[I have already made up my mind.]

After hearing these words, An Zimo's cold expression finally became a little unbearable.

"I don't know." he said.

Pei Yizhou frowned, obviously dissatisfied.

"I'm not lying to you, I don't know when my birthday is." An Zimo always tells the truth when he is too lazy to lie. He really doesn't know when his birthday is, but he remembers his death anniversary very clearly.

In the fourteen years of his previous life, his mother had never given him a birthday. She even forgot the day when she gave birth to him. Later, she asked someone to apply for a household registration, and the person randomly added a number. In this life, it is even less clear. He has been inexplicable since birth.

I have been stupid for three years, and even if my consciousness awakens, I am too lazy to care about external affairs.

"Or I can help you ask An Xiang, maybe she knows."

"maybe?"

An Zimo said casually: "She left me in the village after I was born. She probably didn't want to raise me." After saying this, he saw a slight shock on Pei Yizhou's face.

He did it on purpose.

He just wanted to know how this "father" would face that woman and how he would face him when he learned the truth.

Pei Yizhou remained silent.

The first thought that sprouted in my heart was heartache.

An wanted to be pregnant when she was only twenty years old, and maybe still in school. She was unable to take care of the child by herself, so it was understandable that she would leave it to others.

The second idea is to understand that no child will easily accept it again after being abandoned by his mother. It is also understandable that he can have such a soul.

The strange things come and go and it's all his fault.

Pei Yizhou felt heavy in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

An Zimo wrinkled his small nose. This man's consciousness was too high. The living Holy Father was reincarnated.

He didn't want to deal with this incomprehensible person anymore, so he asked, "Do you want me to wake An Xiang up?"

"No need." Pei Yizhou squatted for too long and his legs were a little numb. He stood up, and when his palm was about to fall on An Zimo's hair, he quickly withdrew it, "Let her sleep."

After hearing this, An Zimo didn't hold back and slammed the door hard.

Pei Yizhou stood blankly in front of the door for a few minutes, then finally turned and left.

He needs to think about it.

Think carefully about how to get to know An Xiang. It is best to find a way that does not hurt her and allows her to know his identity.

But……

When she sent the child away without hesitation, there must have been some resistance in it. Will she only reject him when she learns the truth?

**

"Mo Mo, did someone come just now?" An Xiang just woke up, her voice was unclear.

"No."

"Oh." An didn't doubt it, and walked back to the room sleepily to sleep for a while. When her eyes glanced at the mobile phone on the table, she remembered that someone seemed to have sent her a message before going to bed.

She picked up her phone and unlocked it. The last message came from Pei Yizhou.

An Xiang thought for a few seconds and replied: [Hello, Mr. Pei.]

[Pei Yizhou: Are you awake?]

[An Xiang: Wake up.]

It wasn't until she finished replying that she realized something was wrong.

How did Pei Yizhou know that she was asleep? Could it be...

An Xiang's pupils shrank and he quickly ran to An Zimo's room.

She pushed the door open with force and shouted urgently: "An Zimo, is that Mr. Pei who came just now?!"

An Zimo lay on the bed, flipping through the Little People book, and sighed.

She didn't care so much, stepped forward and took the book away, pulled An Zimo up and asked, "You didn't talk nonsense to him, did you!!"

An Zimo broke away from her hand and smiled mischievously: "I just want to help you ask him if he has a girlfriend."

"You..." An Xiang's eyes widened, "Why are you so bad!"

"Short of it." An Zimo stuck out his tongue provocatively, fearing that his butt would be hurt, he quickly ran to the toilet and locked the door firmly.

An Zimo stroked his chin and thought.

In fact, it's not a bad thing to think about making An want to find a partner.

As long as she gets married, she won't have so much energy to take care of him. These so-called parents don't get along well with him. As long as he strives to be more arrogant and vicious, it's completely logical for them to throw him back to his hometown to have a second child like before.

By then there is no need to run away.

There are two paths before An Zimo now.

One is to rely on Pei Chen to earn money to run away from home; the other is to bring An Xiang and Pei Yizhou together to have a second child.

An Zimo decided to take a two-pronged approach. If one fails, there will be two!

Thinking like this, An Zimo couldn't help but touch his round head and admired himself sincerely. He was worthy of having an IQ of 180. He was very smart.

What's wrong with someone with a brain like his? Why do you have to be someone's son?

"An Zimo, come out here! I'm going to teach you a lesson this time!!"

An couldn't help but bang on the door and roar.

He opened the door calmly, his calm expression in stark contrast to the furious An Xiang.

"you……"

"Mom." An Zimo called her calmly.

An Xiang was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his raised hand.

She couldn't help but slow down her breathing and savor her son's rare "mama" call.

"What, what's the matter?" An Xiang's big eyes were moist and beautiful, her tone was soft, silly and cute.

Gee, that’s so coaxing.

He said quietly: "The brochure says that there will be a dance party in the garden swimming pool in the evening."

"Seems to be……"

An wanted to scratch her face.

But what does this have to do with her? She can't dance, she doesn't know how to live, and she doesn't like to attend gatherings with so many people, not to mention she has a child who can't leave at all.

"I wanna go."

"Huh?" An Xiang was dumbfounded, "You...you want to go?"

"Yeah." An Zimo nodded, "How about you go with me."

"No." An Xiang refused decisively.

She is not stupid.

The son who was so fierce one second that he wanted her to die changed his face and called him "Mom" the next second, and wanted to go to the dance for no reason. I could tell with my toes that there was something evil going on.

Besides, there was a mixed crowd at the dance, and she couldn't bear the trouble.

After thinking about it like this, An Xiang sobered up. He immediately stepped out of the sugar-coated bullets he gave him and tapped his forehead hard: "An Zimo, I don't believe you now."

An Zimo curled his lips.

"Although you have expressed your modesty to Mr. Pei, you haven't apologized to me yet." An Xiang will never forget the look in her son's eyes today. It is true that she loves him and takes care of him, and she is serious about not forgiving him.

"Unless you give me a reasonable reason, you won't be able to leave this door for the next few days."

An Zimo turned away and muttered: "...That's tens of thousands a day."

"You can't go out even if you have hundreds of thousands of dollars!" An Xiang put his hands in his pockets, "I have changed. From now on I will be the devil's mother. If you behave disobediently or hurt others, I will definitely not let you go. Today's butt is just

A start, understand?”

She is eloquent and speaks forcefully.

An Zimo couldn't help but touch his butt. Although his flesh still didn't feel any pain, the area must have been swollen. He could clearly feel the ridges from the slap.

A vicious woman.

The more An Zimo thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He gritted his teeth and once again strengthened his determination to leave.

"Does your butt still hurt?"

She had just finished that long and fierce speech, and immediately started to carefully care about the condition of his buttocks.

An Zimo came back to his senses, blinked blankly, and then frowned and said, "It's not you who hit me. Isn't the pain like you wanted it to be? Why are you asking me?" Or he was afraid that he wouldn't feel pain and wanted to slap him two more times.

.

Fine.

Hit him as often as he wants, and men should endure the humiliation and bear the burden.

What's more, he has long been used to being beaten and doesn't feel any pain. A few slaps are as normal as eating and drinking.

An Zimo took off his pants, turned his back, and raised his buttocks: "I request that the confinement be changed to corporal punishment. You watch the beating and tell when it's enough." After a pause, "Remember to take me with you after it's over.

prom."
Chapter completed!