I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

After a short rest, the strength of the body's limbs gradually gradually.

Hearing the question, An Xiang raised his hand to the weak student, "I...I am a parent."

The cold moment in Pei Yizhou's expression was replaced by astonishment.

His pupils tightened, clearly unbelievable: "You...?"

"Yeah." An Xiang nodded lightly, looked at the pool again, and whispered, "Little duck..."

The rubber ducklings left in the swimming pool drifted with the flow. Pei Yizhou temporarily ignored the feeling of surprise in his heart, and re-entered the water under An Xiang's surprised gaze to fish the ducks up.

"Here." He shook off the drops of water from the tips of his hair slightly, and handed the little yellow duck over.

Ann wanted to take it blankly.

Maybe it was because of the water, no matter how she pressed the duckling, it didn't sound anymore.

She drooped her eyelashes, her lips pressed stubbornly into a straight line. There was loss, bleakness, and unexplainable sadness on his face. Finally, it turned into tears and slipped quietly from the corner of his eyes.

An wanted to stop her head and wipe away the tears she didn't consciously leave, and stretched out her hand to send the little duck to An Zimo, with an unchanging soft voice: "Hey, don't throw it away this time."

An Zimo didn't accept it.

[so sad……]

[Why does my son do this? ]

[So sad...]

Her heart was crying, An Zimo could hear her clearly, and involuntarily, An Zimo secretly glanced at the micro expression on her face from the corner of the eye.

An wanted to ignore the indifference, and silently put the toys away.

The calf still hurts very much, and I may not be able to walk for a while.

She bent down, slowly applying pressure with her palms, and kept pressing on the pain, so as to relieve the unbearable numbness.

"Do I need to call a doctor?"

"No." An wanted to shook his head, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Pei."

If it hadn't been for Pei Yizhou to pass by, she might be here today. Even if one day he would die, I didn't want to die for such inexplicable reasons.

An Zimo's previous eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was so cold and impersonal, she looked like an ant and an enemy.

An Xiang has no doubt that his son wanted her to die.

She had seen that look in too many people.

Mother, father, cousin cousin.

But never thought that one day, the only son would treat her with such hatred.

She doesn't feel cold, but sad.

The violent sadness rolled into a wave, pressing on her chest so that she couldn't breathe.

Ann wanted to cry, but had to endure it.

The ruddy lower lip was almost broken by the teeth, and the eye circles were redder than before.

How could An Zimo not hear what she said.

Do you regret it? No regrets.

only……

He looked at An Xiang's pale cheeks, and suddenly there was a sense of inexplicability. It's a bit uncomfortable, but more inexplicable irritability.

"Is this your mother?" Pei Yizhou looked at An Zimo, his sharp eyes almost wanted to see through his soul.

An Zimo turned his head away and didn't want to ignore it.

"The front is the security hall. When someone falls into the water, why don't you go find someone?" Pei Yizhou would not believe that he was a child and didn't understand the truth.

An Zimo's soul told him that he was no ordinary kid.

At that moment he really wanted to let his mother fall into the water and die.

Vicious, dark, a bad kind.

Pei Yizhou's tone was aggressive, and An Zimo, who was questioned, felt annoyed for no reason, frowned, stared back fiercely, and said four words: "It's up to you."

An Xiang's face turned pale, and when she looked at Pei Yizhou next to her, she was obviously unhappy.

"An Zimo, apologize." An Xiang called him his full name for the first time, in a calm tone of anger that was extremely suppressed.

"No." An Zimo looked mean, "Who does he think he is? Why do I care about it!"

Ann wanted to stare at him, word by word from his teeth: "Give, me, apology, apologize."

This is the first time An Xiang has spoken to him so fiercely these days.

Her tone and expression suddenly overlapped with the ferocious face in the memory, and An Zimo's nerves were overwhelmed by the bursts of hideous memories.

"I don't!!!" An Zimo clenched his hands and yelled out of reason, "You are not qualified to control me! And you are not qualified to make me apologize! I just like this, if you have the ability to hit me! Otherwise, just shut up. !!!"

The small commotion caused here has attracted many people's attention.

An Zimo's eyes were full of hostility, and An Xiang's hideous and distorted face made An Xiang feel strange.

Pei Yizhou has been standing by the side without speaking, his deep pupils secretly looking at it.

The black mist lingering around An Zimo's body was thicker than the first one, and it was vaguely entangled with a little dark red.

