Pei Yizhou signed up and came back soon, while An Zimo stood aside and waited quietly with his number plate.

The rules for participating in this mental arithmetic competition are very simple. The host invites two children to the stage according to the competition numbers. The host gives five math questions. Whoever answers the fastest and has the most answers is considered the winner and enters the next round. The final winner is

The winner will receive a learning machine.

Parents are very interested in this activity, and many people have signed up for their children. The oldest is eight years old and the youngest is four or five years old. The questions given by the host are very simple. They are all addition and subtraction within two digits.

The only questions that arise are similar to what seven plus eight equals.

This kind of arithmetic undoubtedly insulted An Zimo's intelligence. He felt that he was very mentally retarded, and when he thought about going on stage later, he felt that it was hard to save face.

But……

Mother likes the little tiger in the back.

The yellow little tiger is very similar to the one she once drew. Does this mean that her mother still remembers him deep in her memory?

In a daze, the host called his and another child's names.

An Zimo was about to go on stage. An Xiang pulled him nervously: "Mo Mo, it's okay if you don't know. Don't be nervous."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows, broke away from An Xiang's hand and walked up.

She curled up her ten fingers, and a light sweat broke out on her forehead. An Xiang had not been with An Zimo for long, and knew from the details that he was a child with very strong self-esteem. There were many people around the shopping mall on Saturday, and the hall was even more crowded.

People come and go, if he doesn't know the topic, his self-esteem will be hurt, qaq.

An Xiang suddenly began to feel distressed and even wanted to tear her son away.

son??

An Xiang was startled by her own thoughts, put away her thoughts and focused on looking at the stage.

An Zimo was wearing a striped shirt and a pair of shorts. He stood tall and straight, with an outstanding aristocratic temperament. His black hair was smooth and pressed against his forehead. His skin was snow-white, his facial features were exquisite, and his pupils were as dark as jade. Standing quietly on the stage, he looked like

A painting.

His appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention, and many passers-by stopped to watch.

An Xiang was very worried that the children would be stage frightened or nervous, but he was not. He stood next to the host and calmly accepted several pairs of looks. He even gave An Xiang a comforting look. His calm attitude was in stark contrast to the anxious and nervous boys next to him.

Compared.

"Both children, please introduce yourselves first, shall we start with you?"

The host first interviewed the guy next to An Zimo. The little chubby guy holding the microphone blushed with excitement and muttered for a long time before he finished introducing himself. The naive and cute model attracted a lot of good-natured laughter.

The host handed the microphone to An Zimo again: "Where is this little baby? What's your name?"

"An Zimo."

"Did mom ask you to participate in this competition?"

An Zimo said expressionlessly: "I want to give my mother a gift."

Host: "Do you want to win first place and give it to your mother?"

An Zimo frowned: "I can win the first place anytime, but the tiger behind me only has a chance today."

"!!!"

What a crazy tone!

What does it mean that you can win the first place at any time! Are you so arrogant at such a young age?

I have to say that An Zimo did attract others' attention.

An Xiang covered her face in embarrassment, so the kid really went up there just because of her? I have to say she was a little touched.

"...Your ink is so weird." An Xiang couldn't help but complain to Pei Yizhou.

The man smiled lightly: "This is not floating, this is strength."

An thought: "?"

What's going on? Is your whole family so bloated?

At this time, the host asked the two children to take their seats. There was a red button in front of them. Whoever thought of the answer could directly press the bell to answer. After the countdown, the first question appeared on the small screen behind them——

[16+17＝?]

An Zimo pressed the bell while another child was reading a question, so fast that he didn't think about it: "33."

This kind of arithmetic problem is naturally not difficult for adults, nor is it too difficult for smart children. However, An Zimo answered quickly and still received many compliments.

Coming to the second question soon.

[33+18＝?]

An Zimo rang the bell again, rather bored: "51."

[78-19＝?]

"59."

[785496-587965+3457=?]

"Wait a minute, this question is wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, An Zimo's ringtone rang again, and he said without thinking: "200988."

The host was stunned, silently took out his computer, and came up with the same answer as An Zimo.

This time the scene was completely silent.

