I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

"Mo Mo, I'm back!"

An Xiang ran to An Zimo out of breath, only then did he notice the strange man standing beside him.

Thinking of what happened at KFC last time, An Xiang suddenly became vigilant, pulling An Zimo behind her back.

"Are you the mother of this child?"

Ann wanted to nod, and said nothing.

The assistant had a good temper and smiled, "This child was in danger just now, so luckily he met us. As a parent, you must not let the child walk around alone. Next time you won't be so lucky." The assistant said After that, hurriedly keep up with Pei Yizhou's pace.

An Xiang was stunned for a while at the back of his departure before realizing what he had just said.

Trafficker?

An Xiang couldn't help but look at his silent son.

Behind An Zimo's hands, his side eyes deviated from An Xiang's line of sight. The dark pupils didn't know where to put them, and it didn't matter where they were written on the immature face.

An Xiang squatted halfway in front of him, clasping the thin shoulders in front of him, her eyes serious: "Is what the uncle said true?"

He didn't speak and looked angry.

An Xiang pursed her lips and scratched her cheeks in distress. This time it was her personal mistake. Originally, she thought it would be safer if there were security guards in the mall. Besides, she only left for a short while, but she didn't expect...

"Mo Mo, next time I won't leave you behind." An Xiangqiang braced himself with a smile, "I promise you."

The last thing An Zimo didn't believe was the guarantee, and he didn't even bother to give the other person a look, turned around and walked out without squinting.

An Xiang hurriedly got up and chased after him, tightly holding the small palms next to him, and then he broke away again in the next second, An Xiang unwillingly pulls over again, and again and again, he finally gave up resistance and let her lead to them. Milk tea shop.

The milk tea shop compensated by the customer service opened on the third floor of an old apartment opposite the commercial building. It was obviously such a prosperous location, but it chose such a humble location.

She arrived at the innermost floor of the third floor according to the address and saw the plaque posted on the door at a glance.

[A milk tea shop. ]

Ok. The vulgar is the elegant, which is good.

Ann wanted to enter the password and opened the door with a nervous excitement.

The customer service has already arranged all the documents required to open the shop, including materials and tools, are fully prepared. The apartment is only 50 square meters, with four tables in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the open kitchen is connected to the toll counter, which is very convenient.

The environment is quite satisfactory, but it is estimated that there will not be many customers when the milk tea shop opens in such a place.

She walked into the back kitchen, opened the refrigerator first, and a small card fell out of it.

[Hello host, the fresh ingredients needed to make milk tea are automatically replaced every day, without you having to buy ingredients. The house is personally presented by the Space-Time Administration, and all the expenses for opening the shop are borne by us, earning the necessary personal income of the host. ]

Under the card is also written: [Apologize again for the inconvenience caused to you. ]

This is the end of the matter, and the son is also born. Is an apology useful?

But they are very thoughtful.

Ann wants to visit everywhere. It is estimated that it will cost a lot of money to rent a house here for one month. She does not need to pay for food materials and property water and electricity. Since there is no investment, there will be no loss. Even if the location is not good, it is not impossible to try it. .

An wanted to stroke the brand-new appliance, a flash of inspiration and an idea.

"Son son, come here." An Xiang's eyes glowed, and his fingers couldn't help but wave towards An Zimo who was standing at the door.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo frowned, not moving.

"Let mother smell your body." As he said, he swallowed unconsciously.

The two folds between An Zimo's brows were thicker, "No."

"Don't be shy, mother smell it."

An Xiang effortlessly grabbed his inability to resist his son, and sniffed **** his neck.

The sudden approach caused An Zimo's pores to open in an instant, his face was full of disgust, and his little hands pushed her hard.

Milk, mango, and a little bit of mint.

The mixture of these smells is very strange, An Xiang couldn't help but sniff twice, and was stimulated by the sweet smell to produce fluid in his mouth again.

She let go of her son, ran back to the kitchen and put on an apron, prepared all the ingredients according to the taste, and started to make juice.

An Xiang was a bit unskilled with these devices for the first time, and finally made a finished product after several failed attempts. She carefully poured the juice into the cup, put a little mint on it and stirred it evenly, plugged in a straw and took a sip.

The rich fragrance of mango blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the fragrance of milk is mixed in it. The clear mint is the finishing touch to this cold drink.

After trying it, An Xiang's eyes lit up all of a sudden, that's right! This is the taste of son! !

She picked up the juice and rushed to An Zimo, who was in a daze on the chair, and delivered the carefully prepared drink to his mouth, "Taste it, mom made it for the first time." She was very excited, and her voice trembled.

An Zimo ran with An Xiang all day long and had a dry throat. Looking at the brightly colored juice in front of him, he unconsciously licked his dry lips, bowed his head and sipped slightly.

Grunt.

The drink enters into the abdomen, it is cold and refreshing, unexpectedly delicious.

An Zimo held the cup and drank furiously into the straw.

Seeing him happily drinking, Ann would not mention how fulfilled.

"tasty?"

This time, An Zimo nodded in face.

Ann thought with a proud look: "It's delicious, it's my son's taste after all."

