I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The bed is big, which highlights that the whole person is very small.

Her slender body was wrapped under a dark blanket, and her thick jet-black hair was scattered on the pillow, making that face look paler and bloodless.

Pei Yizhou stared at her, feeling uncontrollably, and carefully removed the strands of hair covering her cheeks.

An wants to be drowsy, her mind is not very clear.

Until she felt someone fiddle with her hair, she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing her waking up, Pei Yizhou retracted his hand in a haste.

"Mr. Pei is still there?" An Xiang's nasal voice was very heavy, and his voice sounded horrible.

"are you hungry?"

Ann wanted to shake his head.

She has no appetite, her chest hurts, her bronchus seems to be stuck in something, she can't help coughing. My voice is much better, so I don't feel uncomfortable when I speak.

Looking at the needle on the back of his hand, An wanted to let out a long sigh of relief, "Mr. Pei, I'm fine, you can be busy with you."

"Well, you sleep."

An Xiang was indeed sleepy, since he didn't leave and didn't force it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

The liquid ticked ticked into her body along the tube, Pei Yizhou slowly held An Xiang's hand, very cold. He frowned, got up to find the warm baby cushion underneath, and held the hand tightly.

An Xiang's palm was too small and soft, and his fingers were boneless and soft as dough. Pei Yizhou grasped it tightly and didn't want to loosen it.

In the past, he never understood what it was like to like someone. When other rich children were busy talking about love, Pei Yizhou put all his energy into work. After meeting An Xiang, he found that work is not becoming more important, more I want to meet her, even if I listen to her voice.

Want to see her smile, listen to her talk, as long as he is by his side, that is happy.

Pei Yizhou's eyelashes were drooping, his body approached, and a soft kiss was carefully dotted on An Xiang's forehead.

After the first bag of liquid was infused, Pei Yizhou put on a new medicine. Hearing a knock on the door, his eyes quickly flashed dissatisfaction, but he went out anyway.

Outside the door, Pei Jinglin looked cramped.

An air-conditioning was brewing in Pei Yizhou's eyes.

"Well, Ann... How's Ann thinking? Dad just wants to create more opportunities for you, nothing else."

"Oh, thank you very much, she is sick and has a high fever."

Pei Yizhou is neither stunned nor angry, but he feels oppressive.

Pei Jinglin shrank his head, his conscience was extremely guilty.

"So you came back secretly behind my mother?"

Pei Jinglin nodded lightly.

"I will return to France after the banquet. I have already booked the air tickets for you." Pei Yizhou was disgusting both in and out of words, and had no feelings for his father in it.

He knew that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to go in and take a look any more, and he shrank his head and left Pei's house.

Watching Pei Jinglin's back left, Pei Yizhou closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead, just about to enter, and a line of sight approached. Pei stopped with a step, turned his head to meet An Zimo's deep eyebrows.

"My mom is sick?"

Pei Yizhou was silent for a few seconds without denying: "The doctor said that the tonsils were inflamed, which is probably the root cause of the disease."

Hearing this, An Zimo immediately remembered when he was hospitalized and wanted to take care of him endlessly.

To say that the mood is not complicated, it is fake, the little guy bit his lip, walked around Pei Yizhou and entered the house.

Ann wanted to sleep lightly on his side, with a quiet expression.

He stared at her blankly for a while, kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, leaning against An Xiang.

"You will disturb your mother like this."

"No." An Zimo said, "The two are warm next to each other."

"..."

An Zimo looked at him provocatively: "The doctor said that you can get rid of a cold and sweat." As he said, he put his arm around An Xiang directly, and his cheek was pasted on her back.

Pei Yizhou: "..."

Someone said it was quite sour, if he is also the husband that Mingzhong is marrying, in which round will he get this bastard?

However, he is soon the husband that Ming Media is marrying! Thinking of the upcoming banquet, Pei Yizhou instantly stretched his eyebrows, and no longer cared about An Zimo's trivial provocation.

An Zimo's local method is somewhat useful. An Xiang will soon go away from the high fever. Except for a bit of discomfort in the chest, everything is back to normal.

The banquet began in a blink of an eye, and An thought was pulled up to prepare at five o'clock.

First, massage the SPA, followed by the hairdressing and hairdressing, and this is how it goes all morning. She was so dizzy by the group of people that she had no appetite to eat at noon. Pei Yizhou was afraid that her body would not be able to eat it, so she ordered the kitchen to prepare a light porridge.

After a simple lunch, it's styling time.

The dress that the stylist brought was from a French designer. Apart from the price, he seldom designed the work himself. One can imagine how big a sensation Ann would be when she wanted to appear in the venue wearing a dress.

In addition to the dress, there were blood and tears next to him, and An Xiang recognized at a glance that this was something that Pei Yizhou spent 100 million shots last time. Thinking of this thing about to hang around her neck, An Xiang felt that her head began to appreciate.

"Well, Mrs. Ann can get up."

"Madam Ann?" Ann wanted to brow straight.

The stylist smiled at each other, "You are Mr. Pei's wife. It would not be nice to call Miss."

"..." There is indeed such a relationship now.

The stylist puts on the jewelry carefully and looks in the mirror with amazing eyes.

The dress made by the designer himself is full of small details. The red dress is gradually shining, not showing the old, but revealing the charm in her bones. The waist is closed and the shoulders are off. The skirt length reaches the ankles, making the waist and legs long, and the shoulder lines are not so delicate and beautiful.

