I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The coffin shop arrived soon, and An wanted to lead An Zimo down.

In the past few years, this coffin shop looks even more dilapidated, and An Zimo can't help but doubt what he sees. Could this be the place to sell the bed?

Ann wanted to open the door and walked in. Two paper men leaned slantingly on either side of the door. The room was dim. The boss had nothing to do, sitting on a wicker chair with a cigarette and flipping through the newspaper.

"The guests want to see for themselves, the coffin urns are available."

An wanted to look around, "Boss, can you customize it? I want a children's version."

Children's...

The boss looked up from the newspaper and stared at An's face for a long time. The coffin shop had guests coming and going every day, and he only had an impression of this face.

Soon, the boss noticed An Zimo next to him.

"Order a coffin according to his size." An wanted to show his boss the pictures saved in advance, "I want this cartoon pattern, it will be very cute."

boss:"."

Is this girl serious?

"The price is easy to say, please choose the best material." Children have delicate skin, and nothing can save money for coffins.

The boss can say that he is also someone who has seen strong winds and waves. Although he feels that Anxiang has some problems in his mind, he is rich and does not make a bastard, not to mention Peppa Pig, and Dragon Ball can tattoo you.

After paying the payment and leaving the address, An Xiang left the coffin shop with ease.

"The coffin will be ready in a few days." An wanted to pat the back of An Zimo's round head, "Momo don't worry, you can sleep with your mother anytime."

Who is in a hurry?

Who wants to sleep with you?

After two days, An Zimo's receptive ability became stronger and stronger. Although he felt that the coffin was still sick, he quickly accepted this reality.

It's not just sleeping in a coffin, it's better than sleeping in a childish crib.

**

The next thing they are going to is the Xingcheng Commercial Building.

The children's clothing area is on the first floor, separated by floor-to-ceiling glass windows, colorful and dazzling with various styles of children's clothing.

Almost every girl has a dress-up dream in her heart, and An Xiang is no exception.

She excitedly pulled An Zimo into one of them, and took off all the little cowboys, pants, and various coats and T-shirts on the shelf.

"Momo give it a try." An Xiang held his clothes, looking at him with gleaming eyes.

An Zimo did not move.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the fundus of the eyes was vaguely mixed with repulsion.

Obviously, he didn't like it.

The look in her eyes was like a head of cold water pouring her head down, instantly making An want to linger, her lips murmured, her tone low: "Momo doesn't want to try, don't try." She doesn't like to force children to do things she doesn't like, even though she is disappointed. I didn't make it difficult. The happiness of the son is more important than the happiness of the adults.

"Hello, help me choose some sizes that suit him, and then wrap them all up." An Xiang picked a few more pairs of shoes by the way, and piled up big and small bags.

After she paid the payment, the shopping guide said: "We provide free express service. If the lady is inconvenient, we can ship the things directly to your residence."

"Then trouble you."

It's not early, and almost all the things that should be bought are finished. An wants to take An Zimo out for a meal and then go to the milk tea shop.

Pedestrians come and go in the commercial building, and the gate is close in front of you.

She lowered her head and saw only the hair vortex on the top of An Zimo's head, and she didn't need to think about it to know that the child's expression was cold at the moment.

"Is Mo Mo really not what I want?" An wanted to stop, pointing to the toys in the next window, "Look at those, you can do whatever you want."

An Zimo's eyes swept away, his eyes frozen.

"Mecha Warrior" linkage mech, priced at 388.

The red and white mecha toy is sealed in a plastic box with an animated LOGO printed on it.

His eyes are empty, memories occupy his mind.

[An Zimo, you dare to steal money! ! ]

[What toys are you playing with as an adult! ]

[I let you play! ]

She waved, and hit his head again and again with the toy.

An Zimo La looked back, lowered her head and slowly pulled out her hand from An Xiang's palm.

For him, there is nothing in this world that he can like.

Staring at the thin figure walking alone in front, Ann wanted to blink, turning her head to the toy thoughtfully.

"Momo!"

An wanted to chase him and stop him, bending over to stare at those dark but dark eyes: "There is a shop selling ice cream over there. Mom will buy you one. Can you wait for me while you eat?" I'm afraid he won't. An Xin, An Xiang added another sentence, "I want to go to the bathroom."

An Zimo did not express acceptance or resistance.

She led An Zimo back again, delivered the ice cream she bought to him, and finally placed him on the lounge chair.

An Xiang squatted, rubbing her furry hair with her warm palms, and her smile was light and gentle: "Then wait for mom, and mom will be back soon. Remember not to go with strangers."

An Zimo licked the ice cream, saw An Xiang's figure go away, and quickly retracted his gaze.

Fool.

The toilet is not in that direction at all.

I can't help but want to throw him away.

The strawberry-flavored ice cream was too sweet and greasy. He had never liked greasy sweets, frowned, got up and threw it into the trash can in front of him. As soon as he turned around, an old man who didn't know where he came from crouched halfway in front of him.

The old man was simple in clothes and kind, and at this time he pulled An Zimo with a bitter expression: "My baby, grandma has a stomachache, can you help grandma sit there for a while?"

An Zimo cast a sullen face away from the old man's hand, and said two words coldly: "No."

What he refused was as simple as it was. The old man probably hadn’t seen this kind of child. He was taken aback and immediately took out a bag of candies from his pocket: "My dear, do you want to eat this? This candies is delicious. ."

An Zimo put his hands in his pockets, unmoved.

He bypassed the old man and walked forward. Because of his height, he couldn't see the way clearly, and his forehead directly knocked on a long leg.

An Zimo hummed softly in his throat, raised his head and stared at the people fiercely.

"Don't go, baby!"

The old lady was still chasing after her.

An Zimo was very upset and said to the person who was hit: "This is a personal trafficker. If you have a mobile phone, please contact the police."

He didn't want to pay attention to the human trafficker with extremely low deception, but he was too entangled.

The old lady didn't expect to be seen through so quickly, her waist no longer sore, her legs no longer hurt, and Sa Yazi ran towards the door.

"security guard-!"

"Hurry up and catch that person!"

Hearing the call, the security guards patrolling around reacted quickly and subdued the people with one move.

An Zimo retracted his gaze and sat back to his original position.

The two people hadn't left just now, so they stayed where they were staring at him. An Zimo raised his eyes, his eyes collided head-on with the man headed.

His eyes are like wild beasts, which contrasts sharply with the coldness of the man's eyes.

The assistant stood behind and reminded him: "President Pei, the meeting is about to begin, this kid..." He looked at An Zimo carefully, and felt that he looked like President Pei inexplicably.

No, it can't.

The assistant's cold sweat came down in an instant, and their President Pei was pure-hearted, how could he have such a big son.

However, there are many similar people in the world, not to mention that this child is not expensive at all. It is probably just a coincidence.

The assistant who figured it out was relieved immediately.

Pei Yizhou's eyelids drooped and raised his wrists, with less than five minutes left before the meeting began.

"You stay here." He has a quiet voice, "ask where his parents are. If you get lost with your family, you can go directly to the security room."

"Okay, then I'll be there later." The assistant responded and walked directly to An Zimo.

Pei Yizhou glanced at the poorly colored child on the chair for the last time, and the expression of repelling vigilance inexplicably made him feel happy. He retracted his gaze and walked directly into the elevator under those gazes.

A moment after Pei Yizhou left, An wanted to come back.