I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

"I saw your mother kiss you."

An Zimo's fingers trembled, his eyelids lifted, "Really?"

"Really, call you baby."

At that time, Qiuyang just woke up from the pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw An Xiang calling a baby to An Zimo and kissing his little face. She was beautiful and gentle, and the light in her eyes made Qiu Yang relieve the pain in her body inexplicably, so she couldn't help peeking for a long time.

Qiuyang's eyes were full of envy: "She seems to have gone back to cook for you. Your mother is so nice. I haven't seen my mother for a long time."

An Zimo paused for a while and asked, "Where is your mother?"

"My grandfather said that my parents went to work in other places to make money, and said that if the operation goes well, they won't leave."

When it comes to this matter, Qiuyang smiles on his face, and the light in his eyes is even more dazzling.

While talking, an old grandfather with his back came in from the outside. He was dressed very plainly, which can be said to be shabby, very thin, but also very kind.

"Grandpa!" Qiuyang jumped out of bed and rushed over affectionately.

"Grandpa brought you a bun." Grandpa Qiuyang untied the bag and took out a big bun and handed it over. Seeing Qiuyang eating happily, he stroked his hair distressedly.

"Grandpa, I will have surgery next week. Will I be able to see Mom and Dad after the operation?" Qiu Yang asked as he ate, his expression full of hope.

The old man's arm became obviously stiff, and then An Zimo heard a bitter heart.

[They can't come back...]

[Poor child. ]

[But there is always hope for the child, alas. ]

"Yes, Yang Yang listens carefully to the nurse's words, mom and dad will come back to see you."

With a bigger smile, he took out the buns from the bag and distributed them to An Zimo: "Momo will give you something to eat. My grandma's bag is delicious."

Just after the operation, An Zimo had no appetite, shook his head and refused, turning out the tablet and swiping Weibo.

In the past few days, An Xiang has updated several chapters of comics. The latest chapter is about the little tiger accidentally abducted by the eagle, and finally sent home by the kind sister rabbit. There are already seven to eight hundred comments under this one, and the hottest happens to be the kind person.

[Not thin ten catties without changing the name: ah ah ah ah, Mrs. Immortal, it was drawn! Don't lose the little tiger cub next time. By the way, the little tiger cub in reality is really too delicate, and I regret not seeing the author's mother. ]

[You are the moon: So is this really happening? Surprised! ]

[You are the sun: Damn it! So this is the daily life of the author and his son. ]

[Jincheng my goddess: The previous chapter was a tiger cub blowing suona in the forest. Combining with the hottest of the previous few days, your product, your fine product. ]

The comments are all harmonious. An Xiang's fans are advancing by leaps and bounds in just today. An Zimo continued to scroll down and saw a few obtrusive things.

[User 323434: If it is true, this mother is SB, she can lose her baby, and she has no idea what to give birth to. ]

[Gong Jing: In front 1, the comics are not good. ]

"..."

An Zimo twisted his eyebrows, a little unhappy.

[Who said that I am not a human? Reply: Your mother has a brain and gave birth to you as a SB. ]

[User 323434 replied: This is the quality of fans? Why are you so excited, is it possible that the author is your mother? ]

An Zimo slapped typing: [Not my mother, but your mother? ]

After thinking about it, he held back again, deleted it, and replied verbatim: [Do I teach that the animal that bites people needs quality? Did you know that human rights are greater than the sky, and you are so arrogant that you really think that the Animal Protection Law will protect you? ? ]

An Zimo and the other party fought for at least 300 rounds under the comment, and finally ended with the other party pulling black and deleting the comment.

He was very comfortable, and when he refreshed, he saw people saying: [This is not a human being too strong, please publish a book, I will buy it. ]

"Yangyang, we are going to get treatment."

Qiuyang just finished eating the buns, sat on the wheelchair obediently, and left the ward with his grandfather.

At this time, the nurse came over to change An Zimo's dressing. He looked at Qiuyang's departure direction, raised his head and asked, "What disease did Qiuyang have?"

"That kid." The nurse said without looking up, "Liver cancer."

An Zi's eyes flickered.

"Because the ward is not enough, we can only let him live here first, and he should be transferred to the hospital in two days."

He didn't speak, looking down and looking for an original German movie to watch.

When the nurse saw the movie without subtitles, she smiled and said, "Can you understand it?"

"Kannverstehen."

An Zi Mo Tong's immature voice made that German sentence sound more moving.

The nurse stared at that slightly drooping cheek, and suddenly moved. If she was born so late for more than ten years, she wouldn't be single until now! ! !

"Sorry, I'm late."

An Zimo closed the tablet and looked up.

An Xiang is still wearing yesterday's clothes, her eyes are bloodshot because she hasn't rested well, although she is embarrassed, she doesn't hide her beauty.

The nurse was dazed at An Xiang's face again, secretly envying this excellent gene.

