When An wanted to go home, her body was covered with rain, and wetness fell down her body to the floor. She quietly looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, her hair was tangled one by one, and her eyes were red and red from crying.

His face was swollen, his cheeks were pale, and his lips were blue with cold.

Mo Mo will definitely ask more questions when he sees it.

In a daze, the phone vibrated. It was Pei Yizhou's call.

She hesitated for a few seconds, pressed off, and sent the text message——

[Mo Mo is sleeping, so it’s not convenient to pick him up.]

You don't need to think about it to know that her voice is not that nice now. Pei Yizhou is so sensitive and will definitely ask questions. She can't explain it, so it is better to hide it.

After this text message passed, Pei Yizhou quickly replied: [I just finished the meeting and wanted to tell you that there is no need to prepare my dinner. There are some problems with the overseas project and I am on my way to the airport.]

An wanted to type: [Okay, be careful on the road.]

Pei Yizhou: [I may have to leave for about a week, wait until I come back.]

An Xiang said again: [Okay.]

She put down her phone and stood in front of the door for a while. After she calmed down, she took out the key and opened the door carefully, doing so gently for fear of disturbing her son.

There was no one in the living room, and there was a noise from the bathroom. It was probably because my son was going to the bathroom.

An wanted to take this opportunity to sneak in, took out some tissue paper and frantically wiped the water stains on her face.

"Where have you been?"

An Zimo's soft, childlike voice came from behind. Sure enough, he had just woken up and hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

An Xiang's shoulders stiffened and she didn't look back. She pretended to be calm and explained: "I went to deliver juice to the guests, but the rain blocked the road, so I came back a little late."

"Oh." An Zimo looked up at her and noticed something unusual, "What's wrong with your voice?"

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had cried.

An wanted to know that her son was sharp, but she didn't know how sharp he would be. Her spine stiffened even more, and she calmed down and said, "I guess he caught a cold from the rain. It's okay."

After I finished speaking, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat, and I covered my mouth and coughed several times.

An Zimo frowned and said, "Then you go to the bathroom and wash yourself."

"Yeah." An wanted to pretend to wipe the rainwater from her eyebrows, but in fact it was to prevent him from seeing her crying eyes.

There was also a set of clothes left in the store. An wanted to take the clothes into the bathroom, turn on the shower, lowered her eyelashes and sobbed softly again.

How much she likes Brother Ze.

It was the only tenderness in her cold life, but now the tenderness broke into sharp blades, tearing her heart open. She could not talk about it, and swallowed her hatred mixed with tears into her stomach.

The warm water was flowing, and An Zimo, who was standing at the door, felt something was wrong. Since the two were more than half a meter apart, he didn't understand what was going on inside. The only thing he was sure of was that An was unhappy.

why you are not feeling happy?

An Zimo couldn't understand or figure it out, so he simply sat at the door of the bathroom and waited quietly for someone to come out, with a waiting posture like a puppy.

An wanted to cry for a long time before she calmed down, and her original sadness was healed. She applied a hot towel to her eyes, but they still looked heavy, but with her son's character, he probably wouldn't break the casserole and ask the truth.

An Xiang couldn't help but feel lucky that lack of emotion was not a completely bad thing.

She dried her hair, changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as she opened the door, a small body fell crookedly beside her legs.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang lowered his head and was very surprised.

Anzi Momaliao got up from the ground, turned up the volume and started reading minds.

[Has Mo Mo been waiting for me here?]

[Did he know something?]

The last sentence made An Zimo frown, raised his head and asked, "Is someone bullying you?"

An Xiang was startled and shook his head: "No one bullied me."

[Mo Mo is indeed a little genius...]

[He must have heard me crying.]

"Then why are you crying."

"Okay, someone is bullying me." An wanted to know that she couldn't hide it, "The person who ordered takeout is someone I hate."

Several faces suddenly appeared in front of An Zimo's eyes.

He suddenly realized it, and then looked at him with an evil look, "Then did they bully you?"

An Zimo is not one of those four-year-old kids outside who doesn't understand anything. Those men don't look good, and they are not allowed to act out of lust and do some heinous acts.

Thinking of this, An Zimo's fist hardened.

His expression was very funny, and An Xiang's bad mood was relieved.

"No, I left when I saw it was them. I won't give them a chance to bully me."

"In that case, why are you crying?"

"..."

It seems that if the results are not given today, he will not give up.

An Xiang pondered, "I happened to hear them talking bad about me."

