I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

What should I do if my son is hungry?

What does such a big kid eat?

Ann was confused. After all, she has been taking care of others since the child was born, so it can be said that she has no parenting experience.

An Xiang scratched her head in distress, took out her phone and turned on Baidu, typing on the keyboard proficiently with her fingertips—[What do children eat? ]

About to search, An wanted to delete verbatim with a frown.

No, the son has half of the vampire genes in his body, so what do children who are mixed humans and vampires eat...

Hairy, hairy blood?

Duck and duck blood vermicelli soup?

Woo, she is hungry too.

Ann wanted to feel the water and rice all day long, with a flat stomach, listless, and lying on the small table next to him.

It's so difficult to raise a son.

She sighed and sat up, ready to continue searching.

"Well…"

There was a slight moan next to him, An Xiang jumped over with an agitated spirit, and stared at An Zimo, who had been sleeping on the bed for several hours. you."

An Zimo was weak, glanced lightly and thought, then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Grunt.

The belly rang more fiercely than before.

An Zimo was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stare at the enemy fiercely.

"Mo Mo, are you very hungry?" An wanted to bite her lip, "but I don't know what you eat..."

An Zimo did not speak.

An wanted to weigh it for a long time, but finally made up his mind, rubbing against him, unbuttoning the two buttons on the neckline, and sending the neck over, "Baby, do you want to take two mouthfuls?"

"...?"

"...??"

Take two mouthfuls?

An Zimo's eyes widened, his face flushed instantly.

How could he still drink breastmilk when he is his age, it is simply detrimental to his personality! !

"Go away! This is not appropriate!" An Zimo protested to An wanting fiercely, but his milky voice was soft, and the flu was causing trouble, it sounded no deterrent at all, more like a baby who was acting like a baby to his mother.

Facing a serious and lovely face in front of him, An Xiang's heart suddenly turned into a puddle of water.

Not to mention the blood, I want to give my son my life!

"I'm your mother, there's nothing appropriate or inappropriate." An wanted to tugged at the neckline, "Come on, breathe in quickly, you're welcome."

An Zimo is about to explode.

"Go away! Go away!"

"Don't just don't! Don't come near me!"

An Zimo reacted violently, and the roots of his ears were as red as dripping blood.

Not to mention that he is almost four years old now, even if he is one year old, one month, he will not let this nasty woman breastfeed!

Ann wanted to tilt his head, wondering why his son resisted so much.

[Don’t vampire hybrids like to **** blood? ]

[Or my son thinks her blood smells bad? ]

[Understood, my son may not want to **** blood from the aorta. ]

An Xiang's thoughts turned a thousand times, and his heartfelt voice filled An Zimo's ears.

His expression was even more horrified than before, and his little face turned white, white and red, and at last he was at a loss.

What is this woman thinking about?

What vampire, what arteries, is she neurotic?

An Zimo was not surprised that his mother would have a mental illness. The woman was paranoid and violent, and she was babbling, often talking to herself alone.

He can't stay with her, absolutely can't.

An Zimo gradually calmed down and said blankly, "I want to eat."

"Fan?" An Xiang tilted his head again, showing a sweet and harmless smile, "It's okay, you can treat your mother as your meal."

The light above his head was dim, and in this small room, An Zimo didn't feel how healed the smile in front of him, but was set off by the swaying light with a strange spooky feeling.

An Zimo felt cold on his back for some reason, and bit his scalp and said, "The whole thing is enough for everyone." His complacency is not as aggressive as the previous one.

An Zimo was really afraid, not afraid of death, but torture.

The room was old and cramped, and the sparks could not be seen outside the window. He didn't know where he was or what he was going to face next.

Maybe this mentally abnormal mother sold him to an organ dealer.

An Zimo is not pessimistic, but used to plan for the worst.

"Okay." An wanted to nod, "Then I'll buy it now." She doesn't like to force a child, since he doesn't want to **** blood, she won't suck, and more importantly, she is also hungry.

An wanted to fasten the buttons again, and in An Zimo's startled sight, he pulled out a folding knife from his backpack and stuffed it into his jeans.

Aware of the look in his son's eyes, An wanted to take the opportunity to educate: "You must protect yourself when you go out. There are many bad guys."

"..."

You're the **** worst person!

Suddenly, An Zimo started to get tired, lying on the bed and didn't even bother to open his eyes.

With all the preparations, An wanted to go out, but still a little worried, turned around and said to An Zimo: "Mom, just leave, don't you know?"

"Yeah." An Zimo responded perfunctorily.

"It's really not safe outside, there are big bad wolves in the dark, you must be obedient."

"knowledge."

He promised simply, An Xiang still had no bottom in his heart.

"I'm hungry, go quickly."

An Zimo began to urge, An Xiang glanced at him one last time, opened the door and left.

The footsteps faded away, and when they disappeared completely outside the room, An Zimo quickly jumped out of the bed. Only then did he realize that he was wearing an Anxiang T-shirt, and his **** was empty and uncomfortable.