An Xiang was shocked. A four-year-old child... is so good at mental arithmetic? Could it be that Mo Mo is a genius?!!!

"Uncle, can you hurry up?"

An Zimo wanted to take the little tiger home quickly, but the host's silence made him unable to help but urge. But when he saw An Xiang's stunned eyes in the audience, his eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth raised, "Uncle, these questions

It's a bit too simple for me. Let's do this, you give me a string of numbers, and then ask someone else to give me a string of numbers, and I can give the answer to addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within one second. If I answer correctly, I will put the little tiger behind

Give it to me. Of course, the brother next to me can compete separately, after all, it is not fair to him."

It is very unfair to compete with a genius.

The host has never seen such a child, and even the organizer has never seen such an arrogant four-year-old child. His remarks really aroused the host's desire to challenge, and the crowd surrounding the stage increased several times.

.

The host asked: "How long can the number be?"

An Zimo nodded: "Well, any number as long as a phone number is fine."

The host slapped his thigh and directly gave the phone number, and then asked a passerby to give the phone number. An Zimo only glanced at it and calmly gave the answer to the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two strings of numbers.

All answers are correct.

He gave the answer so quickly that he didn't even think about it.

An Zimo came to An Xiang with the little tiger he won and handed it over: "Here."

An Xiang still looked at him blankly.

"Actually, I'm a genius." An Zimo showed off proudly, "The kind with an IQ of 150."

He had never been proud of his IQ before, but now, he is honored that these little wisdoms can become the pride of his mother. He will grow up by her side, will become a world-famous pharmacologist, and will become her

The best son.

An Xiang innocently took over the little tiger. Looking at the innocent expression on the little tiger's face, something seemed to burst out of the depths of his head.

An Zimo ignored the gazes from all directions and naturally held An Xiang's hand: "Let's go, let's go eat."

An thought: "..." He burped.

"By the way, you don't have to take online classes from now on, I'll teach you."

An thought: "..."

An Zimo: "I can't stand your online class for a long time. What are you teaching?"

An thought: "…………"

Passerby: “…………”

What a genius!!!

***

An Xiang was still in a state of confusion until she returned home. When An Zimo disappeared behind the door, she suddenly woke up, holding the tiger in one hand and pulling Pei Yizhou back to the bedroom.

"What's going on kid?!"

Pei Yizhou smiled calmly, and his expression looked very much like An Zimo's.

An Xiang clutched her chest, "He, he is really a genius?"

Pei Yizhou: "It's just a little clever."

A bit?

Mortal wisdom??

Mr. Pei, do you have any misunderstanding about Xiao Congming?

When she was tutoring An Zimo, she didn't expect him to be so smart. The questions asked were all about simple addition and subtraction, and he answered them normally. The reason An Zimo thought it was normal was because he sometimes got two questions wrong.

I will also ask her for explanations.

Now that I think about it, that kid clearly did it on purpose!

An wanted to think back on the past and his face got hot. Then the question came, why did An Zimo deliberately get the wrong question?

"He didn't tell me before. When I taught him questions, he would make miscalculations and ask me to explain them to him. Since he knows it, why didn't he tell me? Is it because he was afraid that I wouldn't like him?"

An Xiang thinks it's very possible.

It is said that some children are treated as monsters because they are too smart. Perhaps An Zimo was afraid of being rejected by her, so he pretended to be an ordinary child and got along with her.

Pei Yizhou said slowly: "Maybe he wants to get closer to you."

"Why?"

"He just wants to find an excuse to talk to you." Pei Yizhou gently rubbed An Xiang's hair with a deep look in his eyes, "Think about it, Zimo cares about you very much. He has been thinking about you after you left, so... you don't

Push him away."

An Zimo is sensitive and fragile, and his soul cannot suffer any harm.

An Xiang hugged the little tiger in her hand and frowned slightly.

"...but I don't remember anything."

"You don't need to remember." Pei Yizhou hugged her and said, "As long as you are always by our side."

The man's chest was broad and strong, and the arms that hugged her were strong. Smelling the cold and delicious smell on his body, An Xiang's mind wandered, and she couldn't help but rub her head against him, and her sharp fangs came out dishonestly again.

