The coffin shop arrived soon, and An wanted to lead An Zimo down.

Over the past few years, this coffin shop looked even more shabby. An Zimo couldn't help but doubt what he saw. Could this be a place selling beds?

An wanted to push the door open, but two paper figures were leaning crookedly on both sides of the door. The room was dark, and the boss had nothing to do, smoking a cigarette and sitting on a wicker chair reading a newspaper.

"The guests can see whatever they want. There are coffins and urns."

An wanted to look around and said, "Boss, can you customize it? I want the children's version."

Children's version...

The boss raised his head from the newspaper and stared at An and thought about that face for a long time. Customers came and went in the coffin shop every day, but he only had an impression of this face.

Immediately, the boss noticed An Zimo next to him.

"Order a coffin according to his size." An wanted to show the boss the picture she had saved in advance, "I want this cartoon pattern, it will be very cute."

boss:"."

Is this girl serious?

"The price is easy to talk about. Please choose the best materials." Children's skin is delicate, so saving on anything will not save money on the coffin.

The boss is said to be someone who has seen big storms. Although he thinks An Xiang has some problems with his brain, he is not a bastard if he has money. If he can give you the money, let alone Peppa Pig, he can tattoo you with Dragon Balls.

After paying the payment, leaving the address, An Xiang left the coffin shop in a relaxed manner.

"The coffin will be ready in a few days." An wanted to pat the back of Anzi Mo's round head, "Don't worry, Mo Mo, you can sleep with your mother at any time."

Who is anxious?

Who wants to sleep with you?

Over the past two days, An Zimo's ability to accept it became stronger and stronger. Although he still felt sick sleeping in a coffin, he quickly accepted this reality.

It's not just sleeping in a coffin, it's better than sleeping in a childish crib.

**

The next place they want to go is Star City Commercial Building.

The children's clothing area is on the first floor. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the colorful and various styles of children's clothing are dazzling.

Almost every girl has a dream of dressing up in her heart, and An Xiang is no exception.

She excitedly pulled An Zimo into one of the stores and took down all the jeans, pants, and various jackets and T-shirts on the rack.

"Mo Mo, give it a try." An Xiang held up the clothes and looked at him with bright eyes.

An Zimo didn't move.

The eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a hint of repulsion in his eyes.

It's obvious that he doesn't like it.

That look was like cold water being poured down on her head, instantly making An want to go down. She muttered in a low tone: "If Mo Mo doesn't want to try, then he won't try." She didn't like to force children to do things she didn't like to do. Although she was disappointed, she still felt sad.

I didn’t do anything reluctantly. My son’s happiness was more important than the happiness of the adults.

"Hello, help me choose some sizes that suit him, and then pack them all up." An Xiang picked out a few more pairs of shoes and stacked the big and small bags together.

After she finished paying, the shopping guide said: "We provide free express delivery service. If it is inconvenient for the lady, we can deliver the items directly to your residence."

"Then I'll trouble you."

It was getting late, and almost all the things that should be bought were bought. An Xiang was going to take An Zimo out for a meal and then go to a milk tea shop.

The commercial building is crowded with pedestrians, and the gate is right in front of you.

She lowered her head and saw only the dimples of hair on An Zimo's head. She didn't need to think about it to know that the child's expression at this moment was cold.

"Is there really nothing Mo Mo wants?" An Xiang stopped and pointed to the toys in the window next to her, "Look at those, you can have whatever you want."

An Zimo glanced across his eyes and fixed his gaze.

"MechaWarrior" linked-up mecha, priced at 388.

The red and white mecha toy is sealed in a plastic box with an animated logo printed on it.

His eyes were empty, memories occupying his mind.

[An Zimo, how dare you steal money!!!]

[What toys are you playing with as an adult!]

[I let you play!]

She waved her hand and hit him on the head again and again with the toy.

An Zimo looked back, lowered his head and slowly took his hand out of An Xiang's palm.

For him, there is nothing in this world that he likes.

Staring at the thin figure walking alone in front of her, An wanted to blink and turned her head to look at the toy thoughtfully.

"Momo!"

An wanted to chase him and stop him. She bent down and looked into those dark but gloomy eyes: "There is an ice cream shop over there. Mom will buy you one. You can eat it while you wait for me, okay?" I'm afraid he won't.

An Xin, An Xiang added another sentence, "I want to go to the bathroom."

An Zimo neither expressed acceptance nor resistance.

She led An Zimo back, delivered the ice cream she bought to him, and finally placed him on a rest chair.

An Xiang squatted half-way, rubbed her fluffy hair with her warm palms, and said with a light and gentle smile: "Then wait for your mother, she will be back soon. Remember not to go away with strangers."

An Zimo licked the ice cream, saw An Xiang walking away, and quickly looked away.

Fool.

The toilet is not in that direction at all.

I guess I couldn't help but want to throw him away.

The strawberry-flavored ice cream was too sweet. He never liked greasy sweets. He frowned and stood up and threw it into the trash can in front of him. As soon as he turned around, an old man came out of nowhere and squatted in front of him.

before.

The old man was dressed in simple clothes and looked kind. He pulled An Zimo with a painful look on his face and said, "My dear, grandma has a stomachache. Can you help grandma to sit over there?"

An Zimo sullenly shook off the old man's hand and said two words coldly: "No."

He refused as simply as possible. The old man probably had never seen such a child before. He was stunned for a moment and immediately took out a bag of candy from his pocket: "My dear, do you think you can eat this? This candy is delicious.

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An Zimo put his hands in his pockets and remained unmoved.

He bypassed the old man and walked forward. Due to his height, he couldn't see the road clearly, and his head hit a long leg directly.

An Zimo snorted softly from his throat, raised his head and glared at the person coming.

"Baby, don't leave!"

The old lady was still chasing after me.

An Zimo was extremely irritated and said to the person who was hit: "This is a trafficker. If you have a mobile phone, please contact the police."

He originally didn't want to pay attention to this extremely deceitful human trafficker, but he couldn't bear to be pestered.

The old lady didn't expect to be found out so quickly. Her waist and legs no longer hurt, and she ran towards the door.

"security guard--!"

"Hurry up and catch that man!"

Upon hearing the cry, the security guards patrolling the surrounding area reacted quickly and subdued the person with one move.

An Zimo withdrew his gaze and sat back to his original position.

The two men hadn't left just now, and they stayed where they were and stared at him. An Zimo raised his eyes, and his eyes collided with the leading man's.

His eyes were like wild beasts, which was in sharp contrast to the coldness of the man's eyes.

The assistant stood behind him and reminded: "Mr. Pei, the meeting is about to begin. This kid..." He looked at An Zimo carefully and felt that he looked like Mr. Pei for no reason.

No, it can't be.

The assistant broke out in a cold sweat. Mr. Pei was so stoic, how could he have such an old son?

But there are a lot of similar people in the world, and this kid doesn't look noble at all. It's probably just a coincidence.

After thinking about it, the assistant was immediately relieved.

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyelids and raised his wrist. There were less than five minutes left before the meeting started.

"You stay here." He said in a light voice, "Ask where his parents are. If he is lost with his family, take him directly to the security room."

"Okay, I'll arrive later." The assistant responded and walked directly to An Zimo.

Pei Yizhou took one last look at the sullen-looking child on the chair. The repulsive and vigilant expression inexplicably made him feel happy. He withdrew his gaze and walked directly into the elevator under those gazes.
Chapter completed!