I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

An wanted to calm down quickly after crying, and wiped away tears at will. A pair of red and swollen eyes stared at An Zimo, her tone of voice was never before: "You and I...and I go to Mr. Pei to apologize."

An Zimo recovered from his astonishment, turned his face away, as always stubborn and stubborn, "Don't go."

"An Zimo." An Xiang broke the little face forcibly, forcing him to look at himself, "I don't allow you to grow into an impolite and vicious child. If you don't apologize to me, then I will do it right now. Take you to the outside hall and spank you."

"you dare?!"

Ann wants to be even more horizontal than him: "Do you think I dare."

An Zimo never accepts threats, but facing those open eyes at this time, he can't help but retreat in his heart.

She dared to spank him today, so she dared to spank him at outsiders.

After all... she hadn't hit him in front of outsiders before.

An Zimo's heart was half cold.

He didn't understand what he had done wrong. It was the strange man who took care of his business first; he was aggressive first, and all his actions at the time were rational.

If yelling is wrong, then everyone who sells vegetables on the street must apologize to him.

"Last few seconds, do you want to go?"

An Zimo made a cut, grinded her teeth hard, and finally reluctantly accepted, "Go and go, I'll change my clothes." He said, "You can't let people change clothes, right?"

They are all wearing swimsuits now, so they really can't go to see guests like this.

An wanted to let go of An Zimo, first went back to the house and put on clean clothes, blowing her hair half-dry at will, and pulling An Zimo to the 17th building where Pei Yizhou lived.

From one to twenty are VIP high-end districts, An Xiang was stopped just after he passed.

"Sorry, please show your VIP card."

An wants to look inside: "I'm looking for Mr. Pei Yizhou Pei, is he inside now?"

"Mr. Pei has gone to the racecourse. If you want to find him, you can rent a car."

The manor is large and the horse farm is too far away from the residence. To ensure the convenience of tourists, environmentally friendly and quiet convertibles are set up everywhere inside.

An Zimo sternly said, "Let's not go there anymore." As soon as the voice fell, he was taken a thoughtful eye knife.

He was silent, and his aversion to his mother got closer.

An wanted to thank him, so he rented a car casually and sat in with An Zimo in his arms.

The car is very comfortable to sit on.

While shaking, the resentment in An Zimo's heart reached its culmination. Thinking back to the man's overly outstanding face and expensive outfit, he suddenly realized something and his face was stunned.

"You didn't let me go over and apologize at all." An Zimo put his cheek in one hand, his immature childlike voice was sarcastic and mean, "You just want to take this opportunity to get close to that man, right?"

An Xiang pursed her lips, her expression colder than before.

"You see that he is rich, so he used me as a guise, and finally seized the opportunity. Don't let it go for nothing."

An Zimo promised that the vast majority of people in this world are greedy for vanity.

In this life, Anxiang can no longer use him as a tool to make money. In this case, he always has to find another cash machine. Think carefully about that person is the best choice.

An Xiang's silent expression is the best answer.

He felt like he was hit, snickered and adjusted the volume of the mind reading technique to the highest level. He wanted to hear her panic and embarrassed for the first time, so he would take this to ironic once more by the way.

But-

[Why can my son think of this level? I really am a fool, I didn't even think of what he could think of. ]

[Is the son actually a genius? ]

[Does a three-year-old kid say such things? ]

An Xiang looked at An Zimo's eyes suddenly revealing a bit of inquiry.

He chilled in his back and slowly moved his little head away.

[Forget it, it's probably because I watched too many TV shows. ]

[Sure enough to teach him well. ]

"Momo, mom doesn't want others to hate you."

An Zimo frowned, "Does anyone hate me? What does it have to do with me."

"I don't want others to think of you when they are ignorant of etiquette." An wanted to touch his head, "You are obviously...very well-behaved."

Mo Mo is very well-behaved.

She knew that he might not like the coffin, but he still slept with her; he was afraid to trouble her, so he was young and took a bath by himself; he should be boring to stay in the store with him every day, but he never quarreled and went out to play .

Even when she went out to deliver food, Mo Mo would be obedient and stay alone.

He didn't dare to ask for toys casually; he didn't dare to hold her to act like a baby, he didn't have any problems with other children.

Mo Mo is not a bad boy, Ann wants to know, but...

"I don't care what you do to me, because I am your mother, even if you do too much, I won't really hate you, regardless of you." An Xiang's nose turned red, and her voice was choked again." But you can't just spread your grievances on others, and they don't owe you anything. Whether they are Pei Nuo or Mr. Pei, they don't owe you. Why do you treat others so vulgarly?"

Facing the questioning, An Zimo clenched his fist without saying a word.

An Xiang's chest was sealed with a sigh of relief.

Just now, she suddenly understood the meaning of the word "mother".

Whether An Zimo hates her, scolds her, or wants to kill her, it is all his personal choice; and as a mother, she must bear the responsibility for the wrong things the child has done.

An Xiang thought that as long as he was pampered and treated him well, he would open his heart and accept himself.

But she was wrong.

Blindly doting will only make him even more defiant and indisputable. Maybe he will become a bear kid on TV every day, and when he grows up, he will be directly on the headlines of the social forum.

Never let my son become like that!

An Xiang has already realized her consciousness, she will not please him anymore, she will be used to him. Since she is a mother, she should be educated, and she should not be merciful when she should be beaten. If she wants to become a mother, she must also become a strict teacher. As for An Zimo's evaluation of her, it is his own business.

As long as he lives open and honest in the future, that is the best return to her.

As for whether to dislike her... she doesn't care anymore.

From today, from now on, she is no longer a good mother!

She wants to evolve into a mother devil! The super fierce kind!

Thinking about this, An Xiang looked at his son fiercely again.