.

Pei Yizhou could feel the girl's little teeth. He pursed his lips to suppress his smile and teased in a dumb voice: "Have you thought about it?"

An Xiang's face turned red, she stepped hard on the soles of his feet, and said in a low voice: "Rogue."

"Obviously you were the one who treated me rogue first." Pei Yizhou lifted An Xiang's chin and pressed it gently with his warm lips, "...the evil one files the complaint first."

An wanted to resist twice, pretending to be reserved, but the man's body was too sweet and his abs were too sexy. She was controlled and took the initiative to lean in and kiss him for a long time.

Seeing that he wanted to hold her and roll her into the coffin, An wanted to stop her in a hurry, panting and saying, "No, the child is still outside..."

"It's okay, the nanny will come to cook later."

"..." An Xiang was speechless, "That, that door..."

Pei Yizhou said seriously: "It was locked when you came in."

An thought: "..."

An thought: "…………!!!"

Dog men don’t have any premeditated plans!

The dog man’s mind is full of yellow waste!!!

An Xiang couldn't withstand Pei Yizhou's attack, and finally rolled into the coffin with him.

A hearse was loaded, and An Xiang was exhausted.

Pei Yizhou was completely different from her. He was like a male vixen who relied on women's yin energy. Every time he finished something, he felt refreshed and radiant. It was obvious that he exercised more, but it was An Xiang who suffered every time.

An wanted to lie down in the coffin and moan, her eyes still very red from crying.

Pei Yizhou didn't seem to see the resentment in her eyes, so he took the computer and started processing documents.

"I saw something online before."

"Huh?" Pei Yizhou didn't look away from the computer screen and responded with a faint hum.

"They said I had drawn a comic that seemed to be relevant to children. What kind of comic was it?"

Pei Yizhou is a celebrity, and her popularity is no less than that of a popular celebrity. Even if she doesn't go online often, she can still see information and comments about Pei Yizhou from various places. One of them is to urge the comics to be updated.

Pei Yizhou paused with his fingertips, picked up her phone and logged in to an account, and finally threw it to her: "You can see for yourself."

An Xiang looked at him suspiciously and lay on the bed scrolling through Weibo.

This is a completely unfamiliar account with the ID name of Xiangniang Catfish. There is not much published content. They are all paintings or works. She noticed that a very famous work is called "Picked Up a Little Tiger".

Each update has tens of thousands of comments.

The update stopped at more than half a year ago, and the unpredictably interrupted update caused many readers to wail, and various speculations emerged one after another.

An wanted to read every comic carefully and found that it was indeed her handwriting.

"What I...draw is Mo Mo?"

"Um."

An Xiang was deeply shocked.

"Zimo said this is your daily life as a mother and son, and you have shown it off to me many times."

Pei Yizhou laughed after finishing speaking.

An Zimo liked to be jealous of him and threw these things in front of his eyes many times to show off. However, every time after showing off, he was left feeling sad.

Those comics shocked An Xiang greatly.

She felt familiar, but she didn't know where it was, and her head hurt like it was exploding. An wanted to drop the phone, and groaned while covering her hot forehead.

Pei Yizhou hurriedly stopped working and came over, with a worried look on his face: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just have a headache."

Pei Yizhou sighed softly: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. We are doing well now."

When the headache subsided, An Xiang looked at him with a pale face.

"Pei Yizhou, did I love you very much before?" She had no memory in her mind, but she had indescribable feelings for them in her bones. She thought that she should have cared about them very much.

Pei Yizhou shook his head: "You love Mo Mo very much, but as for whether you love me or not... I don't know."

This was said aggrievedly. An Xiang tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then held Pei Yizhou's handsome face in his hands, "I think I should love you very much too."

"Um?"

An thought: "Otherwise I wouldn't marry you."

Pei Yizhou smiled and said, "Really?"

An thought: "Really!!"

When she first saw Pei Yizhou, she felt trustful. This was a very inexplicable feeling. An Xiang couldn't figure out why at first, but now she finally understands. She must have liked Pei Yizhou before...

