It rained lightly at night, and Pei Yizhou didn't hold an umbrella. When he knocked on the door and came in, light rain and mist fell on his shoulders, and the slightly cold moisture spread to An Xiang over a short distance.

She hurriedly prepared to hand him a towel to wipe with, but the man refused.

Pei Yizhou changed his shoes and entered the door. He saw An Zimo sitting on the ground and smearing on his painting book.

Children are well-behaved when they say nothing.

Pei Yizhou strode forward and picked him up without saying a word. An Zimo didn't even have time to struggle before he was taken into the study by Pei Yizhou.

Snapped.

The door was closed and Pei Yizhou locked it behind him.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo looked up at him, his expression clearly dissatisfied.

Pei Yizhou didn't answer. He picked up An Zimo and placed him on the chair in front of the desk. He held his shoulders with his big hands to prevent him from moving. Then he turned on the computer, found the video and clicked to play it.

The surveillance angle is right at the intersection.

An Zimo frowned for no apparent reason. Although he was impatient, he still reluctantly continued to look at it because he had no way to break free.

Through the screen, An Zimo saw a strange man entering the alley, followed by a woman. He vaguely felt that the woman's figure was familiar, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was An Xiang.

"Why are you showing me this?"

He was not interested in paying attention to where others went or what they did. Just as he was about to leave, the pressure on his shoulders tightened.

"Keep watching."

Pei Yizhou's tone was strong and he didn't give him any chance to resist.

An Zimo took a deep breath and continued to look down reluctantly.

The picture on the screen remained static for a long time. An Zimo crossed his arms over his chest. Due to excessive anxiety, his two little feet hanging down were swinging wildly.

Suddenly, the screen started to flicker.

An Xiang ran out of the alley in a panic, and saw a black shadow flash past quickly, and in the next second, An Xiang was pushed to the ground.

The attack was sudden and urgent, and the man attacked her like crazy. Through the silent surveillance, An Zimo could clearly feel An Xiang's panic and thirst for life.

The madman chased him for a long time, and then the video stopped abruptly.

An Zimo raised his neck slightly, still not quite understanding: "Why are you showing me this?"

His young face was full of calm, and his eyes were dark and bright, but as calm as the dead sea. It was as if the video had not affected him at all, as if the woman who almost died in the video was just an insignificant stranger.

Pei Yizhou slowly sat down, and An Zimo's calm soul told him that the video did not bring him any emotional fluctuations.

"You ran away from home that day, and your mother has been looking for you for a long time."

An Zimo paused, "Oh."

Pei Yizhou continued: "The lunatic who attacked her is not a human being. He is a hybrid who just ran away from a mental hospital not long ago. Your mother found your bear pendant in his pocket. She thought something bad happened to you because of it."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows and said, "I threw that on purpose."

Pei Yizhou's eyes darkened instantly, and his lips tightened into a straight line.

He heard Pei Yizhou's growing anger, but his eyes remained indifferent.

Pei Yizhou suppressed his anger and said word by word: "You almost killed your mother."

"But that doll is in the way." An Zimo said nonchalantly on his face, "There's nothing wrong with me throwing it away."

Pei Yizhou remained silent.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "I understand, Uncle Pei showed this video specifically to make me feel guilty? Do you want me to be nice to my mother and apologize to her because of this?"

"

"You don't realize the problem at all."

An Zimo leaned back on the chair and swayed his little feet: "If you are talking about someone who almost killed her, you might as well say that you have a big responsibility. You gave wrong information, so she went to that place. If she didn't go to that place,

Naturally, I can't meet that madman. I don't have precognitive functions. Throwing toys away is just a trivial matter like throwing garbage. It can't make me the murderer who almost indirectly killed her."

An Zimo's logic was clear and he continued: "Besides, instead of blaming me, we should blame the murderer and the staff who neglected their duties. If they didn't let that madman run away, no one would be hurt. And what happened has already happened.

It doesn't make any sense for you to show me this video."

An Zimo glanced at the screen.

For him, repeating what has happened in the past is just a waste of time.

"An Zimo, the person in the video is none other than your mother."

An Zimo glanced at him indifferently, "Even if it was me in the video, I would still say this."

Pei Yizhou stared into his eyes, hoping to find some favor in them, but there was nothing.

What he saw was coldness, calmness, and indifference.

An Zimo is not an ordinary three-year-old child. He doesn't even have the emotions that a normal person should have. It can be said that he has no feeling for the outside world.

"Momo, what if your mother died that day?"

An Zimo said: "Everyone will die."

Nothing lasts forever except time.

Any form of death is just the beginning of reincarnation. He has died once and is not afraid of death, nor does he care about the life or death of others.

"Okay." Pei Yizhou was speechless. He squatted in front of his son and gently placed his big hands on his head. "I will contact the doctor tomorrow and take you to see a doctor."

An Zimo's face twisted together, "I don't think I'm sick." At first, he was worried about his teeth, but he got an explanation. Apart from that, other indicators of his body were normal and there was nothing wrong with him.

It is necessary to waste time to undergo inspection.