He is struggling.

"Mr. Pei, is it convenient to leave a contact information for you?" The leg cramps eased, and An Xiang carefully got out of the seat, his eyes slightly red.

Pei Yizhou narrowed his gaze and said, "I live in Building 17."

An wanted to write it down, limped and walked to An Zimo, and directly reached out to pinch him up by the waist.

An Zimo was taken aback, and then began to struggle fiercely in the next second: "Let me down!"

"Let me down, do you hear it!"

An Zimo was emotionally unstable, yelling along the way.

As a mother, she did not rebuke or shout, speeding up her pace to leave this place of right and wrong.

After the mother and son left, Pei Yizhou stood still and did not move. He didn't realize it until Xu Chuan came over and called him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Pei Yizhou still had drops of water dripping on his body, looking quite embarrassed.

He narrowed his gaze, bent over and picked up the shoes that were kicked off the ground because of anxiousness, tightened his lips, and said two words for a moment: "It's okay."

"Just now I heard someone said that someone fell into the water here, so you won't go down to save people?" Xu Chuan's tone was lightly ridiculed, and he didn't ask much. He patted Pei Yizhou's shoulders, "The brothers in the An family are all here. The racecourse is waiting. You should go and change your clothes now. It will be bad if you are late."

"Well, I know." Pei Yizhou responded perfunctorily, obviously not in his mind.

Xu Chuan felt more and more strange.

Pei Yizhou has always been known for his rationality, and he became like this after a while without seeing him. Who on earth is making him so uneasy?

He didn't dare to say or ask, and reminded again: "Then I will go there first, and you must not be late."

"Ok."

Pei Yizhou pulled the shirt that had become sticky on his skin due to water, frowned slightly, turned and walked towards the villa.

He was thinking.

Think carefully about seeing An Zimo in the mall not long ago. At that time, the assistant said that the two were similar. Pei Yizhou didn't take that word to heart. There are hundreds of millions of people in the world. It is not surprising that they are similar.

But the point is-An Zimo is An Xiang's child.

The child looked three or four years old, and both age and time were consistent with that night.

An Zimo... Could it be his child?

Pei Yizhou didn't dare to think too much, but he had to think that his brain was instantly occupied by Muxie, making him unable to think smoothly.

**

At this time An Xiang has taken An Zimo back to the villa.

The two entered the door with their front feet, and An Zimo threw An Zimo on the sofa with their back feet.

"What are you doing?!" Unrepentant, An Zimo stretched his neck and yelled at An, "Are you going to hit me? You just want to hit me, right!"

An Xiang was trembling with anger.

She pursed her lips, stepped forward to press the child back on the sofa, and finally pulled off his pants, and slapped her crisp slap on the two round buttocks.

An Zimo forgot to roar, his eyes widened immediately.

He imagined that his mother would beat him with a leather whip and hit him with a vase, but he did not expect to spank him! !

An Zimo didn't feel pain, and it didn't matter where he slapped his palm.

But he has dignity and wants face, but his **** is dignity and face.

"go away!"

"Don't touch me!"

An Zimo twisted desperately, but his arms were tightly pressed, and his legs couldn't get his strength. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. He could only feel the crisp sound of the palms on the skin again and again.

He couldn't bear the humiliation, his eyes were red, his teeth creaked, and he wanted to cry for the first time.

"Do you know anything wrong?"

"I don't know!"

very good.

Snapped!

a slap.

"Do you know anything wrong?!"

"I don't know!"

Snapped!

Bang!

Two slaps!

"You know it's not wrong!!"

"I, I don't know!" An Zimo is a tough one, even if he is rebellious, he is not willing to admit his mistakes.

He turned his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't spank me if you have the ability!"

shame.

Aggrieved.

depressed.

An Zimo's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth trembled because of grievance. But he just doesn't cry, he looks stubborn and pitiful.

The next second after saying this, An Zimo saw An Xiang with red eyes, sobbing and crying.

An Zimo was stunned, his lips moaned, "Hey, what are you crying for?"

"An Zimo, I'm your mother... How can you expect your mother to die?" She swallowed hoarsely, crying horribly, covering her face.

sad.

Through the voice of his heart, An Zimo felt the sadness and... distress more truly.

But he was obviously beaten, and she was the one who was beaten.

Why do you feel bad? ? Still crying? ?

An Zimo couldn't understand.

His eyes flashed with a thick daze and consternation.