An Xiang calmed down quickly after crying, wiped away her tears casually, stared straight at An Zimo with a pair of red and swollen eyes, her tone was stronger than ever before: "You and I... and I went to Mr. Pei to apologize.

"

An Zimo recovered from his shock, twisted his face, and said as stubbornly as ever, "I won't go."

"An Zimo." An Xiang forced his face to look at her, "I will not allow you to grow into an rude and vicious child. If you don't apologize to me, then I will

Take you to the hall outside and spank you."

"you dare?!"

An Xiang was even more arrogant than him: "Do you think I dare?"

An Zimo would never accept threats, but now facing those magnanimous eyes, he couldn't help but retreat in his heart.

If she dared to spank him today, she would spank him in front of outsiders.

After all, she had never beaten him in front of outsiders before...

An Zimo's heart felt cold.

He didn't understand what he had done wrong. It was obviously the strange man who was nosy first; he was the one who was aggressive first, and all his actions at that time were based on emotion and reason.

If shouting is wrong, then anyone who sells vegetables on the street should apologize to him.

"I'll give you a few seconds at the end, do you want to go?"

An Zimo made a sound, grinded his little teeth hard, and finally reluctantly accepted, "Just go, I'll change clothes." He said, "You can't let people change clothes, right?"

They are all wearing swimsuits now, and they really can't meet guests like this.

An wanted to let go of An Zimo, so he went back to the house and put on clean clothes, blowing his hair until it was half dry, and then dragged An Zimo to Building 17 where Pei Yizhou lived.

Buildings 1 to 20 are all high-end VIP areas. An Xiang was stopped as soon as he passed by.

"Sorry, please show me your VIP card."

An wanted to look inside: "I'm looking for Mr. Pei Yizhou. Is he in there now?"

"Mr. Pei has gone to the racecourse. If you want to find him, you can rent a car and go there."

The manor is large and the horse farm is too far from the residence. To ensure the convenience of tourists, environmentally friendly and quiet convertibles are set up everywhere inside.

An Zimo said with a straight face, "We don't have to go there." As soon as he finished speaking, An Xiang got a knife in the eye.

He kept silent, his hatred for his mother getting even stronger.

An wanted to say thank you, rent a car casually, and get in with An Zimo in his arms.

The car is very comfortable to sit on.

As he was swaying, the resentment in An Zimo's heart reached its peak. Thinking back to the man's overly outstanding face and expensive outfit, he suddenly realized something, and his face was astonished.

"You didn't ask me to go over and apologize at all." An Zimo held his chin with one hand, his childlike voice sarcastic and mean, "You just want to take this opportunity to get close to that man, right?"

An Xiang pursed her lips, her expression colder than before.

"You see, he is rich, so he uses me as a cover so that the opportunity he finally seizes should not be wasted."

An Zimo guarantees that the vast majority of people in this world are greedy for vanity.

In this life, An Xiang can no longer regard him as a tool to make money. In this case, he has to find another cash machine. Think carefully about that person and it is the best choice.

An Xiang's silent expression was the best answer.

He felt that he had been tricked, so he snickered and turned up the volume of the mind-reading device to the highest level, hoping to hear the panic and embarrassment in her heart for the first time, and use it to ridicule her again.

But--

[Why can my son think of this level? I am indeed a fool. I didn’t think of what he could think of.]

[Could my son actually be a genius?]

[Does a three-year-old child say something like this?]

An Xiang looked at An Zimo and his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of inquiry.

A chill ran down his back, and he slowly turned his little head away.

[Forget it, I guess I just watched too many TV series.]

[I really need to teach him a lesson.]

"Momo, mom doesn't want others to hate you."

An Zimo frowned: "Whether others dislike me or not has nothing to do with me."

"I don't want others to think of you as disrespectful when they mention you." An wanted to touch his head, "You are obviously...very well-behaved."

Mo Mo is very well-behaved.

She knew that he might not like coffins, but she still slept with her; he was afraid of bothering her, so he took a bath by himself at a young age; staying with him in the store every day should be boring, but he never made a noise to go out to play.

.

Even when she goes out to deliver food, Mo Mo will be obedient and stay alone.

He didn't dare to ask for random toys; he didn't dare to hold her and act like a baby. He didn't have any of the problems other children had.

Mo Mo is not a bad boy, An wants to know, but...

"It doesn't matter to me how you treat me, because I am your mother. Even if you go too far, I will not really hate you, no matter you." The tip of An Xiang's nose turned red, and her voice was choked again, "

But you can't just spread your grievances on others casually, and others don't owe you anything. Not even Pei Nuo or Mr. Pei, they don't owe you, so why do you treat others so vulgarly?"

Faced with the questioning, An Zimo clenched his fists and remained silent.

An Xiang felt a sigh of relief in his chest.

Just now, she suddenly understood the meaning of the word "mother".

Whether An Zimo hates her, scolds her, or wants to kill her, these are all his personal choices; and as a mother, she must bear the responsibility for the wrong things her children have done.

An Xiang thought that as long as she pampered him and treated him well, he would be able to open up and accept her.

But she was wrong.

Blindly doting on him will only make him more arrogant and arrogant. He may even become a naughty kid shown on TV every day. When he grows up, he will directly make the headlines in society.

You can never let your son become like that!

An Xiang has already made up her mind. She will no longer please him or coddle him. Since she is a mother, she must educate when she needs education, and she will not show mercy when she needs beating. She wants to become a mother and a strict teacher; as for An Zi

How Mo evaluates her is his own business.

As long as he lives an aboveboard and open life in the future, that will be the best reward for her.

As for whether he dislikes her or not...she doesn't care anymore.

From today on, from now on, she is no longer a good mother!

