I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

An Xiang was anxious and rubbed his palms, and it took a long time to respond, "Good, good news."

"An Zimo has an IQ of 150."

An Xiang stared at him dumbly, and after a while he made a long questioning tone, "Huh?"

Pei Yizhou patiently said: "IQ 140 is a genius."

It took An Xiang for a long time to realize that he could not say: "Mo, Mo Mo are geniuses?"

No, can't it!

Although the protagonist An Zimo in the novel is indeed a tribal wizard, but nowadays the plot has been deviated and the protagonist is no longer the original protagonist. An Zimo had a genius after thinking about it.

He doesn't like to talk, has no expression, and is too lazy to act like a baby, and he will be annoying.

What a genius.

"What about the bad news?"

Pei Yizhou: "He suffers from a serious mental illness. The doctor said it was emotional apathy."

Ann didn't understand it again.

Pei Yizhou explained again: "He cannot love others, nor can he respond to the love others give him. There is no trust and touch in his world, so he treats you like that."

These words gradually dimmed the expression on An Xiang's face.

"So he is not against you, but he hates everyone."

An Xiang once again thought of the way she first saw her son.

He shrank in the corner dirty, facing the strangers around him in a defensive manner. In his short life, he has never touched gentleness, and how can he be gentle to the world.

She always said to take good care of him and treat him well, but never tried to understand and approach him.

"It's my fault." An Xiang tightened her lips. Maybe at the beginning, she shouldn't believe in the system, let alone accept the deal.

"An think, it's not anyone's fault." Pei Yizhou took two steps closer, "You have your problems, and he has his ideas. It has happened, and there is no point in holding accountable."

Pei Yizhou's words made An Xiang sober.

Mo Mo is still young and has plenty of time, and he has not reached the point where he has nowhere to go.

"I will take him to the doctor once a week, so don't worry too much."

Ann wanted to nod.

"My company has something to do, so you can't accompany you. Contact me if you have something to do."

"Ok."

An wanted to send Pei Yizhou away, so she couldn't help looking at the closed door of the children's room. She took a deep breath and walked in hesitantly. An wanted to linger in front of the door for a long time before she plucked up the courage to knock on the door.

"Don't enter."

He can't say that he won't enter, so much faceless!

An wanted to push the door vigorously, and at a glance he saw his son who was sitting on the cushion playing games.

She hadn't bought a game console for her son. She walked over and asked, "Is this Pei Chen giving you?" After thinking about it, only Pei Chen has this thing.

An Zimo gave a grunt.

An wanted to sit down and found that the things on it were completely incomprehensible, but judging from the speed at which his son's fingers moved, he should be playing well.

Ann wanted to look at the silent and beautiful little face, feeling unreal for a while.

"Son, you, are you really a genius?"

An Zimo slapped his wrist, the operation speed slowed by half a beat, and the characters on the screen died on the spot.

"I... I just think that I shouldn't be..." She is not smart, giving birth to a child prodigy is too imaginary, but she is quite proud to think about it, hehehe.

An Xiang laughed silly for a long time by himself, An Zimo frowned, moved away from the distance with an unmoving expression, and started another game.

"Mo Mo, did I hurt you that day?"

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, without answering.

An wanted to change her posture, with her arm supporting her head, lying on her side looking at the small face.

"Can you tell me why you ran away from home that day?"

He said two words coldly: "No."

"Did you...because you can't accept your identity?"

There was a slight looseness in An Zimo's eyes, and this looseness made An Xiang more confident in his judgment.

She sighed and gently stroked the soft hair in front of her eyes, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with being a vampire. Did you know that a vampire can live three hundred years old, as smart as you, no matter what you do when you grow up? They are all accomplished."

An Zimo felt annoying, and the most unheard of was the word achievement.

The mother of the previous life talked about achievements and money, but the peace of this life is still not out of the ordinary. But it is also true, which parents will easily give up when they learn that their son is a genius.

Now that it was exposed, An Zimo didn't want to pretend to be anymore. He was about to speak, and suddenly heard An wanted to say, "But it's the most important thing that you are happy yourself."

The voice he had not had time to make was instantly blocked by these words.

For the time being, An Zimo forgot that he was still playing games, turned his eyes to the side, and stared quietly at the cheek that was close at hand.

He didn't see too much joy in her eyes, and he didn't even hear a trace of hypocrisy in mind reading.

——That is the truth.