An Zimo struggled inwardly for a few seconds, and finally gave up his shame temporarily, put on his shoes, picked up the wallet on the table, moved the small stool to the door, twisted the door and got out dexterously.

An Zimo knew it was not safe to leave alone, if ordinary children would be easily abducted.

But he is not an ordinary kid, he has enough IQ and strategy to survive, even if there is a long and difficult road ahead, he has to go there alone!

"Ah, why did you come down, Momo."

"..."

"...?"

"...!!!"

Standing at the intersection before he could break through, An Zimo was deeply shocked when facing An Xiang under the stairs.

The mother and son faced each other up and down, and the atmosphere fell into awkward silence.

An Xiang looked down and locked her eyes on the beige purse in those little hands.

An Zimo suffocated his breath, and unconsciously tightened the hand behind his little hand holding the purse slightly.

It's over, it was discovered so soon.

An Xiang would definitely not let him go.

An Zimo remembers that when he was five years old, he liked a mecha animation and had a soft spot for the toys inside. He wanted to have it, but was severely criticized by his mother. He stole money for the first time that day, just to buy what he wanted to own.

As you can imagine, his mother smashed the TV, cracked toys, and kept him in the closet all day.

An Zimo's throat was tight. He thought he would not care after he died once, but he was still afraid, afraid of thinking about the name, afraid of this face, afraid of childhood and more afraid of memories.

It was a curse, he couldn't escape at all.

An wanted to get closer, and touched the little hand behind him with her fingertips: "Is that my wallet?"

An Zimo gritted his teeth without saying a word.

She suddenly raised her hand, An Zimo's spine stiffened, and he closed his eyes involuntarily.

The intended beating did not fall on An Zimo's body, an extremely gentle weight came from the top of his head, and the hair was messed up by the gentle palm.

He froze.

"Is Mo Mo coming down to give mom a wallet?"

An Zimo stared at her blankly.

The long hair wraps the woman's petite white cheeks, her eyebrows are curved, and her peach eyes are full of spring breeze.

"That store doesn't support WeChat." An Xiang was a little annoyed, "but I'll talk to him and let him send it over. The money can be given later."

An Zimo was dumb.

Ann wanted to bend down and hug him, "Although I said you can't run out alone, thank you."

[Oh, my son is so sensible. ]

[He is the cutest baby in the world. ]

[As expected to be born to me, as expected to be born to me. ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah! ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ]

An Zimo is about to be deafened by the annoying continuous sound. Can this annoying mind-reading technique be turned off? If it cannot be turned off, can the volume be lowered.

Just after thinking about it, my heart was really softened.

An Zimo blinked: [Tune it down. ]

His heartfelt voice was as subtle as pressing the volume button.

An Zimo felt that he had found something interesting, and his eyes lit up: [Bigger. ]

[Ahhhhh! ! ! ]

"Son, why would you say something older?"

An Zimo quickly returned to the original woodland, and ignored her with a cold face.

The two returned to the room, and it didn't take long for people from the restaurant to bring in food.

An Zimo was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his belly, and when Ann wanted to eat a chopstick and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it, he gobbled it up with a small spoon.

He eats deliciously, but he has no appetite.

His nose was full of the smell of his son's blood, facing the baby's fat little face, An Xiang grunted and swallowed.

[Woo, my son really smells so good. ]

[I want to eat. ]

What the **** is going on?

Why is she suddenly so sensitive to the breath of human blood, is it possible...Is it possible that it is the reward?

Ann wanted to think carefully about all the gift packages sent by the customer service, but she was so slow that she finally realized what was in the extra compensation. In addition to the milk tea shop and materials, it does include a keen sense of smell.

Ahhhhhhhhh!

She is a fool!

Ann wanted to pull her hair hard, wishing to go back in time and kill herself in the morning.

but…

An wanted to stare at An Zimo, her eyes shining.

[If you secretly take a bite of your son at night, he probably... won't find it, right? ]

No, I found it.

An Zimo discovered it now.

He had no appetite for the pot of meat in the lunch box, silently put down his chopsticks and wiped his greasy mouth clean, besides picking up a pillow on the bed, he went into the closet barefoot, and did not forget to close the door firmly.

An Xiang blinked blankly, knocked on the closet and pulled it, only to find that he didn't know what to fix it from inside, and couldn't pull it at all.

"Momo, what's the matter with you?" An Xiang was puzzled, could it be that his son was dissatisfied with the food? But he obviously ate a lot.

"Momo, let's go out to sleep."

An Zimo said two words coldly: "Nothing."

"Huh?" An wanted to be dazed, "Why?"

An Zimo: "I'm afraid you will eat me." With her fierce, cruel and abnormal nature, it is not surprising even if she really does eat children.

An wanted to take a deep breath, and was instantly annoyed: "Son, don't talk nonsense! Tiger poison still doesn't eat food! Do you think I look like that kind of person?!"

An Zimo disdainfully said, "..."

That's not accurate.