I Am the Mother of a Prodigy - Chapter 13

An Zimo wanted to get rid of this neurosis quickly, but it was so easy to get rid of it completely.

First of all, he is still a kid. Secondly, he needs a certificate and a bank card to make money. Of course, if he has a computer and some funds, the certificate is not impossible to get out. Then the first step is to make money. Making money requires a certificate…

In an endless loop.

Suddenly, An Zimo felt that the road ahead was slim, and sighed. He closed his eyes and decided to plan these things in the future.

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The next day.

The milk tea shop where Ann wants not to sell milk tea officially opened. She couldn’t let her son be at home alone, so she brought them to the shop together.

It opened on the first day, and the location was on the wrong side. The shops that were not advertised naturally had no customers. In the empty milk tea shop, An Xiang sat in front of the stage holding a paintbrush, drawing business cards one by one, each with a different image of the Q version of the villain.

She was actually not as unbearable as her mother said.

During the countless days and nights imprisoned, An Xiang would learn some little fun by himself and survive the boredom. Painting was learned at that time. There is no foundation, and naturally it is not professional, but it is not too bad, and it is also available on the Internet. People praise cuteness, and slowly they can still receive business manuscripts.

An Xiang drew dozens of pictures and began to feel tired. He put down his straight waist and flicked his sore wrists back and forth, and set his eyes on An Zimo.

He is watching TV, financial channels.

An Xiang remained silent for a while, and suddenly wondered if his son would be too boring to be here with her every day? When the milk tea shop gradually rises, I am afraid it will become busy too, and then I can’t always worry about my son.

So… Do you want to send your son to kindergarten?

Ann wanted to have this idea, but was also afraid that her dumb-headed son would be bullied.

The stupid mother was sad for a long time, and took the paper money and sat on the sofa, “Son.”

An Zimo glanced at it, rather indifferent.

“Do you want my mother to teach you how to read Chinese characters?” She took a pen and stroked and flicked a neat note on the piece of paper. “Look, this is the Chinese character An. It’s our surname.”

“The sub is very simple, the ink is a bit complicated, and the ink is written like this…” An Xiang just wrote a black, and then suddenly got stuck, the pen was clicked on it for a long time without writing the remaining radicals.

“Sneer.” An Zimo put his hands around his chest, mockingly not giving face.

An Xiang’s face instantly blushed, “I, I will!” He straightened his neck and said, “I just forget it if I don’t write often. Actually I will!”

She really did, but the look in her son’s eyes was obviously unbelievable.

The doorbell rang while speaking.

Ann wants to see it, is it possible that there are guests? !

Thinking of this, Ann jumped up from the sofa and quickly opened the door.

“Hello, welcome!”

Standing outside the door were two fifteen-year-olds, dressed in school uniforms, and the head of them was very tall, estimated to be 1.8 meters tall. The teenager is also good-looking, with fine white skin, exquisite features, and eyes that have the unique greenness of this age.

He was holding the schoolbag strap in one hand, as if dumbfounded, Fengyan stared at An Xiang unblinkingly.

“Hello, we want to ask about cute cats…”

Before he finished speaking, the boy next to him was pushed to the back with one hand. The young man stepped forward two steps, staring down at An Xiang’s face, the roots of his ears were strangely flushed.

“Wh, is milk tea sold here?”

An Xiang shook his head honestly: “We don’t sell milk tea.”

“But it says on your door…”

“Milk tea is too troublesome, I’m going to sell juice instead.” An Xiang pointed to his feet, “Leave this apartment and turn left. There are milk tea sellers there.”

“Hey, Pei Chen, let’s go to Mao Café…”

The companion started urging again. The young man named Pei Chen frowned and his expression became impatient. He turned his head and stared fiercely: “Mao, you mom.” After being fierce with his companion, he looked at An and thought, changing his irritability and gentleness. She asked shyly, “Well, what do you sell like this?”

Ann thought that the child was too weird, and said, “Juice.”

“Okay, then we want juice.” He walked around An Xiang and walked into the house, “Do I need to change shoes?”

“No need, just come here to order.”

Ann Xiang hurried into the bar. Because of the sudden opening, many things were not prepared. The menu was made temporarily with hard cards, and there were only two dishes on it—

Son: The price is 18.

Purified water: the price is 2.

Pei Chen glanced at the menu and said without changing his face; “Bring me a glass of son, less sugar and more ice.” Then he looked to his side, “Yin Dongyu, what do you want?”

Yin Dongyu’s tangled expression was like constipation, and finally said weakly: “…I want to go to Maojia.”

“My cat, mother.” Pei Chen cursed in a low voice, slapped him on the back of the head, and said to An Xiang, “Give him a cup of son, too.”

Although the two boys were strange, they were lucky to receive the business.

Ann wanted to seat the two of them and concentrate on squeezing juice.

They put down their schoolbags, Pei Chen stretched out one long leg at will, propped his elbow on the table, and looked at An Xiang from time to time.

The busy girls at the bar can definitely be described as beautiful.

The idle and gentle sunshine leaped on her soft hair, she was white and beautiful, her eyebrows were quiet, pure and lovely just right.

More importantly, she smells so good.

When Pei Chen first walked in, he was attracted by the smell, not the tacky perfume, but the sweetness that radiated from the blood.

Gan!

The fangs are about to be exposed.

Pei Chen looked back anxiously, covered his mouth tightly, and whispered: “Retract…Retract…”

“Pei Chen, what are you doing?”

“Don’t do it.” Pei Chen coughed softly and put down his hands, looked around at random, and then noticed An Zimo who was sitting not far away.