"My Momo is all right now, right?"

"It's okay, he has recovered well, and he is estimated to be discharged in four or five days."

Ann wanted to nod, and waited for the nurse to leave, and poured the cooked porridge out of the thermos cup. The porridge was still very hot, so she took a small spoonful of it carefully, blowing and cooling it to An Zimo's mouth.

An Xiang's fingers were wrapped in gauze, his brows were tucked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

She said nonchalantly: "It was accidentally scalded while serving the porridge. It's not a problem, you drink it quickly."

"I will do it myself."

"No, mother feeds you."

An Zimo curled his mouth and sipped the porridge.

It's delicious. Compared with Pei Yizhou, this is the level of a five-star chef.

"Can you stop letting messy people cook for me in the future."

An Zimo's tone was somewhat aggrieved, and he directly classified Pei Yizhou as a mess.

An Xiang froze for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, don't let messy people cook for you."

After he had eaten breakfast, Ann wanted to start packing things, because his fingers were burned and his movements were a little unfavorable.

An Zimo kept looking at her with a somewhat unnatural expression, and finally couldn't help but said: "You, do you need to go to the scald department for a look?"

"No, it's not so hypocritical."

An Zimo pursed his lips, and said, "Then go home and rest. I have a nurse to take care of it."

"No." Ann wanted to refuse decisively, "I will miss you."

She missed her son. How could a mother leave her son in the hospital alone? Others are accompanied by their mothers, and he is not so pitiful.

Hearing his heartbeat, An Zimo bulged, lay back on the bed and sighed, "You really can't help it~"

This tone is very similar to the domineering president in the novel. Looking at An Zimo's current shelf, it does have an internal taste. An Xiang can't help but fantasize about the picture of his son pressing the **** the wall in the future.

"Can you stop thinking about weird things?"

Not only An Xiang, but An Zimo was also numbed by her stupid thoughts.

A novel is a novel, and reality is reality, so he won't press the **** the wall so casually, how dirty the wall is.

"I...I don't think about it." An Xiang didn't expect to be seen through by An Zimo, his face was a little red, "Mo Mo, do you want to pee? Mom will get you a urinal."

"No, paralyzed to pee on the bed, I go to the toilet." He went directly to the ground.

Ann wanted to know his son's face is good, and helped him to the bathroom.

He didn't feel pain. After the operation, he didn't have any uncomfortable symptoms except for limb weakness. Naturally, he didn't need anyone to take care of him at any time. But seeing An wanted to worry so much, An Zimo stubbornly resisted, even a little proud.

"Do you want me to help you?" An Xiang stood at the door of the toilet and said uneasy.

An Zimo blushed with a smile, "How can you help other people pee! Get out now, don't be so clingy, it's very annoying."

"Okay, I'm not clingy." An wanted to close the door, listening to An Zimo's movements at any time.

He took off his pants and couldn't bear it against the open door: "I can't pee when you're over there!"

Huh.

The son disliked her.

Ann wanted to be wronged, lowered his head and walked away reluctantly.

After urinating, An Zimo washed his face and brushed his teeth before he came out of the toilet.

In the sun-filled ward, he saw An Xiang occupying a corner of the hospital bed, and fell into a deep sleep in just a few minutes.

He clutched the wound and slowly approached, tilting his head to look at An Xiang's face.

It can be seen that she is very tired, her face is paler than before, dark circles under her eyes are thick, her lips are dry to the point of cracking, and she probably didn't drink water all night.

An Zimo's mood is a bit complicated. He doesn't think he is good, nor does his parents have to take care of their children. Even if An wants to throw him away, he doesn't care. After all, it is the result he deserves.

An Zimo bit her lower lip, slowly crawling to her side, thinking for a moment, grabbed the quilt and put it on An Xiang, leaning on the pillow and continuing to use the tablet to pass the time.

There was a bit of noise outside the ward, and the sudden sound of falling objects made An Xiang agitated. Seeing that she was about to wake up, An Zimo hurriedly reached out and patted An Xiang's back.

"Well……"

An Xiang turned over and buried her entire head in the quilt.

An Zimo was afraid that she would be suffocated, so she put down the tablet and carefully pulled the quilt off. She was about to wake up again. An Zimo's heart tightened and continued to pat until she was asleep before slowly letting out her breath.

——This mother, it's really dishonest to sleep.

An Zimo concentrated on coaxing his old mother, vaguely feeling a few fierce gazes coming from the front.

He couldn't help but look over, looking at one, two or three pairs of complicated gazes.

An Zimo's breathing was stagnant, his face flushed, and his toes caught on the ground in embarrassment.

After a long time, An Zimo regained his composure and forced an explanation without changing his face: "I just patted the soil on the quilt, nothing else."

Pei Yizhou: "..."

Pei Jinglin: "..."

Sheng Shu: "..."

The expressions of the three are more complicated.