After all, Pei Yizhou is sweet and his abdominal muscles are so easy to touch.

"Then do you like me?" Her big eyes looked at him, full of serious questions.

Pei Yizhou supported the coffin with one arm, leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, "My soul was born for you."

An Xiang was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red, the birds in his heart were beating wildly, and his eyes were full of excitement that could not be concealed.

"Be good, don't think too much, I will continue to work."

An Xiang lay on the coffin and looked at Pei Yizhou who was working hard: "Pei Yizhou."

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Do you want to come over and sleep with me?"

"…………???"

An Xiang blinked her eyes, her long curly hair was scattered on her shoulders, and there were dots of red plums falling on her snow-white collarbones, she was pure and seductive.

Pei Yizhou twirled the pen in his hand several times, and after a battle between heaven and man, he did not hesitate to drop his work and rush to his little wife, and rolled into the coffin with her.

An wanted to be kissed so much that she gasped twice. She pushed the moving man away with difficulty with her little hands: "You, please don't, I'm just sleeping in the literal sense."

Pei Yizhou stopped suddenly, "Oh." He opened the coffin board expressionlessly, "Then I will continue to work."

An Xiang was dumbfounded. After a while, she hurriedly grabbed his arm and said, "No, no, no, don't go." She also wanted to touch the handsome guy's beautiful abs and sleep~

"..."

An Xiang thought about it for a few seconds, and argued with him in a very embarrassed manner: "One more time, it won't work if it's too much." Her back ached, and if it wasn't for the beautiful man to get pregnant, she wouldn't be happy even once.

Pei Yizhou stared at her deeply, his deep eyes looking at her made An Xiang feel flustered and aggrieved.

She really just wants to cuddle up with her husband and sleep!

Uh-huh...

Men are all big pig hooves.

I don't know how long it took, but a narrow smile came from my ears.

Pei Yizhou held An Xiang tightly in his arms, hugging her like a child.

He kissed her hair and said in a gentle and tender voice: "I lied to you, go to sleep."

"Then... don't do it?" An Xiang was still a little doubtful and couldn't believe that he had changed so quickly.

Pei Yizhou: "I won't object to what you want to do."

"..."

"!!!"

An Xiang immediately closed her eyes tightly in fear.

She walked around for a day, but Pei Yizhou drained all her energy, and she fell into dreamland after a while. After Pei Yizhou put his little wife to sleep, and was about to continue processing documents, the phone next to the pillow rang inappropriately, and the caller ID read——

[Brother Ze]

Pei Yizhou had a serious expression on his face, slowly pulled his arm away from An Xiang's head, and entered the bathroom holding his cell phone.

He pressed the button to connect, and a gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Think about it, why didn't you tell me you got married?"

A sneer appeared on Pei Yizhou's face, and he said coldly: "Why should I tell you."

An Yanze obviously did not expect that Pei Yizhou would answer the phone. He pondered for a moment, and his tone was not as calm as before: "Dr. Pei, please return the phone to my sister."

Pei Yizhou said: "I asked how could An Heyuan leave the inheritance to Xiang Xiang, so is this your new plan? Use the inheritance as an excuse to approach An Xiang again, so that she can lower her guard against you and treat you again.

Treat him as a good brother. Tsk, Mr. An has a good plan."

An Yanze was breathing heavily, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Pei Yizhou didn't want to save any face for him, and said in a cold tone: "But you don't need to worry about it in the future. Considering that you are now my legitimate wife, I hope you will be careful, keep your distance, and not disturb our family's life."

.”

Pei Yizhou knew that An Yanze would not give up so easily, so he tricked An into going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate. Afterwards, he took pictures and posted them on Weibo. In fact, the Weibo post was for An Yanze. As expected, An Yanze did

Didn't give up.

After he hung up the phone, Pei Yizhou's cell phone received a message from An Yanze.

[mean.]

Pei Yizhou replied: [Same for you.]

He blocked An Yanze's number and lay back next to An Xiang again.

Pei Yizhou's movements woke An Xiang up. The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a vague tone, "Why are you going?"

Pei Yizhou looked hesitant and his tone was much lower: "...your brother called you just now."