The little guy sat upright, staring motionlessly at the TV like a puppet.

Pei Chen turned his attention to his face again, thick eyebrows and big eyes are very cute, just…

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay.” Pei Chen retracted his gaze, unconsciously covering his chest, a little bit suffocated here.

Yin Dongyu suddenly realized: “Your milk hurts?”

“Go away, your milk hurts!”

Across the round table, the two clashed together.

“Hello, the two glasses of your son, please use it slowly.” An wanted to put the prepared juice in front of the two of them, and was about to leave with the dinner plate, when Pei Chen was suddenly stopped.

“Is this store newly opened?”

Ann wanted to nod her head: “It just started business today, and you are my first batch of guests.” She thought that there would be no visits in the next month, but she didn’t expect to receive orders so quickly.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

She laughed sweetly, and there was a small dimple, Pei Chen was almost stunned, and the roots of her ears were even redder than when she first came in.

“Then you guys use it slowly, call me if you need it.” An wanted to return to the bar and began to clean up the desktop.

Pei Chen took a sip of the juice and said dazedly: “She secretly sent Qiubo to me, is she interesting to me?”

Before Yin Dongyu could answer, he heard a small, unclear mockery: “Stupid.”

Pei Chen listened carefully to make sure that he heard nothing wrong.

That kid is scolding him!

He was about to attack, facing An Zimo’s calm and gloomy eyes, those eyes merged with someone in his mind, and the soles of his feet suddenly became cold, he slowly retracted his neck, lowered his head and slowly sucked the juice.

“Yin Dongwoo why don’t you drink it?”

Yin Dongyu took out his homework and started to study the questions, without raising his head and said, “I can’t drink my son.”

The name of the juice is too ghostly, but any normal person would not want to drink it.

Pei Chen pursed his lips, and moved his mind to the homework on the table.

He put the juice aside, opened his schoolbag and took out an unwritten exercise book, and his eyes followed An Xiang’s figure.

The boy wrote all the tactics on his face, An Zimo switched the screen bored, and said in a voice that only three people could hear: “Don’t think about it, she won’t.”

“What?”

An Zimo leisurely leaned on the soft sofa quilt, his two lower legs swayed from side to side, and the little milk sounded slowly: “She can’t do high numbers.”

Pei Chen: “…” He died before he became a teacher.

Pei Chen still didn’t give up, and took out the Chinese papers again.

An Zimo smiled again, sneer: “If she knows three hundred Tang poems, maybe she can teach you two ancient poems.”

Hold!

Pei Chen slapped the table fiercely, thumping his chest with hatred, this little boy’s mouth is so **** poisonous!

It’s exactly the same as his grandfather!

After drinking the juice, the two had no intention of leaving, and quietly lay on the table to do their homework.

The clock on the wall unknowingly pointed to seven, An Xiang was a little anxious and embarrassed, because the home is too remote, and with Zimo, she expected to close the shop and go home at 5:30, but she finally came to the guests. It’s not good to catch customers.

An wanted to struggle for a long time, but finally stepped forward, slightly bent over and approached Pei Chen, her voice deliberately soft: “Classmate, we are going to close the shop.”

Pei Chen’s ears twitched, he hurriedly closed the exercise book covered with the villain, and kicked to Yin Dongyu: “Tong Tzu get up and go home.” He picked up his schoolbag and wanted to be calm when facing An Xiang, but he was shy. Red neck still betrayed him.

He looked into her eyes and stammered: “You, your son is delicious.”

An Zimo, who had been acting as air, raised his head, then lowered it again, pretending not to hear.

“Does my sister have a business card? I can introduce friends over.”

“Yes.” An Xiang hurriedly handed over the business card, “If it tastes good, you can come again next time.”

Pei Chen lowered his head, and the hand-drawn rabbit on the card had a cute and cute expression. Next to it were the two characters of gracefulness—An Xiang.

“Is this your name?”

“Ok.”

“You, your name is nice…” Pei Chen’s face turned red, and he suddenly squeezed, “Wait, wait for the weekend I will bring friends.”

An thought for a moment, then smiled: “Okay.”

Pei Chen carried his schoolbag, carefully put the card in his pocket, and reluctantly walked out of the apartment with his partner.

The two parted ways at the intersection, Pei Chen stood leaning against the wall, quietly waiting for the car to pick him up.

At this time, there was a ringing from the mobile phone, and the message showed-it was not Pei Yizhou who wanted to call him grandfather.

[Where? ]

Pei Chen replied: [Opposite to your company. ]

He didn’t send any more messages, which was in line with his temperament.

Just as Pei Chen put his phone back into his schoolbag, the black Maybach drove slowly across the road, and finally stopped beside him.

The window of the car slid down, revealing a small part of the man’s face. Judging from his eyes, he is not in a good mood now.

“boarding.”

Pei Chen was a little confused, and sat in with her neck shrinking.

Pei Yizhou’s long legs overlapped, and he was unsmiling. The extreme coldness alone made Pei Chen speechless.

“The school called me today.”

“First, don’t talk about school first.” Pei Chen was not afraid to interrupt him deadly, craned his neck and asked, “Seventh Grandfather, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“…”

The atmosphere inside the carriage is weird.

Pei Yizhou’s pupils were deep, staring at him for a few seconds and then laughing: “Do you believe you will die today.”

Pei Chen didn’t speak, and drooped his head down with a weeping face.

When the car drove away, two shadows, one large and one small, walked out of the apartment, and they missed them perfectly.