An Zimo wanted to leave this psychopath quickly, but it was so easy to leave completely.

First of all, he is still a child. Secondly, making money requires documents and bank cards. Of course, if you have a computer and some funds, it is not impossible to get the documents. So the first step now is to make money. To make money, you need documents...

Falling into an infinite loop.

An Zimo suddenly felt that the future was bleak, sighed sadly, closed his eyes and decided to think about this later.

**

The next day.

An Xiang, a milk tea shop that didn't sell milk tea, officially opened for business. She couldn't let her son stay home alone, so she took him to the shop together.

It was the first day of opening, and the location was remote. There were no customers in a store that had not been promoted. In the empty milk tea shop, An Xiang sat in front of the counter with a paintbrush in hand, drawing business cards one by one. Each business card had a different color.

A vivid Q version of the little man.

In fact, she is not as unbearable as her mother said.

During the countless days and nights of being imprisoned, An thought he would learn some small pleasures on his own to survive the boredom. That was when he learned painting. He had no foundation and was certainly not a professional, but his paintings were not too bad. There are also some on the Internet.

People praise her for her cuteness, and she gradually receives business manuscripts.

After drawing dozens of pictures, An Xiang began to feel tired. He put down his pen and straightened his waist. He shook his sore wrist back and forth and looked at An Zimo.

He is watching TV, the financial channel.

An wanted to be silent for a while, and suddenly thought about whether it would be too boring for her son to stay here with her every day. When the milk tea shop gradually starts to open up, it will probably become busy, and then she won't be able to worry about her son all the time.

So...should I send my son to kindergarten?

An wanted to have such an idea, but she was afraid that her son, who had a dull expression and a stupid brain, would be bullied.

The stupid mother was worried for a long time, then sat on the sofa with the banknotes and said, "Son."

An Zimo glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, quite coldly.

"Do you want mom to teach you how to read?" She took the pen and neatly wrote the word "An" on the piece of paper. "Look, this is the character An, which is our last name."

"Zi is very simple, but ink is a little complicated. The ink is written like this..." An Xiang just wrote the word "black", and then suddenly got stuck, and the pen tip was stuck on it for a long time without writing the remaining radicals.

"Tsk." An Zimo crossed his arms over his chest and sneered in a dignified manner.

An Xiang's face instantly turned red, "I, I can do it!" He straightened his neck as he spoke, "I just often forget when I don't write, but actually I can!!"

She really knows how to do it, but her son's eyes clearly don't believe it.

While talking, the doorbell rang.

An wanted to look over. Could it be that there were guests?!!

Thinking of this, An wanted to jump up from the sofa and quickly opened the door.

"Hello, welcome!"

Standing outside the door were two boys of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing school uniforms. The leader was very tall, about 1.8 meters tall. The boy was also good-looking, with fair skin, delicate facial features, and eyes with a youthful look unique to his age.

He was holding his schoolbag strap with one hand, as if stunned, staring at An Xiang unblinkingly.

"Hello, we would like to ask about the cute cat..."

Before the boy next to him finished speaking, he was pushed behind him with one hand. The young man took two steps forward and stared down at An Xiang's face, with a strange blush on his ears.

"Here, do they sell milk tea here?"

An Xiang shook his head honestly: "We don't sell milk tea."

"But it says on your door..."

"Milk tea is too troublesome. I'll sell juice instead." An Xiang pointed to her feet, "Turn left when you exit this apartment. There is a milk tea seller there."

"Hey, Pei Chen, we agreed to go to the cat cafe..."

The companion began to urge him again. The young man named Pei Chen frowned and his expression became impatient. He turned around and glared fiercely: "Mao, you're such a badass." After he finished slandering his companion, he looked at An Xiang. He changed his irritable attitude and became gentle.

Then he asked shyly, "Then, why are you selling it like this?"

An Xiang thought this child was too strange, so she was stunned for a moment and said, "Juice."

"Okay, then we want juice." He walked around An and walked into the house, "Do you need to change your shoes?"

