The next day happened to be Saturday, and as agreed, An wanted to take An Zimo back to his home to take care of him.

The young boy in front of him was wearing suspenders with a European retro style. He had black hair and white skin, and his unopened phoenix eyes were calmly scanning the room. His posture was like an underage lion patrolling his territory, showing a bit of domineering for no reason.

An Xiang had no experience in dealing with children. She stood awkwardly for a while, then stepped aside to get out of the way and said, "I don't have slippers for you, so you can just come in."

An Zimo glanced at the smooth floor, took off his shoes and walked in barefoot, without any trace of uneasiness behind him.

An Xiang scratched her head and took the initiative to chat: "How about I teach you arithmetic first?"

He responded gently.

"Then take out the book."

An Zimo sat in front of the sofa and obediently took out the infant arithmetic book. The book was a new one bought yesterday. There were two big-headed little people printed on it with silly smiles, which made An Zimo lower his lips in disdain.

An Xiang didn't notice anything unusual, so he sat next to him and started teaching him addition within ten.

"The little mouse likes to eat cheese. He ate one cheese on the first day and another on the second day. How many cheeses did the little mouse eat in total?"

An Xiang's voice was soft and she patiently read word after word.

His eyes flickered and he couldn't help but look to his side. An Xiang had an aura that was familiar and reassuring to him, and his drooping eyelashes curled up mischievously. Even though he had lost his memory, he was still gentle when facing him.

"Zimo, how much cheese has the little mouse eaten?"

Her dark eyes hit him.

An Zimo pursed his lips and said, "Two."

"Wow, classmate Zimo is so smart!" An Xiang applauded in unison, her eyes full of admiration.

An Zimo's face turned red, he avoided looking and said nothing.

To him, arithmetic for young children is like Einstein's primary school math class. He is ashamed of being mentally retarded and has no challenge. In order to spend more time with his mother and bond with him, An Zimo has to endure his impatience and respond appropriately when the questions become more difficult.

Showing confusion in your eyes and asking An Xiang questions can give her a sense of accomplishment.

In fact, Anxiang does have a sense of accomplishment.

An Zimo was not as fierce as he thought, quiet and sensible, and he would also praise her for being smart.

"Mom, you know a lot, mom, you are so amazing." An Zimo blew his mother's rainbow fart, his beautiful face full of admiration.

An Xiang felt embarrassed by being praised: "It's just so so, it's brother Zimo who is smarter."

"No, no, no, my mother taught me well."

An wanted to calm down before realizing that the child seemed to have been calling her mother.

She coughed twice to calm down her emotions and said, "Classmate Zimo, you should call me aunt or teacher."

It was in the previous life that An Zimo became her son. In this life, they are neither relatives nor friends, so it is really not appropriate for her to recognize her as her mother.

An wanted to worry about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, but he didn't expect that An Zimo could hear his voice clearly.

He tightened his grip on the pencil, feeling sour and rising emotions tugging at the bottom of his heart.

"Do you disown me?" An Zimo's voice trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

An Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and her nerves tensed up, as if she were facing a formidable enemy: "Don't, don't, don't cry. I don't know how to coax children, so don't cry."

An Zimo turned away, leaving her with a look on the back of her head filled with grievances.

"Mainly because we're not very familiar with each other. I'm not used to you calling me mom."

She said as a matter of course: "You are my mother, what's wrong with you?"

An Xiang muttered in a low voice: "I have never been pregnant with you, nor have I given birth to you, so I am not your mother."

An Zimo took a deep breath and was about to refute, but found that there was no way to refute.

An Xiang now returns to his true body. This body has indeed never conceived him or given birth to him. Not to mention the blood relationship between them, not even the memory remains.

An Xiang's eyes looked at him without pampering or motherly love, and were completely unfamiliar.

If she never remembers him, she will never treat him as her biological son.

The thought that occurred in that moment made An Zimo feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold to the bone.

He originally thought he could live the same life as before after finding his mother, but now it seems that he was too naive. His mother's memory was buried in the dust with her dead body. For her, he was just the one who broke her peaceful life.

intruder.

perhaps……

Maybe she will never remember; maybe she will marry someone else and give birth to a child with someone else's blood, and he will be nothing.

An Zimo suddenly fell into panic about the future, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was bloodless.

An Xiang noticed the sudden change in his expression, stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

An Zimo came to his senses and took out the mobile phone he carried with him from his schoolbag.

This phone was a gift given to An Xiang when he left. Over the past six months, he had carried it with him and listened to the voices on it thousands of times. At this time, An Zimo handed the phone to An Xiang and said, "This is the phone you left.

You gave it to me, do you still remember it?"

The screen saver on the phone is An Xiang's selfie, with a pretty and bright smile. There are a lot of video voices in it, which makes An Xiang very surprised, but there is no other unnecessary emotion except surprise.

"Sorry, I don't remember." An Xiang looked at the fragile-looking boy with pity, moved her fingertips slightly, raised her hand and touched the top of his soft hair, "Don't be sad, can I make you lunch?"

"

An Xiang knows how to cook and has good skills. I believe the children will be happy after eating.

Hearing this, An Zimo's eyes lit up.

When An wanted to get up and enter the kitchen, he cut his finger with a utility knife. Fresh blood gushes out from the wound, and the sweet and attractive mango fragrance spreads throughout the living room.

An Xiang paused, and his attention was drawn uncontrollably.

[My little classmate smells so good.]

[I want to eat.]

Suck.

The sound of saliva.

This scene is exactly the same as when the two first met.

An Xiang is a vampire now, and with her sensitive sense of smell, her needs are even greater than those of a human being at that time. I don't believe that she won't be tempted.

An Zimo put away the little pride in his heart, squeezed out the blood with his fingers, and raised his big eyes with a simple smile: "Mom, I'm injured."

An Xiang's eyes were about to be hooked by the scarlet blood, and her mouth secreted saliva like crazy. She licked the corners of her mouth, her eyes glowing red like a hungry wolf. After a battle between heaven and man, An Xiang finally chose to endure. An Zimo is now

You are still a child, no matter how hungry or thirsty you are, you cannot do anything to the baby.

She regretfully averted her gaze, turned around, found a band-aid, took the injured hand and wrapped it around it, "Okay, this will stop the pain."

An Zimo: "..." Doubt the ghost.jpg

"Children are not allowed to play with knives." An wanted to put away the utility knife, but there was a drop of blood on the blade. She swallowed and reluctantly wiped the utility knife clean with a paper towel. "I'm going to cook for you, will you be obedient?"

good?"

"." If it weren't for his mind-reading skills, An Zimo would really have thought that An Xiang was pure and indifferent.

Finished.
Chapter completed!