When An wanted to go home, her body was covered with rain, and wetness fell down her body to the floor. She quietly looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, her hair was tangled one by one, and her eyes were red and red from crying.

His face was swollen, his cheeks were pale, and his lips were blue with cold.

Mo Mo will definitely ask more questions when he sees it.

In a daze, the phone vibrated. It was Pei Yizhou's call.

She hesitated for a few seconds, pressed off, and sent the text message——

[Mo Mo is sleeping, so it’s not convenient to pick him up.]

You don't need to think about it to know that her voice is not that nice now. Pei Yizhou is so sensitive and will definitely ask questions. She can't explain it, so it is better to hide it.

After this text message passed, Pei Yizhou quickly replied: [I just finished the meeting and wanted to tell you that there is no need to prepare my dinner. There are some problems with the overseas project and I am on my way to the airport.]

An wanted to type: [Okay, be careful on the road.]

Pei Yizhou: [I may have to leave for about a week, wait until I come back.]

An Xiang said again: [Okay.]

She put down her phone and stood in front of the door for a while. After she calmed down, she took out the key and opened the door carefully, doing so gently for fear of disturbing her son.

There was no one in the living room, and there was a noise from the bathroom. It was probably because my son was going to the bathroom.

An wanted to take this opportunity to sneak in, took out some tissue paper and frantically wiped the water stains on her face.

"Where have you been?"

An Zimo's soft, childlike voice came from behind. Sure enough, he had just woken up and hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

An Xiang's shoulders stiffened and she didn't look back. She pretended to be calm and explained: "I went to deliver juice to the guests, but the rain blocked the road, so I came back a little late."

"Oh." An Zimo looked up at her and noticed something unusual, "What's wrong with your voice?"

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had cried.

An wanted to know that her son was sharp, but she didn't know how sharp he would be. Her spine stiffened even more, and she calmed down and said, "I guess he caught a cold from the rain. It's okay."

After I finished speaking, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat, and I covered my mouth and coughed several times.

An Zimo frowned and said, "Then you go to the bathroom and wash yourself."

"Yeah." An wanted to pretend to wipe the rainwater from her eyebrows, but in fact it was to prevent him from seeing her crying eyes.

There was also a set of clothes left in the store. An wanted to take the clothes into the bathroom, turn on the shower, lowered her eyelashes and sobbed softly again.

How much she likes Brother Ze.

It was the only tenderness in her cold life, but now the tenderness broke into sharp blades, tearing her heart open. She could not talk about it, and swallowed her hatred mixed with tears into her stomach.

The warm water was flowing, and An Zimo, who was standing at the door, felt something was wrong. Since the two were more than half a meter apart, he didn't understand what was going on inside. The only thing he was sure of was that An was unhappy.

why you are not feeling happy?

An Zimo couldn't understand or figure it out, so he simply sat at the door of the bathroom and waited quietly for someone to come out, with a waiting posture like a puppy.

An wanted to cry for a long time before she calmed down, and her original sadness was healed. She applied a hot towel to her eyes, but they still looked heavy, but with her son's character, he probably wouldn't break the casserole and ask the truth.

An Xiang couldn't help but feel lucky that lack of emotion was not a completely bad thing.

She dried her hair, changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as she opened the door, a small body fell crookedly beside her legs.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang lowered his head and was very surprised.

Anzi Momaliao got up from the ground, turned up the volume and started reading minds.

[Has Mo Mo been waiting for me here?]

[Did he know something?]

The last sentence made An Zimo frown, raised his head and asked, "Is someone bullying you?"

An Xiang was startled and shook his head: "No one bullied me."

[Mo Mo is indeed a little genius...]

[He must have heard me crying.]

"Then why are you crying."

"Okay, someone is bullying me." An wanted to know that she couldn't hide it, "The person who ordered takeout is someone I hate."

Several faces suddenly appeared in front of An Zimo's eyes.

He suddenly realized it, and then looked at him with an evil look, "Then did they bully you?"

An Zimo is not one of those four-year-old kids outside who doesn't understand anything. Those men don't look good, and they are not allowed to act out of lust and do some heinous acts.

Thinking of this, An Zimo's fist hardened.

His expression was very funny, and An Xiang's bad mood was relieved.

"No, I left when I saw it was them. I won't give them a chance to bully me."

"In that case, why are you crying?"

"..."

It seems that if the results are not given today, he will not give up.

An Xiang pondered, "I happened to hear them talking bad about me."

Her inner thoughts were consistent with what she said, and An Zimo had no doubts.

He couldn't understand An Xiang's tears.

For An Zimo, any bad words are just jealousy of his outstanding personal performance. In his previous life, he was often scolded by his mother and exposed on the Internet. However, An Zimo always went in one ear and out the other, even if he saw it, he would not see it.

will have an impact on him.

Only those who do nothing, have low abilities, are weak and stupid will criticize others behind their backs. Why waste time and shed tears.

In the past, An Zimo should have ridiculed An Xiang, or ignored him.

But--

An Zimo looked at her eyes red from crying and pale face, pursed his lips, trotted to the sofa, and picked up the tablet.

An Xiang didn't know what the child was going to do, so she waited quietly for him.

He opened Baidu search——[Effective words to comfort girls.]

Search engines give answers in one second.

An Zimo browsed through it quickly, closed the tablet and returned to An Xiang.

In front of her, An Zimo spoke calmly like an emotionless robot: "The core of the market economy is the mechanism of competition. Your strength depends on your superb skills. Only by constantly updating your knowledge and improving yourself can you become the leader in life.

Strong.1"

An thought: "..."

Seeing that she had no response, An Zimo pursed his lips and continued to recite: "Life is so short, don't waste it on idle talk."

An thought: "...??"

"I don't get angry when others are angry. When I get angry, there is no one to take care of me."

An Zimo almost recited the entire page to her, but An Xiang never expressed his position. He was not discouraged and was going to search some more. Anyway, there were a lot of these things.

An Xiang finally realized what he was doing, blinked, and his voice escaped from his dry throat: "Mo Mo... are you coaxing mom?"

She remembered that her son once said that he would not coax people.

So, he went out to find these things to coax her?

An Zimo turned away awkwardly, with a cold face: "You can think so."

The living room fell into silence, An Xiang's vision gradually blurred, the tip of her nose became sore, and she couldn't help but shed tears again.

An Zimo's eyelids twitched.

As for that? Is his coaxing skills so bad? And the content is all excerpted from famous emotional experts. Damn it! Emotional experts are really unreliable! I will complain to them all later!

"Hello……"

Before An Zimo could finish speaking, he was hugged by An Xiang.

[I only have Mo Mo.]

[There is nothing to be sad about, I still have Mo Mo.]

[He is the person I care about most in my life, only Mo Mo...]

When An Zimo, who originally wanted to push An Xiang away, heard these thoughts, he slowly took his hand back, carefully placed it on her back and patted her.

This...should be considered coaxing.

An Xiang hugged him for a long time, but An Zimo changed his usual attitude and allowed her to hold him with great patience and obedience.

An wanted to let go of her son and rubbed her eyes: "I'm sorry, mommy cried to you again."

"It doesn't matter. People will secrete tears when they are sad. There is no need for you to apologize to me because of physiological factors." An Zimo was serious about popular science and was not affected at all.
To be continued...