Her inner thoughts were consistent with what she said, and An Zimo had no doubts.

He couldn't understand An Xiang's tears.

For An Zimo, any bad words are just jealousy of his outstanding personal performance. In his previous life, he was often scolded by his mother and exposed on the Internet. However, An Zimo always went in one ear and out the other, even if he saw it, he would not see it.

will have an impact on him.

Only those who do nothing, have low abilities, are weak and stupid will criticize others behind their backs. Why waste time and shed tears.

In the past, An Zimo should have ridiculed An Xiang, or ignored him.

But--

An Zimo looked at her eyes red from crying and pale face, pursed his lips, trotted to the sofa, and picked up the tablet.

An Xiang didn't know what the child was going to do, so she waited quietly for him.

He opened Baidu search——[Effective words to comfort girls.]

Search engines give answers in one second.

An Zimo browsed through it quickly, closed the tablet and returned to An Xiang.

In front of her, An Zimo spoke calmly like an emotionless robot: "The core of the market economy is the mechanism of competition. Your strength depends on your superb skills. Only by constantly updating your knowledge and improving yourself can you become the leader in life.

Strong.1"

An thought: "..."

Seeing that she had no response, An Zimo pursed his lips and continued to recite: "Life is so short, don't waste it on idle talk."

An thought: "...??"

"I don't get angry when others are angry. When I get angry, there is no one to take care of me."

An Zimo almost recited the entire page to her, but An Xiang never expressed his position. He was not discouraged and was going to search some more. Anyway, there were a lot of these things.

An Xiang finally realized what he was doing, blinked, and his voice escaped from his dry throat: "Mo Mo... are you coaxing mom?"

She remembered that her son once said that he would not coax people.

So, he went out to find these things to coax her?

An Zimo turned away awkwardly, with a cold face: "You can think so."

The living room fell into silence, An Xiang's vision gradually blurred, the tip of her nose became sore, and she couldn't help but shed tears again.

An Zimo's eyelids twitched.

As for that? Is his coaxing skills so bad? And the content is all excerpted from famous emotional experts. Damn it! Emotional experts are really unreliable! I will complain to them all later!

"Hello……"

Before An Zimo could finish speaking, he was hugged by An Xiang.

[I only have Mo Mo.]

[There is nothing to be sad about, I still have Mo Mo.]

[He is the person I care about most in my life, only Mo Mo...]

When An Zimo, who originally wanted to push An Xiang away, heard these thoughts, he slowly took his hand back, carefully placed it on her back and patted her.

This...should be considered coaxing.

An Xiang hugged him for a long time, but An Zimo changed his usual attitude and allowed her to hold him with great patience and obedience.

An wanted to let go of her son and rubbed her eyes: "I'm sorry, mommy cried to you again."

"It doesn't matter. People will secrete tears when they are sad. There is no need for you to apologize to me because of physiological factors." An Zimo was serious about popular science and was not affected at all.

Although An Zimo understood this, he had never cried.

Not once.

His eyes were mature and steady that other children did not have. He looked very mature and reliable. An Xiang suddenly saw the haze dissipate, leaving only a clear sky.

She pinched her son's soft little face and said, "Your father is going abroad and can't come here. Mommy invites you to eat out tonight."

Hearing this, An Zimo secretly scolded Pei Yizhou for failing to live up to his expectations and letting things slip at such an important juncture. Then he thought, it would be good to let things go, it would be wonderful to let things go.

"Yes!" He nodded heavily, and Le Diandian went to pack his small schoolbag.

Looking at her son's back, An Xiang slowly drew a smile on her lips. She stood up from the ground. Perhaps she had been squatting for too long, and her eyesight went dark. At the same time, she felt dizzy, and the symptoms lasted for a while.

Feeling relieved, An Xiang slowly walked over.

The heavy rain outside the window has stopped, the fire clouds are burning even more than before, and scarlet blood spreads all over the sky.

An wanted to hold her son's hand and go out. As soon as she came downstairs, a familiar shadow came into view.

She frowned and turned around in the completely opposite direction without moving her expression.

"Think...think about it."

He called her name, as softly as ever.

An Xiang didn't stop, stopped the car and got in, without looking back or looking at him, as if he were a stranger.

An Yanze stood under the dusk, and the blood in his eyes was deeper than the sky.

He pinched his fingers tightly and felt no pain as his nails dug into his flesh.

An Yanze stood there for a long time, staring in the direction she was going. He didn't answer the call slowly until the call came.

