I Am the Mother of a Prodigy - Chapter 29

[I’m ready to realize it. ]

After listening to these words, An Zimo’s cold expression was finally a little uncomfortable.

“I don’t know.” He said.

Pei Yizhou twisted his eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied.

“I didn’t lie to you, I don’t know when my birthday is.” An Zimo always tells the truth when he is too lazy to lie. He really doesn’t know when his birthday is, but he remembers the anniversary very clearly.

In the fourteen years of the previous life, his mother had never given him a birthday, and even his mother had forgotten the date when he was born. Later, he asked someone to do the account, and that person added a number casually. He is even more unclear in this life. He has been inexplicably stupid for three years since he was born.

“Or I can greet you, maybe she knows it.”

“maybe?”

An Zimo casually said, “She left me in the village when she was born, and she probably didn’t want to raise me.” After this, she saw a slight astonishment on Pei Yizhou’s face.

He deliberately.

He just wanted to know how this “father” faced the woman when he learned the truth, and how he faced him.

Pei Yizhou was silent.

The first thought that sprouted in my heart was distressed.

An Xiang was only 20 years old when she was pregnant. Maybe she was still in school. She couldn’t take care of the child on her own, so it would be excusable to leave it to others.

The second idea is to understand that even if a child is abandoned by his mother, he will not easily accept it again. It is also understandable that he can have such a soul.

He is not good for all the blame.

Pei Yizhou’s heart was heavy and he couldn’t help sighing.

An Zimo wrinkled his small nose. The man’s consciousness was too high, and the living Father was reincarnated.

He didn’t want to deal with this inexplicable person anymore, so he asked: “Do you want me to call Ann?”

“No.” Pei Yizhou squatted too long and his legs were a bit numb. He stood up, and when his palm was about to fall on An Zimo’s shaggy hair, he quickly retracted it, “Let her sleep.”

After hearing this, An Zimo didn’t hold back, and slammed the door vigorously.

Pei Yizhou stayed in front of the door for a few minutes, and finally turned and left.

He has to think about it.

Think carefully about how to get acquainted with An Xiang. It is best to find a way that does not hurt her and allows her to know who she is.

But…

At the beginning, she did not hesitate to send the child away. There must be resistance in it. Will she only reject him when she learns all the truth?

**

“Mo Mo, was anyone here just now?” An Xiang only woke up, his voice vague.

“no.”

“Oh.” An thought without any doubt, and walked back to the room sleepily, preparing to sleep for a while. When I scanned the phone on the table, I remembered that someone had sent her a message before going to bed.

She picked up the phone to unlock it, and the last news came from Pei Yizhou.

An Xiang thinks for a few seconds and replied: [Good Mr. Pei. ]

[Pei Yizhou: Waking up? ]

[An thinks: Wake up. ]

She didn’t realize it was right until she finished replying.

How did Pei Yizhou know that she was asleep? Is it possible…

An Xiang’s pupils shrank and rushed to An Zimo’s room.

She pushed the door open hard, and shouted anxiously: “An Zimo, was it Mr. Pei who came just now?!”

An Zimo lay down on the bed, flipping through the book, and gave a hmm.

She didn’t care about so much, she stepped forward to **** the booklet, pulled up An Zimo and asked, “You didn’t talk nonsense to him!”

An Zimo broke away from her hand and smirked, “I’m just asking if he has a girlfriend for you.”

“You…” An Xiang’s eyes widened, “Why are you so bad!”

“Slightly.” An Zimo stuck out his tongue provocatively, for fear that his **** would be hurt, he flew to the toilet and locked the door firmly.

An Zimo stroked his chin in thought.

In fact, it’s not a bad thing to make Ann want to find someone.

As long as she gets married, she doesn’t have so much energy to control him. The so-called parents didn’t get along well with him. As long as he strives to be more bearish and vicious, they throw him back to his hometown as before and have a second child. When the time comes, they will all run away.

There are two roads before An Zimo.

One is to rely on Pei Chen to earn the cost of running away from home; the other is to match An Xiang and Pei Yizhou to have a second child together.

An Zimo decided to do both, if one fails, there are two!

Thinking of this, An Zimo couldn’t help touching his round head, and admiring himself sincerely. He deserves to be the head with an IQ of 180. Die is very smart.

What’s wrong with his head like melon seeds? Why should he be a son?

“An Zimo, come out for me! I will teach you a lesson this time!”

Ann couldn’t help but slapped the door and roared.

He opened the door calmly, his calm little expression in stark contrast with the frustrated An Xiang.

“you…”

“Mom.” An Zimo called her lightly.

An thought for a moment, then slowly lowered the raised hand.

She couldn’t help slowing her breath, and savoured her son’s rare mother.

“Why, what’s the matter?” An Xiang’s big eyes are moist and beautiful, and his tone is soft, silly and cute.

Gee, it’s so coaxing.

He kept quiet: “The brochure says that a dance party will be held in the garden pool in the evening.”

“Seems to be…”

Ann wanted to scratch her face.

But what does it have to do with her? She doesn’t know how to dance, she recognizes her birth, and she doesn’t like attending such crowded parties, let alone there is a child who can’t go away at all.

“I want to go.”

“Hey?” Ann thought dumbfounded, “You…you want to go?”

“Yeah.” An Zimo nodded, “Will you accompany me.”

“Not good.” An Xiang decisively refused.

She is not stupid.

She was so fierce and wicked that her dead son would change his face to call mother a second, and even wanted to go to a dance party for some reason, using his toes to know that there was a ghost in it.

Besides, there are all kinds of people at the dance party, and she can’t afford the trouble.

After thinking about An Xiang, he became sober. He immediately walked out of the sugar-coated cannonball he gave him and nodded his forehead fiercely: “An Zimo, I don’t believe you anymore.”

An Zimo curled his lips.

“Although you have spoken humbly to Mr. Pei, you have not yet apologized to me.” An Xiang will never forget the look in her son’s eyes today. It is true that she spoils him and takes care of him, and it is serious not to forgive him.

“Unless you give me a reasonable reason, you won’t be able to go out in the next few days.”

An Zimo didn’t overdo it and muttered, “…tens of thousands a day.”

“Hundreds of thousands can’t go out!” An wanted to put his hands in his pockets, “I have changed, and I will be the devil’s mother in the future. If you act disobedient or hurt others, I will definitely not let you go. Today’s **** is just A start, understand?”

She is plausible and strong.

An Zimo couldn’t help but touched his butt. Although the flesh still didn’t feel any pain, the piece must have been beaten and swollen, and he could clearly feel the convex marks on his palm.

Vicious woman.

The more An Zimo thought about it, the less reconciled he was, gritted his teeth severely, and made his determination to leave again.

“Does the **** still hurt?”

She had only finished the horrible long speech, and immediately became cautiously concerned about the condition of his ass.

An Zimo returned to his senses, blinked blankly, and then frowned, “It wasn’t you who hit me. Didn’t I hurt as you intended? Why do you still ask me.” Or he was afraid that he would not hurt and wanted to slap more. .

alright.

Hit as much as you want, and men should bear the burden of humiliation.

Besides, he was used to being beaten a long time ago, and he didn’t feel any pain. Slaps were as common as eating and drinking.

An Zimo took off his pants, turned his back, and cocked his hips: “I request that the confinement be changed to corporal punishment. When you look at the fight, when is enough?” Pause, “Remember to take me there after the end. prom.”

“…”