I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

"Pei Chen said on the phone that you have been reluctant to rest."

An Zimo dropped his gaze and did not answer.

A big hand rubbed the top of his head twice, "Let the driver take you back to sleep."

He didn't move, his eyes didn't deviate from An Xiang.

Knowing that it was difficult to persuade, Pei Yizhou stretched out his hand to hold An Zimo in his arms and ran away.

He reacted and struggled hard: "You let go!"

An Zimo kicked Pei Yizhou fiercely, biting his valuable suit with fangs, and the black suit quickly cracked in the bite.

Pei Yizhou was unmoved, and his pace did not stop for half a second.

"Let me down, I won't sleep!"

"If you don't let me go, I will kill you!"

His long backlog of emotions made the whole person face madness, screaming sharply, and a brutal face without the innocence of a child.

Leaving the ward, Pei Yizhou pressed him on the bench and looked down at him from a high level.

"Pei Chen told me everything, you did a good job."

He hummed and breathed, his eyes were scarlet, he didn't struggle any more, he didn't run around, maybe he was out of strength.

Pei Yizhou squatted halfway in front of the young child, no longer in his previous posture of being high above the other, the two were on the same level and in the same equal position.

"An Zimo, you are smarter than everyone. You should understand that waiting is just a waste of time."

"Vampires have a life span of 300 to 500 years, and I am willing to waste it."

"Then do you think that wasting this time can make your mother get better? Do you think she gets better first, or you fainted first because of exhaustion, and when she wakes up, do you still have to take care of you?"

An Zimo was speechless.

The vent just now has completely overdrawn his physical strength. He leaned against the wall softly, turning his head and still didn't want to give up. For a while, the atmosphere between the father and son was very stalemate.

"I will guard for you. Once she wakes up, I will call you in time."

An Zimo still compromised and looked at him: "I won't go home."

"Okay." Pei Yizhou knew that it was useless to force it. By saying that, he expressed his willingness to take a rest, and rest is better than anything else. "I will ask the assistant to take you to dinner, take a bath and change clothes after eating, and then sleep on the sofa in the ward. "

An Zimo nodded slowly.

Pei Yizhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, his index finger pulled the tie around his neck and returned to the ward.

The girl lying in the hospital bed showed no signs of improvement.

Her hair was jet-black, and her face became paler, and her lips were pale, and she looked like a beautiful and delicate statue.

Pei Yizhou sat down slowly, carefully picked up her hand and placed it on his palm.

It's cold.

When he heard the news yesterday, he had a brief daze, followed by a panic. He has never experienced such a panic loss of control since he was a child. It was the first time.

He couldn't accept An wanting to leave, even the fantasy felt that terrible.

While on the plane, Pei Yizhou did not close his eyes for a moment, using manpower and material resources to contact the world's most authoritative oncologist, without leaving a piece of domestic news about Anxiang.

The light of the soul in her gaze is no longer as crystal clear as it was when she first saw it. The glow-in-the-green flickers and flickers, and the color is stained with dark turbidity. Once the light ceases to light up, it means that her soul will sleep forever.

Pei Yizhou's eyes were dim, and he lowered his head and touched her fingertips with his lips.

She seemed to be aware of it, and her fingertips quivered slightly. Although faint, they were still clearly captured by Pei Yizhou.

"Well…"

The groan/groan from his throat was shallow and faint, and he immediately raised his eyes.

An Xiang had just awakened from a long sleep, his eyes filled with ignorance and confusion. Her lips were dry and chapped due to lack of water for a long time, and the dead skin stuck together. Because it was too uncomfortable, she wanted to smack her lips without realizing it.

Pei Yizhou immediately moistened her lips with a cotton swab dipped in water.

Consciousness returned slowly, and An wanted to stare at him for a while before he smiled, "Mr. Pei, you are back~"

She is very good, even better than Pei Nuo.

Pei Yizhou was sour and couldn't help resenting his leaving.

She had signs of illness earlier, right in front of him, but he didn't notice it, thinking it was just a simple inflammation of the tonsils, or that at that time, the virus had begun to swallow every inch of her body.

"Well, I am."

Ann Xiang was very tired, closed his eyes and opened it with difficulty, "Did you work well?"

"smoothly."

"Am I in the hospital?"

"Ok."

To be honest, An Xiang no longer remembered what happened. She remembered that she coughed a lot and coughed up a lot of blood. At that time, An Xiang was terrified and wanted to call an ambulance with her mobile phone. Then her eyes went dark and the world fell into darkness. vast.

