started processing the files.

"I saw something online before."

"Huh?" Pei Yizhou didn't look away from the computer screen, he faintly hmmed in response.

"They said that I drew a cartoon, which seems to have something to do with children. What kind of cartoon is it?"

Pei Yizhou is a celebrity, and her popularity is not lower than that of small traffic. Even if she does not often go online, she can see information and comments about Pei Yizhou from various places. One of them is to urge the update of the comics.

Pei Yizhou paused with her fingertips, picked up her mobile phone to log in to an account, and finally threw it to her: "You can watch it by yourself."

An Xiang glanced at him suspiciously, lying on the bed and flipping through Weibo.

This is a completely unfamiliar account. The ID name is "Thinking Catfish". Not much content is posted. They are all drawn lists or works. She noticed that a work is very famous, called "I Picked Up a Little Tiger", and every update has tens of thousands of comments.

The update stayed more than half a year ago, and the unpredictable breaks caused blockbuster readers to cry, and all kinds of speculations emerged one after another.

Ann wanted to read every comic carefully, and found that it was indeed her handwriting.

"I... I painted Momo?"

"Ok."

An Xiang was deeply shocked.

"Zimo said that this is your mother and son's daily life, and I have shown it off many times."

Pei Yizhou finished talking and laughed.

An Zimo likes to be jealous with him, throwing these things in front of him many times to show off, but every time he finishes showing off, he is only sad.

Those cartoons shocked An Xiang.

She felt familiar, but she didn't know where she was, and her head hurt as if it exploded. Ann wanted to drop her phone, clutching her hot forehead and grunting with a headache.

Pei Yizhou hurriedly stopped working and came over, worried: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a headache."

Pei Yizhou sighed softly: "If you don't remember, don't think about it. We are fine now."

When the headache eased, An Xiang looked at him pale.

"Pei Yizhou, did I love you very much before?" There is no memory in her mind, but she has unspeakable feelings for them in her bones. She thought that she should care about them very much.

Pei Yizhou shook his head: "You love Momo very much. As for whether you love me or not... Then I don't know."

This is a bit wronged, An wants to tilt his head and think for a few seconds, holding Pei Yizhou's handsome face with both hands, "I think I should love you very much, too."

"Ok?"

Ann thought, "Otherwise I won't marry you."

Pei Yizhou smiled and said, "Really?"

Ann thought: "Really!"

She felt trust when she first saw Pei Yizhou, which was an inexplicable feeling. An Xiang originally couldn't figure out why, but now he finally understands. She used to...should like Pei Yizhou a lot.

After all, Pei Yizhou is sweet, and his abdominal muscles are still so easy to touch.

"Then do you like me?" She looked at him with big eyes, and was full of serious questions.

Pei Yizhou supported the coffin with one arm, leaned forward and pecked at her lips, "My soul was born for you."

An thought for a moment, then blushed, the bird in her heart jumped wildly, her eyes full of joy that could not be hidden.

"Hey, don't think too much, I will continue to work."

An wants to lie on the coffin and look at Pei Yizhou, who is serious about his work: "Pei Yizhou."

"Well, I am."

"Do you want to come and sleep with me?"

"...???"

An Xiang blinked, her long curly hair strewn over her shoulders, and a little red plum on her white collarbone, pure and seductive.

Pei Yizhou turned his pen a few times, and after a battle between heaven and man, he didn't hesitate to throw away his work and rushed to Xiaojiao's wife, and rolled into the coffin with her.

An wanted to be kissed and panted, and her little hand pushed away the man who was moving with difficulty: "You, don't you, I just sleep in the literal sense."

Pei Yizhou stopped suddenly, "Oh." He opened the coffin board blankly, "Then I will continue to work."

Ann wanted to be dumbfounded, and after a while hurriedly took his arm, "Don't don't, don't go." She still wanted to touch the handsome guy's beautiful abdominal muscles to sleep~

"..."

An wanted to think about it for a few seconds, and was embarrassed to discuss with him: "One more time, more will not work." She has a sore back and back, if it weren't for the beauty of a man, she wouldn't be happy once.

Pei Yizhou stared at her deeply, and those faint eyes staring at her made An Xiang flustered and aggrieved.

She really just wanted to sleep with her husband!

Huh...

Men are big trotters.

I don't know how long it took, and a narrow chuckle came from my ear.

Pei Yizhou hugged An Xiang tightly in his arms, circling her like a child.

He kissed her hair, and his voice was soft and soft: "You lied to you, go to sleep."

"Then...don't do it?" An Xiang still had some doubts, couldn't believe that he became so fast.

Pei Yizhou: "I don't object if you want to do it."

"..."

"!!!"

An Xiang immediately closed her eyes tightly in fright.

She walked around for a day, and Pei Yizhou spent all her energy again, and soon fell into a dream. When Pei Yizhou coaxed his little wife to sleep and was about to continue processing the files, the phone next to the pillow did not ring properly, and the caller ID was displayed as—

[Brother Ze]

With a Ling Ran expression on Pei Yizhou, he slowly pulled his arm away from An Xiang's head, and entered the bathroom holding the phone.

He pressed to switch on, and a gentle voice came from the microphone: "Think about it, why didn't you tell me when you got married?"

A sneer appeared on Pei Yizhou's face, and he said coldly: "Why do you want to tell you."

