I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

There was a light rain in the night, and Pei Yizhou didn't open his umbrella. When he knocked on the door and came in, a light rain and mist fell on his shoulders, and the cold humidity passed on An Xiang's body a short distance away.

She hurriedly prepared to hand him a towel to wipe, but was rejected by the man.

Pei Yizhou changed shoes and entered the door, and at a glance saw An Zimo sitting on the ground and smearing the painting book.

When a child doesn't say a word, he is also behaved.

Pei Yizhou strode forward and picked up the person without saying a word. Before An Zimo struggled, he was taken into the study by Pei Yizhou.

Snapped.

With the door closed, Pei Yizhou locked it easily.

"What are you doing." An Zimo raised his head and looked at him, with obvious dissatisfaction in his expression.

Pei Yizhou didn't answer. He picked up An Zimo and placed it on the chair in front of the desk, squeezing his shoulders with his big hands to prevent him from moving, then turned on the computer, found the video, and clicked to play.

The monitoring angle is right at the intersection.

An Zimo frowned unclearly. Although he was impatient, he was reluctant to watch because he couldn't get rid of it.

Through the screen, An Zimo saw a strange man entering the alley, followed by a woman. He vaguely felt that the figure of a woman was a bit familiar, and when he took a closer look, he was just thinking about it.

"Why are you showing this to me?"

He is not interested in paying attention to where others have gone or what they have done. He is about to leave, tightening his shoulders.

"Look on."

Pei Yizhou's tone was strong, and he didn't give him any chance to resist at all.

An Zimo took a deep breath and reluctantly continued to look down.

The picture on the screen was in a static state for a long time. An Zimo put his hands around his chest, and due to his anxiety, his two little feet dropped drastically.

Suddenly, the screen began to flicker.

An Xiang ran out of the small alley in a panic pace, only to see a dark shadow flashing quickly, and the next second, An Xiang was pressed to the ground.

The attack came abruptly and urgently, and the man attacked her madly. Through the silent surveillance, An Zimo clearly felt An Xiang's panic and hopelessness, as well as a thirst for life.

The madman chased him for a long time, and then the video stopped abruptly.

An Zimo raised his neck slightly, but still didn't quite understand: "What are you doing to show me this?"

His immature face is full of calmness, and his eyes are dark and bright, but there is no wave of waves like the Dead Sea. It's as if the video didn't affect him in the slightest, as if the woman who almost died in the video was just an insignificant stranger.

Pei Yizhou sat down slowly, and An Zimo's unrelenting soul color told him that the video did not bring him any mood swings.

"You ran away from home that day. Your mother has been looking for you for a long time."

An Zimo paused, "Oh."

Pei Yizhou continued: "The lunatic who attacked her is not a human being, but a mixed race who just ran out of a mental hospital not long ago. Your mother found your bear pendant in his pocket. She thought you were in an accident because of this."

An Zimo raised his brows, "I threw it on purpose."

Pei Yizhou's eyes were gloomy for an instant, and his lips tightened into a straight line.

He heard Pei Yizhou's rising anger, but his eyes were still indifferent.

Pei Yizhou suppressed his anger and said word by word: "You almost killed your mother."

"But that doll is in the way." An Zimo said nonchalantly, "There is nothing wrong with me throwing it away."

Pei Yizhou was silent.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled and the corners of her lips slightly twitched, "I see, Uncle Pei specially took this video to watch, to make me feel guilty? Let me be kind to my mother because of this, and apologize to her, right? "

"You didn't realize the problem at all."

An Zimo leaned on the back of her chair and shook her feet: "If you talk about someone who almost killed her, you might as well say that you are very responsible. You gave the wrong information, so she went to that place. If she doesn't go to that place, Naturally, I never met that madman. I have no predictive function. Throwing toys is just like throwing away trash. It can't beat me to the murderer who almost killed her indirectly."

An Zimo’s logic is clear, and he continued: “Moreover, rather than blaming me, you should blame the murderer and the staff who neglected their duties. If they don’t let the lunatic run away, no one will be injured. And it has already happened. It doesn’t make any sense for you to show me this video."

An Zimo glanced at the screen.

For him, repeating what has happened in the past is just a waste of time.

"An Zimo, it's not someone else in the video, it's your mother."

An Zimo glanced at him lightly, "Even if it was me in the video, I would say the same."

Pei Yizhou stared into his eyes, trying to find a favor in him, but there was nothing.

What he saw was cold, calm, and indifferent.

An Zimo is not an ordinary three-year-old kid, and he doesn't even have the emotions that a normal person should have. It may be said that he has no feelings about the outside world.

"Mo Mo, what if your mother died that day?"

An Zimo said: "Everyone will die."

Nothing lasts forever except time.

Death in any form is just the beginning of reincarnation. He died once, without fear of death, let alone caring about his life and death.

"Okay." Pei Yizhou was speechless, he squatted in front of his son, with his big hand gently placed on top of his head, "Tomorrow I will contact the doctor and take you to the doctor."