She is going to evolve into a devil mother!! The super fierce one!

Thinking like this, An Xiang looked at his son fiercely again.

"..."

An Xiang's thoughts poured into his ears word for word.

He was speechless and inexplicably angry.

Hit him hard, scold him. If he admits defeat, he will kneel down and call mom.

"Guest, the racecourse has arrived."

An wanted to pull An Zimo out of the car, but was stopped again when he was about to enter.

"Sorry, area A has been reserved, you can't go in."

An Xiang was rejected twice in a row, and An Zimo next to him laughed out loud without shame.

"I'm looking for Mr. Pei Yizhou. Can you help me ask him if it's convenient to meet him now?"

The waiter looked embarrassed, but finally nodded, got up and walked into the racecourse. Liu An wanted to wait patiently at the door.

He came back quickly, opened the door, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Come with me."

The horse farm at Greenfield Villa is very wide, with endless green grass as far as the eye can see.

Several strong horses were running freely on the plains, their manes flying in the wind.

She followed the waiter to the rest area. As soon as she came there, a reddish-brown horse ran straight to the guardrail.

This is a pure Orlov racing horse, with beautiful shape and strong body, and its hair is beautifully darkened by direct sunlight.

Orlov horses are famous for being docile and lively. Through the iron mesh guardrail, they leaned close and lowered their necks, eager to receive An Xiang's touch.

"Looking for me?" The man's voice was low, and An Xiang immediately focused his attention on Pei Yizhou.

The man on the horse is wearing a tailored black racing suit, holding the reins tightly with both hands, his spine straight, his eyebrows lowered, and his figure under the backlight looks like a medieval nobleman, noble and distant.

"Wait for me, I'll be out right away." Pei Yizhou handed the horse to the breeder, took off his hood and walked towards her.

"No, Pei Yizhou, you just ran away?"

There were waves of provocations coming from the distance.

The voice sounded very much like someone An wanted to be familiar with, but the distance was too far and the sun was blinding, so he could never see clearly who the other person was.

An Xiang didn't explore further and looked away again.

"Let's go over there." Pei Yizhou glanced at An Zimo who was held in her arms, and received a contemptuous and disdainful look from him.

"..." The brat is so unlovable and rude.

There's no way his genes are that bad.

Pei Yizhou's thoughts were complicated, and Shen Shen walked beside her, shielding him from all kinds of eyes in the racecourse.

The two of them left the racing area and came to the open-air resting ground.

Pei Yizhou pulled out the chair in a gentlemanly manner, moved it to the side and stretched out his hand slightly: "Sit."

"No, I came to you just to apologize to you." An Xiang put down An Zimo and pushed him towards Pei Yizhou, "Go."

An Zimo put his hands in his pockets and stood as straight as a pine tree.

He raised his little head high, showing no fear of Pei Yizhou's cold aura. Instead, he raised two eyebrows at him in a provocative manner.

Pei Yizhou was silent.

His favorable impression of An Zimo is negative.

"An Zimo, hurry up."

An Xiang urged from behind.

An Zimo rolled his eyes, his teeth itching with hatred.

"An Zimo, I don't want to threaten you a second time."

cut.

He put his hands behind his back, turned his face away, slowly swallowed, and said three words perfunctorily from his mouth: "...I'm sorry." He couldn't hear it clearly, like a mosquito buzzing.

An Xiang's face darkened, "Correct your attitude and speak politely."

grass.

Are you annoyed!!

"I'm sorry!" He closed his eyes and shouted these three words without emotion.

An Xiang was reluctant to give up: "What's the title?"

call?

An Zimo was stunned for a long time, puffed his cheeks at Pei Yizhou, lowered his head reluctantly and shouted:

"Sir, uncle."

???

Pei Yizhou, who was suddenly called uncle, frowned and felt a little complicated.

An Xiang took a breath, her face turned red, she grabbed her son's face fiercely, gritted her teeth and corrected: "It's uncle!"

An Zimo put on a frustrated face: "Is there any essential difference between the two?"

Of course!

The uncle turned a good boss into a rural coal mining cadre, and instantly aged thirty years.

An Xiang was completely speechless with her son and decided to teach him about titles when she went back today.

In any case, it is progress for my son to be able to apologize to others.

She pulled An Zimo over, raised her head and smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, Mo Mo yelled at you before, I have already educated him, don't worry."

educate?

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes and looked at An Zimo. This child didn't look like he could be educated.

"I am also very grateful to you for saving me today. I will definitely thank you personally someday."

"Don't wait for another day, I think it's right now." As soon as An Xiang finished speaking, An Zimo took over. He hummed softly and said to Pei Yizhou mockingly, "You must agree to her thank you.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for using this guise."

Pretense?

What pretense?

Pei Yizhou looked at An Xiang, with inquiry in his eyes.

An Xiang's expression changed drastically, he blocked An Zimo's open mouth and lowered his voice to warn: "An Zimo, don't talk nonsense!"

"I didn't say anything nonsense. How can anyone go all the way to find someone to apologize? All these are excuses. Why do you call me uncle and uncle? I think you just like him and want me to recognize him as..."

All the next sounds were blocked by An Xiang.

An Xiang was afraid that her son would say something outrageous again, so she hurriedly pulled him away.

Looking at the entangled mother and son not far away, Pei Yizhou raised his eyebrows, his expression suddenly clear, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable joy.

in this case.

An Xiang was not completely indifferent to him.

Maybe she wanted to die because of that rescue...

no.

An upright man cannot have such dirty thoughts.

Pei Yizhou regained his composure, and when he looked at An Zimo again, his expression softened a bit.

——The little brat is quite pleasing to the eye if you look closely.
Chapter completed!