"Mr. Pei told me about your illness, but I don't think you are sick." An Xiang smiled lightly, "You are just not ready to enter this world. It doesn't matter Momo, my mother will accompany you in the future. "An wanted to stretch out his hand and gently fished the person into his arms.

The body is close to the body, the body temperature is the same, and the heartbeat is also at the same frequency.

Through such a gapless distance, An Zimo heard her voice one step closer.

[Great, my son doesn't hate me. ]

[He is so smart, he must know that I am sincerely kind to him sooner or later. ]

[Emotional lack is missing, I will help him make up for the missing one. ]

An Zimo couldn't help flashing his eyelash brush, and raised his head from her arms again.

"Uncle Pei said you went to me and almost died."

Ann thought with a nonchalant expression, "Oh, hey, this is not alive, now it's too early to die."

"Then you beat me, wasn't it because you almost died?" An Zimo heard the anger in her heart at the time. Except for him, everyone here should be afraid of death. He can understand the slap that he slaps over, so he won't take it to heart. But today, An Zimo was at a loss again, because An Xiang's heartfelt voice at the moment told him that she didn't seem to be angry that she nearly died, but something else.

As for the reason, An Zimo couldn't figure it out.

"I'm just worried about you." An wanted to touch his cheek, "Son, you are so sweet, those bad guys must all want to eat you." With hot eyes, he swallowed several mouthfuls continuously.

An Zimo twitched his eyebrows, unconsciously pulling away.

"Momo, everyone is responsible for their own safety. When you were born in this world, you not only belong to yourself, you also belong to your mother, your father, and your friends. Any irresponsible behavior will Bring harm to yourself and others. You are a little man. You can no longer be arrogant and make adults worry about you."

When Ann wanted to say this, she looked serious and serious.

An Zimo suddenly felt that she had the appearance of a parent, which was obviously a warning, but was very different from her mother in the previous life.

"Then... Do you still let me and Mr. Pei go?" He remembered exactly what she said that day, and he cared a little inexplicably.

An Xiang froze for a moment, then stammered and explained, "I, I'm angry! It's like a mother tells her child that you don't come back if you leave."

"Really, I don't believe it."

"Really, you believe me." An Xiang anxiously swore to the sky, and after a while he thought of a key point. She slowly lowered her hand, her eyes shrouded in resentment, "Then you said that I am not your mother, you said it first..." If it weren't for that sentence was too sad, she wouldn't mind that long.

An Zimo twitched the corners of his lips.

He wasn't a lie. In theory, An Xiang could not be counted as her mother.

"So you have to apologize to me."

An Zimo's thick eyebrows were tightly clamped.

"do not want."

"Then I won't make good food for you in the future." An Xiang is very stubborn, and she is still very principled about this matter.

An Zimo seriously thought about the meal in the cafeteria of the kindergarten, and then thought about the meal outside the restaurant that day. After all, An Xiang has the best craftsmanship.

"Sorry." For the sake of appetite, An Zimo apologized to others for the first time.

"Not sincere."

"Sorry."

"No subject."

"..." Annoying.

An Zimo took a deep breath, "Mom, I'm sorry."

This is almost the same.

An Xiang smiled flowers on his face, and patted his little head contentedly, "Well, you have to promise me that you can't run away from home anymore. If you want to go, you can tell me, I I will definitely take you there."

"Yeah." The previous life's home is gone, and he has no need to make sure.

Ann wanted to say that a vampire has a lifespan of three hundred years. After such a long period of time, he can always slowly find his goal.

An Zimo touched the fangs that grew out, and when he thought of sucking blood in the future, it was inevitable that he would be repelled in his heart.

"Then I'll cook something for you, how about sweet and sour fish?"

An Zimo glanced at her unhealed foot, and a picture of Surveillance Li'an trying to fall to the ground appeared in his mind. He shook his head, "If you don't eat, I'm not hungry."

"Well, shall we sleep together at night?" The idea of ​​cooking for her son fell through, and she couldn't help but put forward other ideas.

An Zimo is such a big person, how could he be willing to squeeze a coffin with An, but before he could say his refusal, he was taken back by An Xiang.

"It's decided! Let's sleep together!" Ann wanted to say, then picked him up and walked towards the coffin.

The two lay down in the small coffin, An Xiang held his son tightly and closed his eyes.

An Zimo was stunned for a few seconds, and then began to struggle: "It's only five o'clock, how can anyone go to bed at five o'clock!"

"It's okay, we are not human." An wanted to yawn and patted him gently.

An Zimo twisted his small face together, his fierce gaze fell into silence.

Can't refute.

He is no longer a mere human anymore.