"Hello." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been cut by a knife.

"Did you beat Ruoming?"

"Um."

"Ayuan said it's because of Pei Yizhou's human wife? An Yanze, do you have any sense of proportion? Come back quickly!"

Tai Lanyi scolded him, while An Yanze clenched his phone and listened expressionlessly.

He hung up the phone, got in the car and drove directly to An's home.

The An family is the oldest pure-blood family. Because it hates human beings, the An family deliberately chose a remote place away from the crowd when building the house. It has not moved to a location to this day. He parked the car at the door and turned around, walking slowly.

Urgent or not.

An Heyuan and Tai Lanyi were sitting in the main hall. Next to them was An Ruoming, whose head was wrapped into a rice dumpling. An Baozhu and An Cheng were surrounding him. When they saw An Yanze coming in, the three of them cowered in unison.

"Uncle, aunt." After greeting the elders, An Yanze glanced at his younger brother with cold eyes, and when his eyes converged, he became gentle and indifferent.

An Ruoming covered his head, feeling that the wound began to hurt again.

"You made a big fuss in Tiandu today, and the person in charge called." Tai Lanyi's words meant that they knew that this matter had nothing to do with An Ruoming.

"Yanze, you were not like this before. How big a conflict could make you do such a cruel thing to your own brother." Tai Lanyi's eyes were dissatisfied.

The An family cherishes every pureblood, otherwise they wouldn't have kept all their brothers' children by their side to take care of them.

An Yanze is the child they are most proud of. He is smart, outstanding, and has the most special pure-blood abilities.

The An family intended to train him to become the next director, but An Yanze beat his biological brother.

An Yanze didn't express anything, his figure was as slender as a pine tree.

"Your abilities must be passed on to the next generation. I don't allow you to get close to humans. How can your father and I safely hand over the company to you like you are today."

An Yanze's eyes flickered, "I was wrong."

He had a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, and the two of them were no longer willing to blame, "He Ruoming apologized."

An Yanze looked at An Ruoming: "It's my fault today, brother. I bought a manor in the UK and now I'm giving it to you as an apology. It just so happens..." He curled his lips and smiled with a hint of treachery.

"It's clean there and suitable for rest and recuperation."

An Ruoming's breathing was rapid, and the words he had said during the day lingered in his ears again.

An Heyuan didn't notice anything was wrong, and nodded with satisfaction: "Ruoming, if this is the case, just accept it, and don't contradict your elder brother next time."

"Yes...yes." An Ruoming held his head, his voice trembling.

An Yanze said goodbye to his elders, and the moment he turned around, the smile on his lips faded, and only coldness and murderous intent remained in his eyebrows.

He wants to control the An family; he wants to eliminate all unfavorable factors.

Before that, he must distance himself from An Xiang and not let others know her existence. If An Xiang can be safe around Pei Yizhou, then let that person be her protection/umbrella.

Think about it...

An Yanze called her name in his heart, stopped and looked at the house behind him that was swallowed up by the sunset.

He once said that he would protect her no matter what.

That's an agreement, and he won't go back on it.

***

An Xiang was caught in the rain and developed a high fever the next day, accompanied by chest pain and cough. The condition was even worse than last time.

The kindergarten is organizing a group activity today, and every child is required to be present.

Her limbs were so weak that she couldn't stand up. An Zimo didn't need to be taken care of by his mother like other children. He changed his clothes, carried a small schoolbag, and had money in his pocket. It was An Zimo who wanted to buy him snacks. After all,

It happened suddenly and the family was not prepared for anything.

The kindergarten bus would arrive in a few minutes, and An Zimo stood by the bed and looked at her.

"Well, Momo, aren't you leaving yet?" An Xiang struggled to hold up her eyelids and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's okay, dad has arranged a nanny for us, and she will be there soon."

An Zimo's eyes flickered and he stood beside her bed, still refusing to leave.

An wanted to push him, "Go ahead and remember to listen to the teacher."

An Zimo pursed his lips and turned to leave.

The bedroom fell into silence. She turned sideways and coughed one after another, causing her chest to vibrate. An wanted to caress her chest, where the temperature was extremely hot.

When I was drowsy, someone approached me.

An Xiang thought it was the nanny, so she closed her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she realized something was wrong, and turned her head to look into her son's beautiful big eyes.

An Xiang was completely dumbfounded: "Isn't the bus coming?"

"Come and go."

"……ah?"