An Yanze obviously didn't expect Pei Yizhou to answer the call. He pondered for a moment, and his tone was not as peaceful as before: "Dong Pei, please return the phone to my sister."

Pei Yizhou said: "I said how could An Heyuan leave the inheritance to think about, so is this your new premeditated? Use the inheritance as an excuse to approach An Xiang again, let her take off guard against you, and re-take you Think of it as a good brother. Tsk, President Ann has a good calculation."

An Yanze breathed heavily, as if trying to suppress his anger.

Pei Yizhou didn't want to save him any face, and said in a cold tone: "But you don't need to worry about it in the future. Think about my rightful wife now. I also hope that you will be careful and keep your distance, so as not to disturb our family's life. ."

Pei Yizhou understood that An Yanze would not give up so easily, so he thought that An wanted to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate, and then took pictures and posted Weibo afterwards. In fact, that Weibo was for An Yanze to see. As expected, An Yanze did not give up.

After he hung up the phone, Pei Yizhou received a message from An Yanze on his cell phone.

[mean. ]

Pei Yizhou replied: [Same for you. ]

He blacked An Yanze's number and lay back next to An Xiang again.

Pei Yizhou's movements awakened An Xiang. The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a vague tone: "Why are you going?"

Pei Yizhou looked hesitant, and his tone was much lower: "...Your brother called you just now."

An Xiang suddenly sobered up: "Brother Ze?"

"Yeah." Pei Yizhou's expression is even more ugly, "he said..."

"What did he say?"

Pei Yizhou sighed quietly and turned his back to her: "He didn't say anything." His tone was extremely low and gloomy.

An Xiang realized that something was wrong, got up and pushed Pei Yizhou: "You told me, what did An Yanze tell you?"

Yes, I didn't call my brother, just An Yanze.

Pei Yizhou endured the feeling of wanting to laugh, her eyelashes trembled with loss, "he said..." Pei Yizhou glanced at her, then turned her head away, "Forget it, I am afraid that it will affect the relationship between your brothers and sisters. After all, I am just your husband, An Yan Ze is your close family member by blood."

"???"

Why does this sound so yin and yang?

Recalling the words An Yanze and An Heyuan said, An Xiang felt a little bit in his heart, and his face turned pale: "Did An Yanze let me leave you?"

Pei Yizhou said in a low voice: "Almost."

"Where is the difference?"

"He said that I lied to you, not worthy of you, and that you will return to Anjia sooner or later."

An Xiang's face changed again and again.

These words really seem to be said by An Yanze.

She couldn't figure it out, she and An Yanze clearly talked about it, why he disturbed her life again!

"Think about it, I think your brother is weird to you." He held An Xiang's wrist tightly, showing a trace of trepidation, "Will you abandon our father and son because of him?"

Ann wanted to take a breath, "Don't talk nonsense! We are brothers and sisters!"

wrong.

She wants to be brothers and sisters with An Yanze, but An Yanze may not want to be brothers and sisters with her.

Thinking about it carefully, An Yanze completely used circuitous tactics!

First send her ID card and household registration to let her relax, then give her the inheritance to win her trust, and then it is natural to get closer. It's just that he didn't expect that she would suddenly marry Pei Yizhou, so he called in the middle of the night.

The more Ann thought about it, the more possible it became.

"I, I'd better return the things to him!" An Xiang frowned. She couldn't accept such a perverted relationship. Instead of entangled in it, she would rather break it up. She would never return to An's house anyway.

"No." Pei Yizhou said, "You are An Heyuan's biological daughter, and you should get all these properties."

"Then... what do you want to do?"

Pei Yizhou stroked her face: "We just need to make him give up."

Ann wanted to listen to him quietly.

"We will have a wedding in a month, would you like it?"

Ann wanted to swallow a mouthful of saliva, and nodded slowly: "Yes."

Pei Yizhou chuckled her lips and smiled, hugging her and lay back in the coffin, "When the time comes, we will personally invite Mr. An."

Ann thought about her eyelashes trembling, and suddenly felt...she was wearing a sleeve again.

***

There are many things to prepare for the wedding, and Pei Yizhou went to find someone to prepare for it the next day. He was worried that An Yanze would act secretly, and specially sent a group of bodyguards to protect An Xiang, and arranged a few eyeliners to stare at An Yanze all the time.

As for An Xiang, staying at home every day to study and prepare for the exam, An Zimo, as he said before, actually became her little teacher.

An Xiang was not willing to let An Zimo teach at first, and after he talked a few questions, he completely knelt down to the children.

An Zimo did speak better than the online class teacher.

An Xiang listened to the class honestly, took the initiative to ask questions when encountered problems, and took the initiative to accept criticisms when he made mistakes. The identities of the two were completely exchanged.

only…

She is much stupid!

An Zimo is very patient, telling her many questions over and over again, even if An wants to understand it, he won't scold him, and is gentle enough to make An Xiang feel guilty.

"Baby, you should scold me, or use a ruler." As he said, An wanted to pass a ruler.

An Zimo stared at the ruler and laughed out: "Mom, I don't hit people."

An Xiang looked disappointed: "I'm stupid."

"Mom is not stupid." An Zimo stretched out his hand and patted An Xiang's head, soothing in a childish voice, "Mom's cleverness is playing outside, so you can't learn it. You will do it when it comes back."

"..."

No.

My little clever is not playing outside.

My cleverness is dead outside! !

She is a fool!

Ann wanted to lie on the table and cried aggrievedly.