An Zimo's entire face was twisted together, "I don't think I'm sick." At first, I was worried about the condition of my teeth, but there was an explanation. Besides, other physical indicators were normal and completely absent. It is necessary to waste time undergoing inspections.

"People who are sick never say that they are sick. I think you have a serious psychological problem." Pei Yizhou has not treated An Zimo as a child since the day he met An Zimo. It is useless for him to conceal him. , Coupled with that unpleasant mind-reading ability, it is better to speak plainly at the beginning, lest this kid continue to make trouble the next day.

"Sleep well tonight, don't think about running, you can't run." Pei Yizhou smiled lightly, with a sense of contentment and a trace of badness in his smile.

At the end, he patted An Zimo on the head again before he got up and walked out of the study.

The father and son talked in it for a long time, and An Xiang didn’t know what they were talking about. One person waited anxiously and got angry. Finally, when Pei Yizhou came out, she dragged her injured heel and waited eagerly for his answer. .

"Go over there and talk, see if you can't stand still." Pei Yizhou put his arms around An Xiang's waist and helped her move to the side of the sofa.

An Xiang's waist is slender, close, and the fragrance is close.

Pei Yizhou couldn't help but began to think wildly, but his eyebrows were still calm and indifferent.

An wanted to sit down, adjusted a comfortable sitting posture, then picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms, with an urgent expression, "What did you say to Mo Mo? He didn't rebel with you, right?"

The word rebellion was used well, Pei Yizhou pursed his lips and chuckles, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"no."

Ann wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"I am going to take Zimo to see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

After Pei Yizhou finished speaking, An Xiang's eyes widened.

"I found out that he was not aimed at you, but indifferent to everyone. Whether it was strangers, loved ones, or even himself."

An Xiang couldn't help but hug her pillow tightly, with confusion and panic in her eyes.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of Pei Yizhou's words, but she also knew the seriousness of the problem.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Pei Yizhou patted her little head hurriedly, gently comforting: "It's okay, my friend is a very powerful psychologist, if Zimo really has a problem, we will find out and treat it in time."

Ann wanted to be speechless, lowered her head and rubbed her eyes fiercely, then looked at him for a moment and said, "Then, then I will go with you too!"

Pei Yizhou laughed softly, "You obediently raise your body at home, and I will go alone."

Ann wanted to know that Pei Yizhou was reliable, but still worried, and wanted to follow him.

but-

Ann wants to bite her lip and look at her injured ankle, not to mention walking for so long, now she can wake up with pain every night when she sleeps.

"In fact, this is also a good thing. If Mo Mo really has a problem, it means that he doesn't really hate you and doesn't want to live with you."

"Then why did he run away from home?"

An Xiang always couldn't figure it out.

Obviously my son was very sensible before. Even if she went to deliver the food and left him alone at home, it would be fine. Why did he choose to run away that day? He must have encountered a problem, but he refused to tell her that there was still no trust between them.

She was frustrated, and even more frustrated was that she was controlled by her emotions and beat him involuntarily.

"Mo Mo has his own ideas, he doesn't want to tell us, even if we force him to say it."

An Xiang nodded in agreement.

A closer look at the hour hand has pointed to half past eight, An Xiang couldn't help looking at Pei Yizhou, who was in a suit and leather shoes beside him, with his lips moaning, and then asked quietly, "You, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Well, I came right after the meeting."

The man's brows were indifferent, and the understatement made An even more embarrassed.

She remembered that there seemed to be a handful of noodles in the refrigerator, so she got up and went to the kitchen: "I...I'll cook noodles for you, wait for me."

"No need to."

Pei Yizhou hurriedly grabbed her wrists, Anxiety's legs are not falling, such a pull directly caused her body to lose balance and fall backwards. Pei Yizhou quickly covered her waist with eyes fast, and the next second, An wanted to sit firmly on the man's lap.

The air has a short moment of stillness.

An wanted to shrink into his arms and did not dare to move. Through the soft fabric of his home clothes, he could still feel the man's hot body temperature. His chest is strong, and the scent of oolong tea seems to seduce her.

When An Xiang blinked her eyes in a panic, and hurriedly tried to get up, she ignored her sprained waist again.

She fell back again and hit a soft spot on the man's body.

Pei Yizhou's face changed slightly, and his breathing was disturbed for an instant.

"I, I can't move my waist." An Xiang was about to cry, and to make matters worse, she obviously felt something approaching and was uncomfortable, and An Xiang moved her body uncontrollably.

"Don't..." Pei Yizhou's Adam's apple rolled, his voice astringent. He closed his eyes and suppressed the surging desire, adjusted his breathing, "Don't move."

"Oh, I, I don't move." An Xiang sat in his arms, fully familiar.

Pei Yizhou's big hands clung to her soft waist.

Sniffing the scent, his clear mind was instantly confused. Pei Yizhou didn't let go, all kinds of crazy thoughts occupied reason at this moment.

Just coming out of the study, An Zimo, who was passing by the two without squinting his eyes, clearly heard a heartfelt voice—

[It smells good, I want it. ]

An Zimo stopped and looked over with a complicated expression.

Full of writing on the little face? ? ? ? ? ?

—What is he thinking about in front of the child?