"...???" An Zimo's sucking motion stopped.

An Xiang didn't notice that he looked abnormal, so he straightened his chest and continued, "The name of this drink is my son! The price is 88!"

"..." You **** steal money! !

What An Zimo drank almost came out.

Ann Xiang was very satisfied with this milk tea shop. After trying this day, she decided not to sell milk tea but juice instead. Juice is more convenient to make than milk tea, and the human beings all over the street are all her juice ingredients!

[The smell of blood is really happy. ]

[Even if you can't drink human blood, you can remember the taste and squeeze them into juice with this craft. ]

[No more drooling at my son in the future. ]

Ann wanted to be overwhelmed with excitement.

An Zimo beside him stared at her strangely all the way.

What do you mean by frying them into juice? What do they mean by humans?

Isn't his mother a cannibal?

An Zimo...began to panic.

An Xiang is very satisfied with the milk tea shop. As for the opening time, he will have to consider in the future.

In the afternoon, I finally finished the day’s trip and returned home. The commercial building had put the things she bought in the express cabinet in advance. There were a lot of things. An Xiang took three trips to fetch them all.

In the end, there was a big box left, and An wanted to hold it to An Zimo's room, and put the things on the bed carelessly.

When An Zimo came out of the bathroom, he saw the extra square box in the room.

He glanced at the busy An Xiang in the living room, closed his eyes tightly, and hesitated to step forward to unpack the package.

The red and white cool mech was lying quietly in the plastic box, An Zimo was holding the box in his hand, his eyelashes drooping, and his two white teeth slowly clenching his lower lip.

He couldn't help but tighten his fingers while holding the box, his calm eyes were gradually occupied by craziness, and finally he couldn't bear the resentment in his heart. He brutally tore the protective layer and violently pulled the toy out of it.

The toy in his hand kept stimulating his nerves, reminding him of all the misfortunes he had suffered.

hatred.

hatred.

I hate it.

An Zimo lost his reason and disassembled the mecha parts in twos or twos, and finally slammed the mecha's head against the floor, stomping one after another with his feet, completely venting his anger.

The poor toy had worn out under the brutality, he was about to continue, the door was opened, and the gentle female voice came over.

"Momo has already started playing with toys?"

The ground was in a mess, and the parts of the mecha were scattered all over the ground. The most pitiful was the head under An Zimo's feet, which was as gray and scratched as possible.

He didn't look up or move, sticking in place like a sculpture.

Ann wanted to go forward to pack the cartons, and didn't care about the badly damaged toys on the floor. He said: "When I went to buy this today, the toys were already bought, so I had to go to other places to buy them, so I wasted some time. Today. I haven't told you, I just want to surprise you."

An Zimo has not yet reached the age of four. He has been in the village since he was born. He is obviously innocent, but there is nothing funny or delicious. If someone gives a gift, he will be very happy.

Fortunately, he didn't hate it.

"Surprise?" Hearing what she said, An Zimo bent down and picked up the head on the ground. "What surprise?" His head dropped very low, and the eyes covered by his eyelashes became indifferent.

An Xiang couldn't see the expression on his face, and while tidying up, she told her son seriously: "It's just that people are happy to receive gifts when they don't know it. This is a surprise." Unfortunately, she has never received it since she was a child. Gifts, no one has surprised her.

"I don't understand, what's so happy about this." An Zimo smiled coldly, dropped the toy on the ground, climbed into the stroller and shrank himself in the quilt, firmly and airtight.

An thought for a moment, put down her things and walked over, forcibly pulled the quilt away, so that the little face was completely exposed in her field of vision.

I have to admit that An Zimo is a very delicate and beautiful child, although his skin has become a bit rough due to long-term life in the mountains, and has a shallow plateau red, but this does not affect his cuteness.

However, there has never been a smile on this beautiful face.

"Mo Mo, are you unhappy?" She stared at him deeply, her eyes clear, as if she wanted to see him through.

An Zimo pursed his lips to avoid An Xiang's sight, unwilling to have extra contact with her.

"Because I almost lost you when I went to buy a toy today?" An Xiang held his face and asked anxiously, "Also, or to say... Actually, you don't like living with me."

What was given to her was silence, and even a silent answer.

An Xiang was deeply discouraged, but she was also expecting it.

After all, no son in this world is willing to accept an irresponsible mother, and he may not accept her until she dies.

Thinking of this, An Xiang's eyes quickly turned acid and red, sitting on the side of the bed and sobbing uncontrollably.

She cried inexplicably and without warning, so that An Zimo, who was still crazy just now, was full of consternation.

"why are you crying?"

Ann wanted to wipe away the tears with a whistle, forcibly holding back his cry, taking his hand up solemnly and saying, "Son, even if you, even if you don't like me, you still want to live with me." She sucked her nose. , "This is no way, who made you a baby now."

After speaking, he expressed regret and sighed deeply.

"..."

"..."

An Zimo's eyebrows beat fiercely, is this a **** provocation?

OK, then he accepts the provocation and lets her see if the little baby can live away from an adult!