An Xiang suddenly woke up: "Brother Ze?"

"Yeah." Pei Yizhou's expression became even more ugly, "He said..."

"What did he say?"

Pei Yizhou sighed quietly and turned his back to her: "He didn't say anything." His tone was extremely low and gloomy.

An Xiang realized something was wrong, stood up and pushed Pei Yizhou: "Tell me, what did An Yanze say to you?"

Yes, don’t even call me brother, just say An Yanze.

Pei Yizhou resisted the urge to laugh, her eyelashes dropped and trembled, "He said..." Pei Yizhou glanced at her, then looked away, "Forget it, I'm afraid that saying it will affect your brother and sister's relationship. After all, I'm just your husband.

An Yanze is your blood-close family member."

"???"

Why does this sound so sinister?

Recalling what An Yanze and An Heyuan had said, An Xiang's heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale: "Did An Yanze ask me to leave you?"

Pei Yizhou said in a low voice: "Almost."

"Where's the difference?"

"He said that I lied to you and was not worthy of you. He also said that you would have to go back to Anjia sooner or later."

An Xiang's expression changed again and again.

These words indeed seem to have been spoken by An Yanze.

She couldn't figure out why he came to disturb her life again when she and An Yanze had clearly talked about it!

"Think about it, I think your brother is very strange to you." He grabbed An Xiang's wrist tightly, with a hint of fear on his face, "Will you abandon our father and son because of him?"

An wanted to take a breath, "Don't talk nonsense! We are brothers and sisters!!"

wrong.

She wants to be brother and sister with An Yanze, but An Yanze may not want to be brother and sister with her.

If you think about it carefully, An Yanze completely used detour tactics!

First, he gave her his ID card and household registration to make her relax her guard, and then gave her an inheritance to win her trust. After that, getting closer was a matter of course. But he didn't expect that she would suddenly marry Pei Yizhou, so he called in the middle of the night.

The more An thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

"I, I'd better give the things back to him!" An Xiang frowned. She couldn't accept such perverted feelings. Instead of lingering, it would be better to break it off. Anyway, she would never return to An's house after she died.

"No need." Pei Yizhou said, "You are An Heyuan's biological daughter, and you deserve your share of these properties."

"Then...what do you want to do?"

Pei Yizhou stroked her face: "We just need to make him give up."

An wanted to listen to him quietly.

"We will hold a wedding in one month, are you willing?"

An Xiang swallowed and nodded slowly: "Yes."

Pei Yizhou curled his lips and smiled, hugging her and lying back in the coffin, "When the time comes, we will personally invite Mr. An."

An Xiang's eyelashes trembled, and suddenly she felt that...she was on the hook again.

***

There were a lot of things to prepare for the wedding, and Pei Yizhou went to find someone to prepare it the next day. He was worried that An Yanze was doing something behind his back, so he specially sent a group of bodyguards to protect An Xiang, and arranged a few spies to keep an eye on him at all times.

By An Yanze.

As for An Xiang, who stayed at home every day to study and prepare for the exam, An Zimo actually acted as her little teacher as he said before.

An Xiang was not willing to let An Zimo teach at first, but after he explained a few questions, he completely knelt down in front of the children.

An Zimo does teach better than the online course teacher.

An Xiang listened to the lectures conscientiously, took the initiative to ask questions when encountering problems, and took the initiative to accept criticism when making mistakes. Their identities were completely interchanged.

only……

She is much stupider!!

An Zimo was very patient, telling her a question over and over again. Even if An Xiang couldn't understand, he wouldn't scold her. He was so gentle that An Xiang felt guilty.

"Baby, you'd better scold me or slap me with a ruler." As she said this, An wanted to hand over a ruler.

An Zimo stared at the ruler and laughed: "Mom, I don't hit anyone."

"I am stupid."

"You're not stupid." An Zimo stretched out his little hand and patted An Xiang's head, comforting him in a childish voice, "Your little cleverness is playing outside, that's why you can't learn it. You can come back when it comes back."

"..."

No.

My little cleverness is not played outside.

My little cleverness died outside!!!

She is a fool!
Chapter completed!