"Sick people never say they are sick. I think you have a serious psychological problem." Pei Yizhou did not treat An Zimo as a child from the day he met An Zimo. It was useless for him to hide it.

, coupled with that annoying mind-reading ability, it’s better to make it clear from the beginning to prevent this kid from continuing to cause trouble the next day.

"Sleep well tonight, don't think about running away, you can't run away." Pei Yizhou bent his eyes and smiled. There was contentment in his smile, but also a hint of evil.

At the end, he patted An Zimo's head again, then stood up and walked out of the study.

The father and son talked inside for a long time. An Xiang didn't know what they were talking about. She was getting angry waiting alone. Finally, when Pei Yizhou came out, she dragged her injured foot and followed him, eagerly waiting for his answer.

.

"Go and talk over there, you can't even stand still." Pei Yizhou put his arm around An Xiang's waist and helped her move to the sofa.

An Xiang's waist is slender, close to each other, and the fragrance is also close.

Pei Yizhou couldn't help but start thinking wildly, but his eyebrows remained calm and calm.

An wanted to sit down, adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, picked up a pillow and hugged it in her arms, with an urgent look on her face, "What did you say to Mo Mo? He didn't rebel against you, did he?"

The word "rebellious" was used well. Pei Yizhou pursed his lips and smiled softly, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"No."

An Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"I'm going to take Zimo to see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

After Pei Yizhou finished speaking, An Xiang's eyes widened.

"I found that he is not targeting you, but he is indifferent to everyone. Whether it is strangers, relatives, or even himself."

An couldn't help but hug the pillow tightly, her eyes were confused and frightened.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of Pei Yizhou's words, but she also knew the seriousness of the problem.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Pei Yizhou hurriedly patted her little head and comforted her gently: "It doesn't matter. My friend is a very good psychiatrist. If Zimo really has a problem, we will find out and treat it in time."

An wanted to be speechless. She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes hard. She looked at him for a moment and said, "Well, then I'll go with you too!"

Pei Yizhou chuckled and said, "Just take good care of your health at home. I can go alone."

An wanted to know that Pei Yizhou was reliable, but was still worried and wanted to follow him.

but--

An wanted to bite her lip and look at her injured ankle. Not to mention walking for such a long time, she would be woken up by pain every night.

"Actually, this is also a good thing. If Mo Mo really has a problem, it means that he doesn't really hate you and doesn't want to live with you."

"Then why did he run away from home?"

An Xiang still couldn't figure it out.

Obviously her son was very sensible before. Even if she went to deliver food, he would be fine if she left him at home alone. Why did she choose to run away from home that day? He must have encountered a problem, but he refused to tell her that there was always a relationship between them.

There is no trust.

She was frustrated, and what was even more frustrated was that she was controlled by her emotions and beat him involuntarily.

"Mo Mo has his own ideas. He doesn't want to tell us, even if we force him to do so, he won't."

An Xiang nodded in agreement.

Taking a closer look, the hour hand pointed to half past eight. An Xiang couldn't help but look at Pei Yizhou, who was in a suit and leather shoes next to him. He pursed his lips and asked quietly after a while: "You, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Well, I just came after the meeting."

The man's brows were indifferent, and his understatement made An Xiang even more uncomfortable.

She remembered that there seemed to be a handful of noodles in the refrigerator, so she got up and prepared to go to the kitchen: "I... I'm going to cook noodles for you. Just wait for me."

"Need not."

Pei Yizhou hurriedly grabbed her wrist. An Xiang's legs and feet were not stable. Such a pull directly caused her body to lose balance and fall backwards. Pei Yizhou quickly protected her waist with his eyes and hands. The next second, An Xiang fell firmly onto the man's lap.

On the thigh.

The air was still for a moment.

An wanted to curl up in his arms but didn't dare to move. Through the soft fabric of her home clothes, she could still feel the man's hot body temperature. His chest was strong, and the aroma of oolong tea seemed to seduce her.

An Xiang blinked her eyes in panic, and when she was hurriedly trying to get up, she ignored her sprained waist again.

She fell back again and hit a soft spot on the man's body.

Pei Yizhou's face changed slightly, and his breathing became disordered for a moment.

"I, I can't move my waist." An Xiang was about to cry. What was worse was that she clearly felt something pressing against her, which made her uncomfortable. An Xiang moved her body uncontrollably.

"Don't..." Pei Yizhou's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was hoarse. He closed his eyes to suppress the surging desire and adjusted his breathing, "Don't move."

"Oh, I, I won't move." An Xiang sat in his arms, feeling familiar with her whole body.

Pei Yizhou's big hands were close to her soft waist.

Smelling the aroma, his clear thoughts suddenly became confused. Pei Yizhou refused to let go, and all kinds of crazy thoughts occupied his mind at this moment.

An Zimo, who had just come out of the study and passed by the two of them without squinting, clearly heard a voice in his heart——

[It smells so good, I want it.]

An Zimo stopped and looked over with a complicated expression.

The little face has ?????? written all over it.
Chapter completed!