I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

He disdains dealing with people, his eyes are full of sharpness.

If others will definitely be bluffed by Pei Yizhou, but An Yanze is not an ordinary person, he smiles lightly, his eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses are slightly bent, there is no smile in his pupils, cold and indifferent.

"Sorry President Pei, I don't know what you are talking about."

An Yanze glanced at the documents on the desk, "Although I don’t understand how you know about Anxiang, I have to clarify that my sister is indeed dead. At the beginning, she was still hanging, and my uncle did not want to raise a living dead. So I wanted to bury her directly. Anyway, An wanted to say it was my sister. I couldn't do it cold-blooded, so I could only find an anonymous female corpse to replace it. But it's a pity that I didn't support it for long..."

He hesitated to speak, then sighed softly.

"I have something else, it is inconvenient to stay with Pei Dong." An Yanze got up and made a please gesture.

Pei Yizhou did not expect to ask anything today, did not linger, and left with his son.

After the car drove a certain distance, he asked, "How is it, what do you hear?"

An Zimo frowned and shook his head, "No, nothing." This is a very strange thing. If people have different opinions, even if they pretend to look good on the surface, they will betray their true thoughts in their hearts, but An Zimo eavesdropped on it. I haven't heard a reason for a long time.

He was a little bit decadent, and the hope that had been born out of him suddenly died.

Pei Yizhou saw An Zimo's loss and touched his head: "An Yanze's city palace is very deep, and he didn't have any thoughts that happened to indicate that he had an idea. I will continue to send people to stare at him during this time."

An Zimo was very surprised: "Are you looking for someone to follow him?"

"Yeah. I suspect that your mother was hidden by him."

An Zimo gasped in shock.

**

at this time.

There was a noise from a house in the suburbs of City A.

The man's hurried footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. He walked in a hurry, but his figure was not messy, but the urgency between his eyes and eyes betrayed his patience.

"woke up?"

"Yes."

"how is the situation?"

"Nothing happens."

The man and the blood servant asked and answered, and there was no more communication.

The corridor has come to an end, and there is a door in the eye. This door has been closed all the year round, and now a small slit has been opened.

An Yanze took a deep breath, his steps were slow and heavy.

He raised his hand to loosen his tie, and slowly opened the door with his skeletal palm.

The moonlight pours and meets the wall lamp, and the girl sits at the junction of light and shadow.

She was so thin that she made the suspender skirt look wide, and her exposed limbs were pale and slender, without blood, and she felt that she could break off with a light twist.

An Yanze tightened his heart, adjusted his breathing with his fists, and walked slowly over to the bed.

An Xiang, who had just come out of a coma, was sluggish, and it took him a long time before he turned his head and looked at him stiffly. Her eyes were hollow, and it took a long time to find the focus.

An Xiang's hair is already very long, fluffy and waist-length, with a petite face wrapped in hair. This face is at least 70% similar to the human body, because it is not angry because of bedridden all the time. Because she has the special physique of the blood family, and An Yanze regularly provides nutrition to An Xiang, her limbs have not shrunk, and she looks no different from the original except for being thinner.

An Yanze knew that An Xiang's thinking hadn't been fully awake. He got up and grabbed the human servant in the horrified eyes of the opponent, and his five fingers went straight through the servant's heart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The servant screamed in pain, struggling.

An Yanze suffered double pain when he took the lives of others. He was silent, his arm was pulled hard, and a golden ball of light was held tightly in his palm. When An Yanze's hand broke away from the servant's heart, the position of his chest was intact.

The servant stunned, slumped and dare not say a word.

That little ball of light is the ten-year life span of a human servant, as well as health, vitality, and luck. He helped An Xiang and fed the ball of light along An Xiang's mouth. An Yanze has been doing this for An Xiang to continue his life these years.

He doesn't care that his servant loses a few years of life, nor does he care about the ability to bear it back. He just wants to live, even if the hope is small, he doesn't want to give up.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

An Xiang who swallowed the ball of light gradually became rosy, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"...Pei Yizhou."

She called someone else's name in the first sentence.

An Yanze looked down, his expression gloomy and unclear. In the next second, his palm was placed on the top of An Xiang's head, and his forehead was pressed against his forehead, sealing all the memories of An Xiang in the human world with the power of the blood race.

She was groggy, closed her eyes and fell asleep in An Yanze's arms.

All this last night, An Yanze carefully put down An Xiang, his eyes floating lightly on the servant's body.

The servant seemed to be aware, waved his hand and backed away: "Sir, I, I don't say anything..."

"Sir, don't kill me, sir..."

She begged constantly, An Yanze got up and approached, the figure walking out of the shadows was like a dazzling evil spirit.

"do not want……"

"Mr. No--"

Click!

An Yanze squeezed his servant's neck without hesitation for a moment, and acted viciously and simply. The dead woman fell to the ground crookedly, her head twisted at a weird angle.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips, raised his eyes to look at the housekeeper: "Take it away."

The steward took the servant's left foot and dragged her out.

The room was quiet, An Yanze thought quietly. The blood family can seal the memory once every 100 years, but it is not a complete seal. If the person with amnesia can not keep touching the original object, it is very likely that the memory will be restored. If it is restored, he will not have a second chance to contact An Xiang again.

An Yanze was irritable.

