I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The night in the resort is quiet and quiet, and the street lights are lit on both sides of the stone steps, one after another, lighting up the night.

Ann wanted to walk in a hurry, until there was a scream from behind, she stopped, turned her head and stared at him in confusion.

"Mr. Pei?"

Pei Yizhou was naked, with a pair of loose slacks underneath, which looked nondescript.

An Xiang looked down at the clothes on her body.

The shirt has been wet, so naturally I can't return it like this.

"Mr. Pei, if you don't mind, wait until I go back and wash the clothes before returning it to you."

"It's okay, you dress first." Pei Yizhou walked a few steps closer and asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine." Thinking of An Ruoming's embarrassed look, An Xiang laughed from the bottom of his heart.

This is the first time since she was oppressed for so long, she took the initiative to fight back without worrying about being scolded.

It feels very refreshing, very refreshing.

An Xiang pursed her lips, temporarily put An Zimo on the ground, raised her head and said, "Thank you for helping me today. I have nothing to repay..."

"Then you dance with him."

An Zimo interrupted suddenly, and the two of them were stunned by what he said.

The two looked at each other, and finally looked away.

An Xiang furiously yelled at the son who had made a bad idea: "Momo, don't make a mess..."

"I didn't make a booger." An Zimo sat on the stone chair next to him at random, "You were originally going to the dance party. If you don't dance, you will be tossing for nothing." If he doesn't dance, it will be a waste of toss!

An Xiang didn't speak awkwardly, and her fingers couldn't help stirring.

Pei Yizhou is a sensible person, and An Zimo has done this. If he does not understand the intention, it would be a total intellectual disability.

"So, do you want to dance with me?"

Shaking in the moonlight, he opened his palm to An Xiang.

The hands are very broad, the fingers are long, and the bones are distinct.

There was a spark in Pei Yizhou's eyes, her heart moved slightly, and she slowly pulled the corners of her clothes, and said nervously and uneasy: "I, I can't dance."

"It doesn't get in the way. After all, it's not a formal dance party."

An wanted to hesitate for a long time, and slowly passed her hand over.

He supported her waist, his palm was stronger than Ann thought. Through the thin clothes, she could clearly feel the temperature of the man's palm to the skin. The distance between the two is close, and the smell of oolong tea can't help flowing into her nose.

When I first heard it, I felt bitter in this breath, but it was unspeakably unique when I tasted it.

"You...you smell better if you don't wear perfume." An Xiang blushed and couldn't help saying what she had always wanted to say.

Pei Yizhou's spine became stiff, and his complexion appeared condensed.

How did she know that he sprayed perfume?

Pei Yizhou has his own research on perfume.

Because of the failure of the sense of smell, Pei Yizhou specially hired a professional perfumer from France to perfume him personally. His perfume is definitely the most unique, most natural, and most integrated with itself in the world, and ordinary people will never notice it easily.

An Zimo who has mind reading skills: "..."

An wondered if the man had such complex emotions at the moment, she raised her hand on the shoulder in front of her, and when her fingertips touched the smooth skin of the man, her fingertips trembled and she immediately retracted her hand.

"Pei...Mr. Pei." An wanted to call his name helplessly, and a red tide gradually rose on his cheeks, "I think we should... dance again next time."

While speaking, he glanced at the flesh in front of him uncontrollably.

An Xiang had seen many shirtless men in the pool before, but Pei Yizhou was the best figure.

The mermaid line with wide shoulders and narrow waist, the abdominal muscles are just well trained, and it does not give people a too scary muscle feeling.

He is very white again, and the two points exposed... are still very pink.

An Xiang's face is poor, and since that time a few years ago, he has never looked at a man directly.

Pei Yizhou's body is so beautiful, An Xiang is embarrassed to touch it so easily.

"...It's kind of weird."

Pei Yizhou also realized that his clothes were not worn at all.

He frowned, unhappy.

For this dance party, Pei Yizhou chose several swimming trunks with different styles and patterns in front of the mirror. After thinking about it, he gave up. There are other opposite sexes.

As a result, the dance still did not succeed.

The two people standing under the street light blushed and the other contemplated, and neither of them took a step closer.

An Zimo rolled his eyes towards the sky.

He misread Pei Yizhou, this man is a fool, and it is not worth his effort.

"Mr. Pei, put on your clothes and be careful of being bitten by mosquitoes." An Xiang has seen several mosquitoes around him. Mr. Pei, who can't bear such a delicious drink, only serves the mosquitoes as a buffet, so he pulled off his coat and handed it over again.

Pei Yizhou was about to pick up, and suddenly felt a scorching gaze coming from the side.

It was An Zimo, he was winking crazily.

Pei Yizhou frowned, his clever brain was operating at a fast speed, and then he felt a sense of inspiration.