She slowly turned her head and looked around, but she was relieved not to find her son.

No matter how clever Mo Mo was, he was still a kid, and he would be scared if he saw her coughing up blood.

"I'm sick, am I?"

Pei Yizhou was silent, and was not going to tell her about lung cancer, "It will get better."

An wanted to smile: "Don't hide, how can you cough up blood when you have a common cold."

She was not surprised by all this.

I remember that when the system was still there, she told her that the death faced by this body was inevitable. The accident encountered by the original owner caused her soul to leave this body and go to another time and space to reopen a more perfect life. As for An Xiang, he will replace the original owner who left to become the promoter of the novel's plot, and he will also become the replacement of death.

In fact, she had a hunch when she fell ill for the first time.

At that time, An Xiang was unwilling to accept reality, because she was used to this kind of life. She could see the sun when she opened her eyes, touch the moonlight when she stretched out her hand, and hug her son when she opened her arms. All this is too happy for her, she indulges in it and does not want to wake up.

An wants to turn his head and look at the blue sky outside the window.

If An Ruoming's words are true, then her own body has been burned to ashes, and this body will immediately go to extinction. After her death, there will be no place for the soul in this world.

The system is gone, and the body is gone, she has nowhere to go, no retreat.

Ann wanted to raise her hand to wipe away her tears, and turned her head back with a bright smile: "So what the **** am I?"

Pei Yizhou pursed his lips and no longer concealed: "The doctor said it may be a malignant tumor, which grows in the lungs."

"...Hmm." She responded with difficulty, saying that the system would really make arrangements for her.

"Mo Mo knows?"

"The hospital he sent you to."

That is to know.

An Xiang's chest pain is dull. I don't know if it's because of cancer or emotion.

Then she wanted to open it again: "Fortunately, Mo Mo has Affective Disorder, otherwise he will definitely not be able to accept it." She once worried that mental illness would harm Mo Mo's body, but now it has become his protective cover. He is ruthless and desireless, indicating that he will not grieve because of her departure. When she leaves, he will still be able to live a good life and grow up healthy.

Pei Yizhou wanted to tell her that Mo Mo was much sensible and tender, but she couldn't bear to speak suddenly when she looked at her. For An Xiang now, that should make her feel even more uncomfortable.

"Pei Yizhou, let Mo Mo transfer to your side."

An Xiang's tone was too like an account of funeral affairs, and Pei Yizhou's heart swelled when he heard it, "Zimo is on your side and won't go anywhere."

"But…"

"Thinking about it, no." Pei Yizhou squeezed her hand, her eyes burning, and her tone was firmer than ever, "I won't let you have anything to do."

His looming stubbornness made An Xiang a momentary stunned, opened his mouth, and finally asked the long backlog of questions—

"Pei Yizhou, why do you care about me so much?"

She seemed to understand something, but she didn't dare to understand. The eyes looking at him were blank and uneasy.

Pei Yizhou's Adam's apple rolled, finally unable to hold on to himself, possessed and did what he had always wanted to do.

The four lips touched ruthlessly/desire at all, only a thousand words of unspeakable affection entangled in this shallow kiss.

Nuan Yang outlined the two figures together, An Xiang's eyes widened inconceivably, and for a moment he forgot to push him away.

After a short three-second touch, he slowly separated, leaving only the affection in the ink-colored pupils.

An Xiang's heart trembled, and she hurriedly turned her eyes away.

It is false to say that he is not shocked or excited, although he had expected it, but when he did this, he was still surprised.

The mood swings made An Xiang cough violently, and his electrocardiogram gradually increased.

Pei Yizhou rang the bell, and the doctors and nurses slipped in and gave her a physical examination.

An Xiang's current state is relatively stable. Then, just wait patiently for the results of the examination. If it is a benign tumor, then everyone will be happy; if it is malignant, she will need further treatment.

Even if An Xiang knows her destiny and clearly understands that there is no hope for the future, she still can't help but expect a ray of light to tear through the dense darkness in front of her.

She wants to live.

Think more than anyone.

"Pei Yizhou." An Xiang stared at him with a hoarse voice and a clear smile, but his eyes were filled with moist tears, "If I can live, I will marry you."

Marry him.

Give Momo a home, think about a home.

He curled his lips, his voice was clear and gentle: "I always thought we were married."