"I accidentally missed the bus, and the driver was not willing to wait for me." An Zimo took off his hat and schoolbag, "I have no choice but to accompany you reluctantly."

Having said that, there was no hint of reluctance on his face.

An Xiang pursed her lips and smiled.

She knew her son had such a good reputation, but she didn't expose it. She reached out and rubbed his furry little head, "When Mo Mo grows up and has long legs, he won't miss it."

"Well, I will grow taller than Pei Yizhou." An Zimo climbed onto the bed. He was already 175cm tall at the age of fourteen, and could reach 190cm tall by the time he was 18.

An Xiang still couldn't figure out why his son insisted on competing with Pei Yizhou, so he looked at him tenderly and said nothing.

"I'll make porridge for you."

"Ah?" An Xiang shook his head, "No, Auntie will do it for us."

"But I want to do it for you."

An Xiang burst into laughter, "Children can't get angry, it's very dangerous."

"I want to do it." He repeated again, his expression more serious than ever.

An Xiang's smile faded, and her heart felt astringent, sour, and warm. She grabbed the hair and refused again, "Then wait for auntie to come, and let her teach you next to it, okay?"

An Zimo nodded, then took out a book from the bookshelf and crawled next to An Xiang, "Then I'll tell you a story, how about "Walden Pond"." After a pause, "Forget it." With her mother's IQ, it's possible for her to listen.

don't know.

An Zimo struggled over and over again, and took great courage to pull out a children's educational book, the kind with colorful pictures.

""Polite Little Bear", let me tell you this."

He opened the book, lowered his head and told the story seriously.

An Xiang looked at him quietly.

At some point, the gloominess in his son's eyes melted away.

He still doesn't have the innocence and liveliness of other children, nor their ignorance; but he is cleaner and clearer than any other child.

This is her child.

She gave birth to the child after ten months of pregnancy.

"Mo Mo, if your mother is gone one day, you must grow up well."

An Zimo raised his eyes, not quite understanding what An was thinking.

Her eyes were filled with water, and her tone was slow: "You must grow up to be a gentle man, be responsible, and be kind, but you cannot be completely kind. If you are too kind...others will bully you."

An Zimo frowned, hummed, and answered with difficulty: "Okay, I can give it a try."

An Xiang smiled again, lowered his eyelids and fell asleep quietly.

The nanny had already arrived home. An Zimo put down his book and asked his aunt to teach him how to cook.

The aunt initially disagreed, because after all, it was too dangerous for children to get angry. He repeatedly said it was for mother's sake, and the aunt reluctantly nodded in agreement.

An Zimo stepped on a stool in front of the stove and cooked porridge according to the steps provided by the nanny.

He is smart and can learn everything quickly, even cooking. Except for the fact that his height affects his cooking speed, he has almost no choice.

A pot of nutritious porridge came out quickly, and the nanny couldn't wait to take a bite.

The porridge was cooked just right, the rice grains were soft and glutinous, and the taste was sweet. She smacked her tongue secretly and couldn't help but give An Zimo a thumbs up: "Very good, very good. The young master will have a bright future in the future."

An Zimo, who was praised, raised his lips and said without humility: "Don't tell the established facts."

The nanny scooped out a bowl, put it on a dinner plate and handed it to him: "Then you can deliver it to mom in person." After all, he made it himself, so it would be more appropriate to deliver it in person.

An Zimo nodded, carefully held the plate steady, and turned around and said, "Then help me call Pei... my dad and see if I can get through."

He was not willing to let Pei Yizhou come back. He Anxiang was a little seriously ill and needed an adult to take care of him.

The nanny nodded and turned to make a phone call.

An Zimo then slowly moved towards the bedroom.

"Hey, I made porridge for you..."

His voice gradually lowered, and his eyes gradually widened as he looked at the bedroom.

Snapped--

An Zimo's wrists were unstable, the dinner plate fell off his hands, the bowl fell to the ground, and the hot porridge just out of the pot poured all over his feet, and any place where it was splashed instantly turned red.

He doesn't feel any pain.

The wound was far less shocking than the scene in front of me.

An wanted to lie down beside the bed, and the blood stains stained the sheets into large areas of red.

She closed her eyes, was unconscious, did not open her eyes, and had no reaction.

Is she dead?

When this idea came to his mind, An Zimo felt as if a hole had opened in the world.

He couldn't bear it. All the education he had received was of no use at this moment, and his usually calm mind went blank in an instant.
Chapter completed!