I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The next day happened to be Saturday. According to the agreement, An wanted to take An Zimo back to his home for care.

The young boy in front of him was wearing suspenders with a European-style retro style, with black hair and white skin, and his yet-opened phoenix eyes calmly scanning the house environment, his posture like a juvenile lion patrolling the territory, revealing a little domineering for no reason.

An Xiang has no experience with children. She stood awkwardly for a while, stepped aside and said, "Without the slippers you wear, you can come in directly."

An Zimo glanced at the smooth floor, took off his shoes and walked in barefoot.

Ann wanted to scratch his head and proactively said, "I will teach you how to count first, okay?"

He responded gently.

"Then you take the book out."

An Zimo sat in front of the sofa and cleverly took out the baby math book. The booklet was newly bought yesterday, with two big heads printed on it, with stupid smiles that made An Zimo drop his lips in disdain.

An Xiang didn't notice the abnormality, and sat next to him and started teaching him addition within ten.

"The little mouse likes to eat cheese. He ate one cheese on the first day and another on the second day. How many cheeses did the little mouse eat?"

An Xiang's voice was soft, and she read word by word patiently.

His eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look to his side. An Xiang carried an aura that made him familiar and reassuring. His drooping eyelashes were naughty and upturned. Although he lost his memory, he was still gentle when facing him.

"Zimo, how many cheese did the little mouse eat?"

Her dark pupils slammed over.

An Zimo pursed his lips and said, "Two."

"Wow, classmate Zimo is so smart!" An wanted to applaud cooperatively, her eyes full of admiration.

An Zimo's face was flushed, avoiding his sight and saying nothing.

To him, children arithmetic is like Einstein's elementary school math class, shame and mentally handicapped is not yet challenging. In order to get along with her mother more and more, An Zimo had to endure the impatience in her heart. When the problem became more difficult, she had to show a confused look and ask An Xiang to ask questions. This can make her feel fulfilled.

In fact, An Xiang does have a sense of accomplishment.

An Zimo is not as bearish as he imagined, quiet and sensible, and will praise her for being smart.

"Mom, you know a lot, mom, you are so good." An Zimo blew mother's rainbow fart, her beautiful face full of admiration.

Ann wanted to be embarrassed by the praise: "It's so so, it's brother Zimo who is smarter."

"No, no, my mother taught me well."

Ann wanted to calm down and realized that the child seemed to call her mother all the time.

She coughed slightly and restrained her emotions, and said, "Student Zimo, you should call me aunt or teacher."

It was a matter of the previous life that An Zimo became her son. In this life, they are not relatives, and it is really inappropriate for them to recognize their mother.

An Xiang slapped Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, but he didn't expect An Zimo to hear her heart clearly.

He clenched the pencil tightly, and his sour and rising emotions tugged in his heart.

"Don't you recognize me?" An Zimo's voice trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

An Xiang sighed in her heart, tense her nerves, as if she was approaching an enemy: "Don't stop crying, I won't coax children, don't cry."

An Zimo turned her head away, leaving only the back of her head full of grievances.

"Mainly we are not very familiar, you call me mother, I am not used to it."

She should have said: "You are my mother, what's not used to it."

An Xiang whispered: "I have never conceived you, nor have I given birth to you, so I am not your mother."

An Zimo took a deep breath and was about to refute, but found that there was no way to refute.

An Xiang is now returning to his body, this body has indeed never conceived him, nor has he given birth to him, not to mention blood ties between them, and even the memory remains.

An Xiang looked at him with no pampering, no maternal love, completely strange.

If she could never remember, she would never treat him as her own son.

The thought that arose in an instant made An Zimo feel as if he fell into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold to the bone.

He originally thought that by finding his mother, he would be able to live the same life as before, but now it seems that he is too naive. Mother's memory was buried in the dust with her dead body. For her, he was just an intruder who broke her peaceful life.

perhaps……

Maybe she will never remember; maybe she will marry someone else and give birth to a blood-connected child, he is nothing.

An Zimo suddenly fell into a panic about the future, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was bloodless.

His sudden change of expression made An want to notice, and stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

An Zimo recovered and took out the mobile phone he carried from his schoolbag.

This mobile phone was a gift that An Xiang gave him when he left. He carried it close to his body for six months and listened to the voice over and over thousands of times. At this time An Zimo handed the phone to An Xiang, "You left it to me, do you remember?"

The mobile phone screensaver is An Xiang's selfie, with a pretty and bright smile. There are a lot of video and audio in it, which makes An Xiang very surprised, but there are no extra emotions except surprise.

"Sorry, I don't remember." An Xiang looked at the fragile boy with pity, fingertips moved slightly, and raised his hand to touch the top of his soft hair, "Don't be sad. May I make lunch for you? "

An Xiang can cook and has a good craftsmanship. I believe the children will be happy after eating.

Hearing this, An Zimo's eyes lit up.

When An Xiang got up and entered the kitchen, he cut his finger with a utility knife, fresh blood poured out from the wound, and the sweet and attractive mango fragrance spread throughout the living room.

An Xiang stopped, her attention uncontrollably attracted to him.

[Little classmate smells good. ]

[I want to eat. ]

Suck.

Drooling.

This scene is exactly the same as when the two met for the first time.

An Xiang is now a vampire, and with her sensitive smell, she needs more than humans back then. I don't believe that she is not deceived.

An Zimo put away the little self-satisfaction in his heart, fingers desperately squeezed blood out, and his big raised eyes were purely sprouting: "Mom, I'm injured."

An thought that the eyeballs would be hooked out by the scarlet blood, and the saliva secreted crazily in her mouth. She licked the corners of her mouth one after another, her eyes flashing red like a hungry wolf. After some battle between heaven and man, An Xiang finally chose to endure. An Zimo is still a child, even if he is hungry and thirsty, he can't attack the baby.

She narrowed her eyes regretfully, turned around to find a Band-Aid, and wrapped her injured little hand around her, "Okay, so it won't hurt."

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"Children can't play with knives." An wanted to pack the utility knife, with a drop of blood on the blade. She swallowed her saliva, reluctantly wiped the utility knife with a tissue, "I'll cook for you, are you obedient?"

"." If it weren't for mind-reading skills, An Zimo would really think that he would be indifferent and indifferent.

Finished.

How can he get pity from his mother?