Pei Yizhou took the shirt and walked to An Zimo, and under those surprised gazes, he wrapped the dress tightly around him. The clothes are big and the child is very small, so he can be completely wrapped.

"Give it to Zimo." Pei Yizhou patted his head contentedly.

An Zimo opened his mouth wide in surprise: "..." Absolutely, never come out! Fuck! ! Is there something wrong with this person's brain circuit?

"Then Mr. Pei, we'll go back first, and we will definitely return the clothes to you tomorrow." An Xiang thanked him, and pulled up An Zimo, who was sluggish, and walked deep into the night.

Pei Yizhou stayed in place until he could no longer see the shadow of the two of them. Then he hooked his lips and turned to the other direction quite contentedly.

**

"I didn't see that Mr. Pei was such a gentle person." Recalling the picture of the man putting on An Zimo, An Xiang couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Where is gentle." An Zimo didn't see gentleness, but looked stupid. Obviously it was such a good opportunity to show the gentleman's demeanor, he even let the opportunity slip away in vain, obviously he had all hinted crazily.

"You talked to him like that today, he didn't mind, he still cared about you."

An Zimo snorted coldly.

What caring and taking care of, obviously want to use him to pick up girls.

An wanted to hold those little hands tightly, and suddenly sighed, "Mo Mo will grow up to be a gentle boy in the future."

The palm of her hand is very small, but the strength of holding An Zimo is not small.

Looking at the tightly holding hands, the picture of An wanting to beat the man hardly appeared in his mind not long ago, and he was suddenly in a trance.

It is not that he has never seen his mother beating, on the contrary, he can see it every day and night.

But today, it seems a little different.

"Actually, I was not pushed down by him." An Zimo looked forward and calmly said the truth.

"I know."

The short three words made An Zimo stunned.

"Do you know you still do that?" An Zimo couldn't understand. Judging from the day's deeds, An Xiang who knew he was lying should beat him again and force him to apologize.

An Xiang's tone was firm and stubborn: "But he hurt you."

An Zimo stopped, staring blankly at her face and couldn't make any response.

At this moment, An Zimo suddenly understood that in the world of An Xiang, she didn't want to hurt others; let alone others hurt him.

Past life... Mom never did this for him.

"Mo Mo?" An wanted to tilt his head, his eyes clear, "Don't you want to leave?"

An Zimo could not speak, his mind exploded like a lightning strike.

The real mother doesn't care about his cold or warm; doesn't care about his wounds; and doesn't cry while beating him.

Ann thought...not his real mother.

He was reborn into another time and space that was different and similar.

He should have understood it long ago, but he has been immersed in the past, deceiving himself and others.

Maybe God wants to give him a chance to abandon the past and start again, but how can the damage he has suffered be eliminated?

He is no longer a child.

No one taught him how to be a child; no one taught him how to be someone else's son.

**

An Zimo was very worried and couldn't sleep all night.

He could hardly fall asleep, and tiptoed to the Anxiang bedroom by the wall lamp, standing by her bed and staring at her deeply.

The mother in the previous life may be because of her cruel personality, and her face looked harsh. For An Zimo, that face was an indelible nightmare.

He stretched out his little hand and brushed away the hair covering An Xiang's face, and looked closely at it with his eyes.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Strange and familiar.

Obviously they have the same face, but they have gentle brows and eyes like moonlight.

"...Momo?"

An Xiang was finally awakened. He opened his eyes in a daze and fumbled to the lamp button. The light flooded in, making An Xiang's eyes feel a little irritated.

"Don't you dare to sleep alone?" An Xiang yawned and put An Zimo into bed, and asked hoarsely in his sleep, "Still you still not used to bed?"

An Zimo said truthfully: "Not used to it."

It is estimated that the coffin slept for too long, the bed was not comfortable at all, it was too soft, too wide, and too much space.

"Then you sleep with your mother." An wanted to hug her son, "Do you need to sing a lullaby?"

An Zimo pondered for a moment, and was about to refuse, when he heard even breathing coming from the top of his head.

—She fell asleep so soon.

Looking at the soft face in front of him, An Zimo's thoughts were mixed.

He can no longer empathize with this face, nor can he abandon his predecessors and live peacefully with it, even if he knows that his mother is no longer the one who hurt him in the previous life, there is no way he can do nothing. happened before.

He is so bad, so bad.

When she learns about her shortcomings in the future, she will probably make the same choice.

No one wants to accept a freak who loses emotions, cannot perceive pain, and will not please adults as a son.

An Zimo took off the arm that was resting on her body, and left the room again with her bare feet.

He hid himself in a completely enclosed closet, and the narrow space made him feel extremely safe.

He curled his body into a ball, put his hands around his chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

In his sleep, An Zimo, who was immersed in the darkness, vaguely felt something abnormal in his teeth...