He didn't want An to get in touch with Pei Yizhou, and was even more bored with that annoying child. Even if they had separated the relationship now, he had to prevent An from wanting to meet the family again.

An wanted to go to sleep for a long time, she fell into a nightmare dream, in which there were horrible father and brother, embarrassed herself, sneered unpleasantly, and the wind roared wildly in her ears. She was very uncomfortable and suddenly woke up.

The cousin's eyebrows are close at hand.

An Xiang felt that this face was a bit strange, even repelling from the inside out. She leaned forward, leaned back involuntarily, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

This is a fully enclosed house, with only a small skylight open above the head, and weak sunlight is spilled from above. The furnishings of the rooms are unfamiliar, they all look like they have never seen before. An Xiang had a headache and weak limbs, and soon lay down again.

She remembered eating a bowl of vermicelli soup on the window sill, with An Yanze's signature on the note. An Yanze often cooks her food, plus the familiar taste, An Xiang ate the bowl of soup without doubt, and then... allergic and fainted, cousins ​​Wu Yang Yang broke into the door and laughed at her.

Then……

Then I don't remember anything.

"Think about it?"

A man's hoarse voice came from her ears, and she looked back at An Yanze's bloodshot eyes.

"Think about waking up?"

His eyebrows were warm, and he smiled even more.

If he thought about it before, he would definitely rush to get close to his elder brother without hesitation, but now there is always an inexplicable resistance in his bones.

She frowned and said nothing.

"Are you hungry?" An Yanze didn't notice her abnormality, and asked when he approached her.

The moment he got close, An wanted to smell a very rich chocolate smell.

Smell good.

hungry.

Want to eat.

She stared at An Yanze's neck, the blood throbbing under her skin couldn't help tempting An Xiang. Her eyes were straight, her pointed fangs slowly drilled out, and her expression was full of longing.

An Yanze was taken aback, and then avoided contact: "Think about it, you are allergic to blood, you can't breathe it. Did you know that you fainted for many years?"

Ann wanted to return to consciousness, tilting her head in a daze: "Many years?"

The next second she spoke, she was stunned, touched her throat, her eyes were surprised: "I...can speak?" She was dumb, and she never thought that one day she could make a sound.

An Yanze was not surprised by this. He took the health of others to An Xiang, and it was not impossible to open his mouth again.

"What happened?" An Xiang's brain was confused. She felt that she had forgotten a lot of things and was at a loss for everything that happened before her eyes.

An Yanze half-true adulterated and said, "I am not good. The duck blood vermicelli soup I made for you was taken away by Ruo Ming and mixed with human blood. My mistake caused you to fall into a coma, and it was my fault."

An Yanze did not deliberately harm peace.

He didn't have time to explain at first, but now he wants to tell her the truth.

"If you want to **** blood, how about I get you chicken blood?"

Ann wants to be allergic to human blood, but animal blood can be used, but the nutrition is not very good.

Thinking of chicken blood, An wanted to frown, and his eyes swept to An Yanze's white neck.

Chocolate flavor, it seems to be bonbon.

An Xiang swallowed saliva one after another, thinking of the miserable past, and finally withdrew her desire, carefully curled up in the corner, shook her head and said aggrieved: "...no more."

An Yanze curled her lips and touched her hair: "Is that elder brother to think about something to eat? The lean meat porridge is delicious, I'll make it for you."

She nodded reluctantly and lay back on the bed.

An Yanze quickly made a bowl of fragrant lean meat porridge. She was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, but she was not interested in the porridge. All she thought about was chocolate and wine.

"I want to eat chocolate." Ann wanted to look up, and asked slowly.

"Hey?"

"Chocolate, wine hearty."

"No, think about it when you just wake up, you can't eat chocolate, it's bad for your health."

Ann wanted to twist her eyebrows, reluctantly took the porridge and sipped it.

Her appearance now is a bit better than that of a human body, her lips are very beautifully hooked, and her lips are crystal clear and full, with a touch of pink.

An Yanze stroked the girl's soft hair, recalling the time guarding her all these years, not feeling that the tip of his heart was soft, and he slowed down his tone: "Is it delicious?"

Ann wanted to shook his head, and returned the porridge after a few mouthfuls.

She just woke up and had no appetite and it was normal, An Yanze did not force her, rolled up her sleeves and gently massaged An Xiang's legs. Although the muscles did not shrink, years of coma would still affect the mobility of the limbs. An Yanze did not dare to let others come into contact with Anxiang, so he could only do it himself.

He couldn't help thinking about the day when Ann wanted something wrong.

He hugged her crazy to find a doctor, but faced an abyss. The doctor said that she would not wake up, the uncle said that she would be dealt with, the younger brothers were laughing, and everyone treated her as a joke.

An Yanze didn't have power at that time, and resigned to cater to An's family. Finally, he bought an unnamed female corpse somewhat similar to An Xiang from the morgue, burned it and took her to City A.

She couldn't wake up, every doctor said so.

An Yanze became increasingly paranoid, madly taking the doctor's lifespan and health, and squeezing the lifespan to An Xiang, but those things can only maintain her tone and can't make her come alive.

——She obviously lives by his side, but she is the same as dead.

An Yanze's massage techniques are high-end and comfortable, and An wants to sleep with her eyes closed.

Looking at the peaceful face in front of him, An Yanze stopped massaging, covered her with a quilt, and carefully exited the room.