"No, no, just come here and order."

An wanted to run into the bar in a hurry. Due to the sudden opening, many things were not prepared. She also made a temporary menu using hard cards, with only two dishes on it——

Son: The price is 18.

Purified water: price 2.

Pei Chen glanced at the menu and said without changing his expression, "Bring me a glass of son, less sugar and more ice." Then he looked to his side, "Yin Dongyu, what do you want?"

Yin Dongyu had a troubled expression on his face, as if he was constipated, but he finally said weakly: "...I want to go to the cat cafe."

"Cat, your mother." Pei Chen scolded, slapped him on the back of the head, and said to An, "Give him a glass of son too."

Although these two boys are strange, they are lucky to get business.

An wanted the two of them to sit down and concentrate on squeezing the juice.

They put down their schoolbags, Pei Chen stretched out one of his long legs casually, propped his elbows on the table, and his eyes drifted to An Xiang from time to time.

The busy girl at the bar can definitely be described as beautiful.

The leisurely and gentle sunshine danced on her soft hair. Her skin was white and beautiful, her eyebrows were peaceful, and she was just right pure and cute.

What's more important is that she smells so good.

When Pei Chen first walked in, he was attracted by the smell. It was not the smell of tacky perfume, but the sweetness emanating from the blood.

Gan!

The fangs are about to be exposed.

Pei Chen turned his gaze away anxiously, covered his mouth tightly, and whispered an order: "Take it back...retract it..."

"Pei Chen, what are you doing?"

"Why not." Pei Chen coughed lightly and put down his hand, looking around at the surroundings casually, and then noticed An Zimo sitting not far away.

The little guy sat upright, staring at the TV like a puppet, motionless.

Pei Chen focused on his face again. His thick eyebrows and big eyes were very cute, but...

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Pei Chen looked away and unconsciously covered his chest, feeling a little suffocated.

Yin Dongyu suddenly realized: "Your breasts hurt?"

"Get out of here, you're the one with sore breasts!"

Across the round table, the two of them were noisy together.

"Hello, please use the two glasses of wine you ordered." An wanted to put the prepared juice in front of the two of them, and was about to leave with the dinner plate when she was suddenly stopped by Pei Chen.

"Is this store new?"

An Xiang nodded: "We just opened today, and you are my first customers." She originally thought that no one would visit in the next month, but she didn't expect to receive orders so quickly.

Thinking of this, a smile couldn't help but appear on my face.

She had a sweet smile and a small dimple. Pei Chen almost fainted, and his ears were even redder than when he first came in.

"Then please take it easy and call me if you need it." An wanted to return to the bar and start clearing the table.

Pei Chen took a sip of the juice and said in a daze: "She is making secret glances at me. Is she interested in me?"

Before Yin Dongyu could answer, he heard a small, unclear taunt: "Silly Que."

Pei Chen listened carefully to make sure he heard correctly.

It was the kid who was scolding him!

Just when he was about to have an attack, he met An Zimo's calm and gloomy eyes, which were merged with someone in his mind. His soles suddenly felt cold, and he slowly retracted his neck, lowered his head and slowly sipped the juice.

"Yin Dongyu, why don't you drink?"

Yin Dongyu took out his homework and started to answer the questions. He said without raising his head: "I can't drink my son."

The name of the juice is too weird, but no normal person would want to drink it.

Pei Chen curled his lips and had an idea while looking at the homework notebook on the table.

He put the juice aside, opened his schoolbag and took out an unwritten exercise book, his eyes following An Xiang's figure.

The young man had all his plans written on his face. An Zimo switched screens boredly and said in a voice that only three people could hear: "Don't think about it, she doesn't know how."

"What?"

An Zimo leaned leisurely on the soft sofa quilt, his two dangling calves swaying from side to side, and said in a slow voice: "She can't do high numbers."

Pei Chen: "..." He died before leaving the army.

Pei Chen still didn't give up and took out another Chinese language paper.
To be continued...