The tears of blood and eyes on her neck were somewhat heavy, and the blood beads in the rubies swayed slightly in the sun.

The stylist swallowed at An Xiang's beautiful collarbone, and suddenly felt that the **** tears were not as good as Madam An's collarbone...

They moved their eyes carefully to her face again.

An Xiang's makeup today is also very exquisite, magnificent, exquisite, and her facial features are lined up more charmingly. The long hair that is set up allows her to get rid of the previous girly feeling, and she is also like everyone when she is not smiling.

——In short, it looks good!

Knock knock knock.

"It's probably Mr. Pei." The styling assistant said and opened the door.

Ann wanted to look around.

Pei Yizhou is dressed in a well-cut black suit, wide shoulders, narrow waist, strong long legs, clear features and abstinence. There was a redness in the bottom of his eyes, the Adam's apple under the bow tie was moving up and down, and the eyes staring at her suddenly became red.

The air faintly became anxious, and the stylists looked at each other, leaving the space for two people.

An Xiang was still a little nervous, didn't dare to grab the corner of his skirt, just stood still and looked at him.

Da da da.

The footsteps are approaching.

Pei Yizhou sprayed perfume on his body, not strong, as light and cold as his temperament.

"I will wear shoes for you."

"Hey?" An thought for a moment, and quickly recovered, "No, I myself..."

While speaking, Pei Yizhou has taken her to the sofa, half-kneeling, and the posture is like a knight.

He lowered his eyebrows and grabbed An Xiang's foot.

An Xiang's feet are also small, her arches are beautifully curved, and her five fingers are round as jade. She is now being supported by those big hands.

She could feel the hotness of the man's palm, burning to the tip of her heart. An Xiang's heartbeat speeds up, she can't help but curls up her toes, her neck is pink, and she rushes directly to the base of her ears.

Pei Yizhou seemed to be unaware of her shyness, and his expression naturally covered the high heels, followed by the other one, and his movements were as elegant as ever.

"Alright." Pei Yizhou put her feet down and raised her head, "Are you hungry?"

When facing An Xiang, his expression was loose, gentle and not aggressive.

Ann wanted to rub her flat belly and shook her head.

Then he asked: "Are you hungry?"

He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat.

Pei Yizhou's scorching gaze stayed on her slender and white neck, and the scent of peaches lingered on the tip of her nose, constantly bewildering her mind and increasing her desires.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, the pain returned his sanity, and his brows returned to their original indifferent self-control.

"Not hungry."

Ann wanted to fall silent, but didn't know what to say.

She always feels that her identity is still a bit embarrassing. Today's banquet was organized solely to give the child a name. As for her and Pei Yizhou... Except for that night, they weren't too close.

Friends? It doesn't count.

lover? Nor should it.

A weirdness and discomfort suddenly rose from the bottom of An Xiang's heart.

"Mr. Pei, you can actually recognize Mo Mo directly."

Pei Yizhou's eyelashes trembled lightly and took out a beautiful velvet box from his pocket. He opened the box with a ring inside.

"But I'd rather think about it." The man's dangling eyelashes were long and curled, his lips were closed, and the words he confided were deep and clear.

"...???"

Ann wanted to be stunned.

Pei Yizhou looked as usual, grabbed her hand, sincerely, and gently put the ring on her ring finger.

"See you later." Pei Yizhou gently rubbed the ring, got up and left.

In the empty room, An Xiang's heart beats like a drum.

The only thing left in my head is the phrase "recognize thinking about it".

What does Pei Yizhou mean?

Pursue her?

wrong.

An Xiang stared at the ring blankly.

She, she seemed to get married directly! ! ! ! !

I wanted to caress the beating heart, and my head started to dizzy again, probably because of the increase in body temperature caused by excessive surprise.

She turned her head, the woman in the mirror was shocked, her face flushed.

An wants to be stunned, she just... has been blushing at Pei Yizhou like this?

The banquet is about to begin in an hour, and there are already vehicles gathering outside the door.

Pei Yizhou was afraid that she would be nervous, so he let An Zimo come in to accompany her. The little guy is dressed in a tuxedo and his hair has been specially groomed. Sitting quietly on the sofa is more like a noble little prince.

But the noble little prince didn't want to think about it at all, leaning crookedly on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand, looking for new products suitable for development.

"Mo Mo, do you think Mr. Pei likes me?"

Ann didn't even think about it, so she had to make a heart-to-heart with her son at this moment. She looked distressed, obviously still immersed in the previous state and did not come out.

An Zimo raised his eyes and hung down: "He was surprised at the sight."

"...?"

"Old color critics." An Zimo cursed lowly, in a bad mood, and kicked the low table below with his toes neither lightly nor heavy.

There was less than half an hour left before the banquet began, and the guests visited one after another.

An wanted to take a deep breath, temporarily letting go of those random emotions, got up and walked to An Zimo, "Momo wants to go out with her mother?"

As soon as An Zimo was about to hold her, the assistant came in, "Mrs. An will show her face with her husband later, let us take care of the young master first."

Ann thought, and slowly retracted her hand.

Looking at the back of An wanting to leave, An Zimo, who was sitting alone on the sofa, looked dark and unhappy.

He felt... his mother's attention would be taken away from now on.

Waiting for her to let Pei Yizhou pass the door and give birth to a lovely second child, will she just... stop treating him as a baby?

This sudden rise of thought made An Zimo, who was already insecure, feel uncomfortable, anxious, and even more panicked for no reason.