"Momo, I'm back!"

An Xiang panted and ran to An Zimo, and then she noticed the strange man standing next to her.

Thinking of what happened at KFC last time, An Xiang suddenly became vigilant and pulled An Zimo behind to protect him.

"Are you the mother of this child?"

An Xiang nodded without saying anything extra.

The assistant smiled good-naturedly, "This child was in danger just now, but luckily he met us. As a parent, you must never let your child wander around alone again. He won't be so lucky next time." The assistant said.

After finishing, he hurriedly followed Pei Yizhou.

An Xiang stared at his leaving figure for a long time, and then realized what he had just said.

Human trafficker?

An Xiang couldn't help but look at her son who was silent.

An Zimo put his hands behind his back and looked sideways away from An Xiang's line of sight. He didn't know where to place his dark pupils, and his childish face was filled with indifference.

An Xiang squatted down in front of him, clasped the thin shoulders in front of him, and looked seriously: "Is what that uncle said true?"

He didn't speak and looked angry.

An Xiang pursed her lips and scratched her cheeks in distress. This time it was her personal mistake. She originally thought it would be safer if there were security guards in the mall, not to mention that she was only leaving for a short time, but she didn't expect...

"Mo Mo, I won't leave you behind next time." An Xiang forced herself to smile and said, "I promise you."

What An Zimo didn't believe the most was the guarantee. He didn't even bother to give the other party a look, turned around and walked out without looking sideways.

An Xiang hurriedly got up and chased after her, tightly holding the small hands next to her, but he broke away again the next second. An Xiang pulled her over again without giving up, and over and over again, he finally gave up resistance and allowed her to lead them towards them.

milk tea shop.

The milk tea shop that the customer service compensated opened on the third floor of an old apartment building opposite the commercial building. It was obviously such a prosperous area, but it chose such an inconspicuous location.

She followed the address to the innermost floor of the third floor and saw the plaque affixed to the door.

[A milk tea shop.]

Hmm. The vulgarity is the elegance, which is quite good.

An wanted to enter the password and opened the door nervously and excitedly.

The customer service has already arranged all the documents needed to open the store, including materials and tools. The apartment is only 50 square meters, with four tables in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There is an open kitchen right after entering the door, which is connected to the charge counter, which is very convenient.

The environment is quite satisfactory, but if a milk tea shop is opened in a place like this, it is unlikely that there will be many customers.

She went around to the back kitchen, opened the refrigerator first, and a small card fell out.

[Hello host, the fresh ingredients required for making milk tea are automatically replaced every day, and you do not need to purchase ingredients. The house is personally donated by the Space and Time Administration, and all expenses for opening the store will be borne by us, and we will earn the personal income of the host.

]

Underneath the card is also written: [Again, we apologize for the inconvenience caused to you.]

Now that things have come to this, and a son has been born, is an apology useful?

But they are very thoughtful.

An wanted to visit around. It would cost a lot to rent a house here for a month, and she wouldn't have to pay for food and water and electricity bills. Since there is no investment, there will be no loss. Even if the location is not good, it is not impossible to give it a try.

.

An Xiang stroked the brand new instrument, and an idea flashed across her face.

"Son, son, come here." An Xiang's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help waving his fingers to An Zimo who was standing at the door.

"What?" An Zimo frowned and did not move.

"Let mom smell you." She said, swallowing unconsciously.

The two wrinkles on An Zimo's eyebrows became thicker, "No."

"Don't be shy, mom, let's smell it."

An Xiang effortlessly grabbed her son, who had no ability to resist, and sniffed his neck hard.

The sudden approach instantly made An Zimo's pores open, his face full of disgust, and he pushed her hard with his little hands.

Milk, mango, and maybe a little bit of mint.

The mixture of these flavors was so wonderful that An Xiang couldn't help but take a few more sniffs, and was once again stimulated by the sweet smell and her mouth was filled with saliva.

She let go of her son, ran back to the kitchen, put on her apron, prepared all the ingredients according to taste, and started making juice.

An Xiang was not very proficient in using these instruments for the first time, and after several failed attempts, she finally made the finished product. She carefully poured the juice into the cup, added a little mint, stirred it evenly, inserted a straw and took a sip.

The rich mango fragrance blooms on the tip of the tongue, mixed with the fragrance of milk, and the clear mint is the finishing touch of this cold drink.

After trying it, Anxiang's eyes suddenly lit up, yes! This is what his son tastes like!!!

She picked up the juice and rushed to An Zimo who was sitting in a daze on the chair. She put the carefully prepared drink to his mouth and said, "Try it, it's the first time mom made it." She was so excited that the last part of her voice was trembling.

An Zimo's throat felt dry after running around with An Xiang all day long. Looking at the brightly colored juice in front of him, he unconsciously licked his dry lips, lowered his head and sipped lightly.

Gulu.

As soon as the drink entered my stomach, it was cold, refreshing and surprisingly delicious.

An Zimo held the cup and drank heavily through the straw.

Seeing him drinking happily made An Xiang feel a great sense of accomplishment.

"tasty?"

This time An Zimo nodded respectfully.

