An Xiang rubbed his palms anxiously, and it took a long time before he responded, "Okay, good news."

"An Zimo's IQ is 150."

An Xiang stared at him blankly, and after a while made a long questioning sound, "Huh?"

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

An thought for a long time before realizing it, and said in disbelief: "Mo, Mo Mo is a genius?"

No, it can’t be!

Although it is said that the male protagonist An Zimo in the novel is indeed a genius from the three races, but now the plot has deviated, the male protagonist is no longer the same male protagonist. Even after thinking about it, An Zimo did not expect that An Zimo was a genius.

He doesn't like to talk, has no expression, and doesn't bother to act coquettishly, which makes people angry.

What a genius.

"What about the bad news?"

Pei Yizhou: "He suffers from severe mental illness. The doctor said it is emotional apathy."

An Xiang didn't understand again.

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

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

"So he's not targeting you alone, but he hates everyone."

An Xiang once again thought of how he looked when he first met his son.

He huddled in the corner, dirty and defensive, facing the strangers who appeared around him. He had never been exposed to gentleness in his short life, so how could he use gentleness to give charity to the world.

She always said that she would take good care of him and be good to him, but never once did she try to understand him or get closer to him.

"It's my fault." An wanted to purse her lips. Maybe she shouldn't have trusted the system in the first place, let alone accepted the deal.

"An Xiang, it's not anyone's fault." Pei Yizhou took two steps closer. "You have your reasons, and he has his own thoughts. Things have already happened, and there is no point in holding people responsible."

Pei Yizhou's words made An Xiang wake up.

Mo Mo is still young and has plenty of time, so he is not at the point of no where to go.

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

An Xiang nodded.

"I still have something to do with my company, so I can't stay with you. If you need anything, please contact me."

"Um."

An wanted to send Pei Yizhou away, but couldn't help but look 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.

"No entry."

He won't come in if he doesn't want to, that would be so shameless!

An Xiang pushed the door open and saw her son sitting on the cushion playing games.

She had never bought a game console for her son, so she walked over and asked, "Did Pei Chen give this to you?" After thinking about it, only Pei Chen had this thing.

An Zimo hummed.

An wanted to sit over it, but found that the things on it were completely incomprehensible, but judging from the speed of her son's fingers moving, he must be playing well.

An Xiang looked at that silent and beautiful little face and felt unreal for a moment.

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

An Zimo's wrist froze, his operation speed slowed down by half a beat, and the character on the screen died on the spot.

"I...I just feel that with my IQ, I shouldn't..." She is not smart, and giving birth to a child prodigy is too fantasy, but she is quite proud of it when she thinks about it, hehehe.

An Xiang giggled alone for a long time, An Zimo frowned, moved away without moving, and started a new game.

"Momo, did I hurt you that day?"

An Zimo's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly and did not answer.

An Xiang changed his position, supporting his head with his arms, lying on his side and looking at the little face.

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

He said two words coldly: "No."

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

An Zimo's eyes were slightly loose, and this looseness made An Xiang believe in his judgment even more.

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 for three hundred years? If you are as smart as you, no matter what you do when you grow up.

They are all very successful.”

An Zimo found it annoying, and the most unpleasant thing to hear was the word "achievement".

In the previous life, the mother talked about success and money, but the peace of mind in this life is still stuck in the cliché. However, any parent would give up easily after learning that their son is a genius, and happily enroll their children in the team, who cares?

Are the children happy or not?

Now that he was exposed, An Zimo didn't want to pretend anymore. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard An wanted to say something else, "But the most important thing is that you are happy."

Before he could make a sound, he was instantly blocked by these words.

An Zimo temporarily forgot that he was still playing games, turned his eyes sideways, and stared quietly at the face so close to him.

He didn't see much joy in her eyes, and even his mind-reading skills didn't detect a hint of hypocrisy.

——That’s 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 yet. It's okay, Mo Mo, mom will stay with you from now on."

"An wanted to reach out her hand and gently pull the person into her arms.

The body is in close contact with the body, the body temperature is the same, and the heartbeat is at the same frequency.

Through such a gapless distance, An Zimo heard her heartfelt voice more closely.

[Great, my son doesn’t hate me.]

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

[If emotions are lacking, let them be missing. I will help him make up for the missing part.]

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

"Uncle Pei said you almost died if you went to find me."

An Xiang looked nonchalant, "Hey, this is not life. It's too early to say death now."

"Then you hit me, wasn't it because I almost died?" An Zimo heard the anger in her heart at that time. Except for him, everyone here should be afraid of death, and he could understand the slap, so

He wouldn't take it to heart. But today, An Zimo was at a loss again, because An Xiang's voice at this moment told him that she didn't seem to be angry that she almost died, but for other reasons.

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

"I'm just worried about you." An Xiang touched his face, "Son, you are so sweet, those bad guys must want to eat you." He said with intense eyes and swallowed several times in succession.

An Zimo's eyebrows twitched and he unconsciously distanced himself.

"Mo Mo, everyone must be responsible for their own safety. When you are 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

It will bring harm to yourself and others. You are a little man, and you can no longer act on your impulse and make adults worry about you."

When An wanted to say this, her expression was serious and serious.

An Zimo suddenly felt that she had a hint of a parent. She was clearly admonishing, but she was very different from her mother in her previous life.

"Then...are you still letting me and Mr. Pei go?" He remembered clearly what she said that day, and he cared about it inexplicably.

An Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then stammered in explanation, "I, I was talking out of anger! Just like a mother would tell her children not to come back if you leave."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Really, really, you believe me." An Xiang swore to the sky anxiously. After a while, she thought of an important point. She slowly put her hands down, her eyes filled with resentment, "Then you still say that I am not you

Mom, it was you who said it first..." If the words weren't so sad, she wouldn't have minded for so long.

An Zimo twitched the corners of his lips.

He wasn't lying. In theory, An Xiang couldn't be considered her mother.

"So you have to apologize to me."

An Zimo's thick eyebrows clenched heavily.

"don't want."

"Then I won't cook delicious food for you anymore." An Xiang was very stubborn, and she was very principled about this matter.

An Zimo thought seriously about the meal in the kindergarten cafeteria, and then about the meal he had at a restaurant outside that day. After all, An Xiang's skills were the best.

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

"Insincere."

"sorry."

"No subject."

"..." Annoying.

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

That's pretty much it.

An Xiang had a smile on his face and patted his little head with satisfaction, "Okay, you have to promise me that you can't run away from home again. If you want to go anywhere, you can tell me. I

I will definitely take you there."

"Yeah." The home in his previous life was gone, and there was no need for him to confirm it again.

An wanted to say that a vampire has a lifespan of three hundred years. During such a long time, he can always slowly find his way forward.

An Zimo touched the pointed fangs that had grown out. The thought of sucking blood in the future inevitably made him feel repulsed.

"Then I'll make you something delicious. How about sweet and sour fish?"

An Zimo glanced at her unhealed foot, and the image of An trying to fall to the ground in the surveillance camera appeared in his mind. He shook his head, "If you don't want to eat, I'm not hungry."

"Well, how about we sleep together at night?" The idea of ​​cooking for her son failed, and she couldn't help but come up with other ideas.

How could An Zimo, such a big man, be willing to squeeze into a coffin with An Xiang? However, before he could say his refusal, An Xiang pushed him back.

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

The two of them lay down in the small coffin, An Xiang hugged her son tightly and closed her eyes.

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

"It's okay, we are not human." An Xiang yawned and patted him gently.

An Zimo's face twisted together, his fierce eyes fell into silence.

Can't refute.
Chapter completed!