"..."

An Xiang's heartfelt voice filled his ears without missing a word.

He was speechless and inexplicably angry.

Hit and scold, scold and scold, and if he admits defeat, he kneels and calls his mother.

"Guest, the racecourse is here."

An Xiang grabbed An Zimo and got out of the car, but was stopped again when he was about to enter the door.

"Sorry, area A is already covered, you can't go in."

An wanted to eat twice in a row, but An Zimo laughed facelessly next to him.

"I'm looking for Mr. Pei Yizhou Pei, can you help me ask him if it is convenient to meet him now?"

The waiter looked embarrassed, and finally nodded, got up and walked into the racecourse, Liu An wanted to wait patiently at the door.

He came back soon and opened the door, reaching out in a please gesture: "Follow me."

The horse farm of Lvyeshanzhuang is very wide, and the verdant grassland can't see the end at a glance.

On the plains, there are several vigorous horses running freely, with their manes flying in the wind.

She followed the waiter to the rest area, and as soon as she came over, a red-brown horse rushed to the guardrail.

This is a pure Orlov racing horse, beautiful in shape, strong in body, and beautiful in black hair under direct sunlight.

The Orlov horse is known to be docile and lively. Across the wire fence, it leaned close to its neck, lovingly wanting to be stroked comfortably.

"Look for me?" The man's voice was low, and An wanted to instantly put his eyes on Pei Yizhou.

The man on horseback is wearing a tailored black jockey suit, his hands are tightly holding the reins, his spine is straight, his eyebrows are low, his figure in the backlight looks like a medieval nobleman, noble and distant.

"Wait for me, I'll come out right away." Pei Yizhou handed the horse to the breeder, took off his headgear and walked towards her.

"No, Pei Yizhou, are you running away now?"

Provocations came from a distance.

The voice sounded very much like someone An Xiang was familiar with, but the distance was too far, and the sun was dazzling, and I still couldn't see who the other party was.

An Xiang didn't explore more, and once again looked back.

"Let's go over there." Pei Yizhou glanced at An Zimo who was in her arms, and what he got was the contemptuous cast of eyes.

"..." The smelly kid is not cute and rude.

His genes could not be so bad.

Pei Yizhou's thoughts were complicated, Shen Shen walked beside her, blocking all kinds of eyes in the racecourse for him by the way.

The two moved away from the horse racing area and came to the open-air rest area.

Pei Yizhou gently pulled the chair away, letting him stretch out his hand slightly: "Sit down."

"No, I came to you just to apologize to you." An Xiang put An Zimo down and pushed him towards Pei Yizhou, "Go."

An Zimo put his hands in his pockets, his small body stood as straight as a pine tree.

He raised his little head high, and was not afraid of Pei Yizhou's cold air, but raised two eyebrows at him fiercely as if provocatively.

Pei Yizhou was silent.

He has a negative opinion of An Zimo.

"An Zimo, hurry up."

Ann wanted to urge behind her.

An Zimo rolled his eyes, his teeth tickled with hate.

"An Zimo, I don't want to threaten you a second time."

cut.

Behind his hands, his face turned away, he slowly swallowed, and said three words perfunctorily: "...I'm sorry." He couldn't hear clearly, like a mosquito.

An Xiang's face sank, "Correct your attitude and speak well."

Fuck.

Don't bother me!

"I'm sorry!" He closed his eyes and yelled these three words without emotion.

Ann thought about it and said, "What's the name."

call?

An Zimo was dull for a while, bulging his cheeks at Pei Yizhou, reluctantly bowing his head and shouting:

"Grandpa, grandpa."

?

? ? ?

Suddenly, Pei Yizhou, who was called the uncle, frowned, and his mood was slightly complicated.

Ann wanted to breathe, her cheeks flushed, and she grabbed her son's cheek fiercely, gritted her teeth and corrected: "It's uncle!"

An Zimo put on a frustrated little face: "Is there any essential difference between the two?"

Of course there is!

The uncle put a good tyrant into a village coal-digging cadre, and he was thirty years old in an instant.

Ann wanted to be completely speechless with his son, and decided to go back today and teach him about appellations.

In any case, the son can apologize to others is progress.

She pulled An Zimo over, raised her head and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Pei, Mo Mo specially yelled at you before. I have already taught him, so don't worry."

educate?

Pei Yizhou looked down at An Zimo, this kid didn't seem to be educated.

"I am also very grateful that you can save me today, and I will definitely thank you myself the next day."

"Don't change the day, I think it's now." As soon as An Xiang's voice fell, An Zimo took the conversation. He hummed lightly, and said mockingly to Pei Yizhou, "You must promise her thanks, or I'm sorry for this pretense."

Under the guise?

What kind of guise?

Pei Yizhou looked towards An Xiang, with inquiry in his eyes.

An Xiang's face changed drastically, and he blocked An Zimo's small mouth, lowering his voice to warn: "An Zimo, don't talk nonsense!"

"I didn't talk nonsense, no one would ask someone to apologize from afar. It is an excuse to say so much, what is the name of the uncle is the uncle, I think you just fell in love with him, and want me to recognize him as..."

The next voice was blocked by An Xiang.

An Xiang was afraid that his son would say something terrible again, and hurriedly dragged him far away.

Looking at the mother and son who were entangled not far away, Pei Yizhou raised his eyebrows, his expression suddenly appeared, and an inexplicable joy burst into his inner mood.

so.

An Xiang is not completely indifferent to him.

Maybe because of that rescue, she wanted her to...

no.

An upright man cannot have such nasty thoughts.

Pei Yizhou regained his expression and looked a little softer when he looked at An Zimo.

—A closer look at the little **** is still pleasing to the eye.

-Eighty percent is inherited from his excellent genes.