An Xiang looked proud: "It tastes good, after all, it tastes like my son."

"...???" An Zimo stopped sucking.

An Xiang didn't notice that his expression was abnormal, and he puffed up his chest and continued: "The name of this drink is son!! The price is 88!!"

"..." You are fucking stealing money!!!!

An Zimo almost vomited out everything he drank.

An Xiang is very satisfied with this milk tea shop. After trying this day, she decided not to sell milk tea but to sell fruit juice. Juice is easier to make than milk tea, and humans all over the street are her juice ingredients!

[The taste of blood is really happy.]

[Even if you can't drink human blood, with this craft, you can still remember the taste and squeeze it into juice.]

[You will never have to drool over your son again.]

An Xiang was extremely excited.

An Zimo beside her stared at her strangely the whole time.

What do you mean by frying them into juice? Do they mean humans?

Is his mother a cannibal?

An Zimo... began to panic.

An Xiang is very satisfied with the milk tea shop. As for the time to open the shop, she will have to consider it later.

In the afternoon, when she finally returned home from her day trip, the shopping mall had put the things she purchased in the express locker in advance. There were a lot of things, and An Xiang had to go back and forth three times to pick them up before she could finish them all.

In the end, there was a big box left. An Xiang carried it to An Zimo's room and put the things on the bed without paying attention.

When An Zimo came out of the bathroom, he saw an extra square box in the room.

He glanced at An Xiang who was busy in the living room, closed his eyes and closed the door, hesitantly stepped forward to unpack.

The cool red and white mecha lay quietly in the plastic box. An Zimo held the box in his hand, his eyelashes lowered, and his two white teeth slowly bit his lower lip.

His fingers holding the box couldn't help but tighten, and his calm eyes were gradually taken over by madness. Finally, unable to bear the resentment in his heart, he savagely tore open the protective layer and roughly pulled the toy out of it.

The toys in his hands kept stimulating his nerves, reminding him of all the misfortunes he had suffered.

hatred.

hatred.

So hateful.

An Zimo lost his mind and disassembled the mecha's parts in a few clicks. Finally, he smashed the mecha's head onto the floor and stomped on it one after another, completely venting his anger.

The poor toy had been severely worn under all the abuse. Just as he was about to continue, the door opened and a gentle female voice came over.

"Has Mo Mo started playing with toys?"

The ground was in a mess, with mecha parts scattered all over the ground. The most pitiful thing was the head at An Zimo's feet, which was gray and full of scratches.

He didn't raise his head or move, he stayed in place like a sculpture.

An Xiang stepped forward to put away the carton, not caring about the seriously damaged toys on the ground, and said: "When I went to buy this today, the toys had already been bought, so I had to go to other stores to buy them, so I wasted some time. Today.

I never told you, I just wanted to give you a surprise."

An Zimo is not yet four years old. He has been in the village since he was born. He is obviously an innocent age, but there is nothing fun or delicious. If someone gives him a gift, he will definitely be very happy.

Fortunately, he didn't hate it.

"Surprise?" After hearing what she said, An Zimo bent down and picked up the head on the ground, "What surprise?" His head was lowered, and his eyes covered by eyelashes were indifferent.

An Xiang couldn't see the expression on his face, and while cleaning up, she carefully explained to her son: "People will be very happy when they receive gifts when they don't know about it. This is a surprise." Unfortunately, she has never received one since she was a child.

Gifts, and no one gave her any surprises.

"I don't understand why this makes people happy." An Zimo said with a cold face, casually throwing the toys on the ground, climbed into the stroller and huddled under the quilt, firmly and airtight.

An Xiang was stunned for a moment, then put down her things and walked over, forcefully pulling the quilt aside so that the little face was completely exposed to her view.

I have to admit that An Zimo is a very delicate and beautiful child. Although his skin has become a bit rough and has a light plateau red color due to living in the mountains for a long time, this does not affect his cuteness.

However, there was never a smile on this beautiful face.

"Mo Mo, are you unhappy?" She stared at him deeply, her eyes clear, as if she wanted to see right through him.

An Zimo pursed his lips and avoided An Xiang's eyes, not wanting to have unnecessary contact with her.

"Is it because I almost threw you away when I went to buy toys today?" An Xiang held his face and asked uneasily, "Is it better to say...actually you don't like living with me."

She was given silence and a silent answer.

An Xiang was deeply discouraged, but it was expected.

After all, no son in this world is willing to accept an irresponsible mother, and he may not accept it until she dies.

Thinking of this, An Xiang's eyes quickly turned sour and red, and she sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed uncontrollably.

She cried inexplicably and without warning, which made An Zimo, who was going crazy just now, look stunned.

"why are you crying?"

An wanted to sob and wipe away her tears, but she forced herself to hold back her tears. She took his hand seriously and said, "Son, even if you are, even if you don't like me, you still have to live with me." She sniffed.

, "There's nothing we can do about it, because you're still a baby now."

After saying this, he looked regretful and sighed deeply.

"..."

"…………"

An Zimo's eyebrows twitched. Is this a fucking provocation?
Chapter completed!