She suddenly raised her hand, An Zimo's spine stiffened, and he closed his eyes involuntarily.

The expected beating did not come to An Zimo. An extremely gentle weight came on top of his head, and his hair was messed up by that gentle palm.

He was stunned.

"Is Momo coming down to give mom a wallet?"

An Zimo looked at her blankly.

The long hair wraps the woman's petite and fair cheeks, her eyebrows are curved, and her peach blossom eyes are full of spring breeze.

"That store doesn't support WeChat." An Xiang was a little annoyed, "But I agreed with him and asked him to help deliver it. The money can be paid later."

An Zimo was speechless.

An wanted to bend down and pick him up, "Although I said you can't run out alone, thank you anyway."

[Wow, my son is really sensible.]

[He is the cutest and sweetest baby in the world.]

[You are worthy of being born by me. You are worthy of being born by me.]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!]

An Zimo was about to be deafened by this annoying continuous sound. Can this annoying mind-reading skill be turned off? If not, could the volume be turned down a little?

As soon as I finished thinking about it, my voice actually became quieter.

An Zimo blinked: [Turn it down.]

The voice of my heart is as imperceptible as pressing the volume button.

An Zimo felt that he had found something interesting, his eyes lit up: [Bigger.]

[Ahhhh!!!!]

"Son, what else could you say is bigger?"

An Zimo quickly returned to his original dullness and ignored her with a cold face.

The two returned to the room, and soon someone from the restaurant came in with food.

An Zimo was so hungry that his chest was pressed to his belly. When he saw An wanted to eat a piece of chopsticks, he made sure that there was nothing wrong with it, and then started to eat it with a small spoon.

He ate well, but An Xiang had no appetite.

Her breath was filled with the smell of her son's blood. Facing that baby's fat little face, An Xiang purred and swallowed.

[Wow, my son smells really good.]

[I want to eat.]

What's going on?

Why is she suddenly so sensitive to the smell of human blood? Could it be...could it be the reward?

An wanted to carefully recall all the gift packages sent by the customer service. She was slow to react and finally realized what was included in the extra compensation. In addition to the milk tea shop and materials, it also included a keen sense of smell.

Ahhhhh!

She is such a fool!

An wanted to pull her hair violently, wishing she could immediately go back in time and beat herself to death in the morning.

but……

An Xiang stared at An Zimo, his eyes shining.

[If you secretly take a bite of your son at night, he shouldn’t find out, right?]

No, found it.

An Zimo discovered it now.

He lost all appetite for the hotpot meat in the lunch box. He silently put down his chopsticks and wiped his greasy mouth. Without saying a word, he picked up a pillow on the bed and got into the closet with bare feet, not forgetting to close the door firmly.

An Xiang blinked blankly, stepped forward to knock on the wardrobe and pulled it open, but found that he didn't know what to use to fix it from the inside, and it couldn't be pulled at all.

"What's wrong with you, Mo Mo?" An Xiang was puzzled. Could it be that his son was not satisfied with the food? But he obviously ate a lot.

"Momo, let's go out and sleep."

An Zimo said two words coldly: "No."

"Huh?" An Xiang was confused, "Why?"

An Zimo: "I'm afraid you'll eat me." With her cruel, cruel and abnormal nature, it wouldn't be surprising even if she actually did something like eating a child.

An Xiang took a breath and was instantly angry: "Son, don't talk nonsense! Tiger poison doesn't even eat seeds! Do you think I am that kind of person?!"

An Zimo didn't bother to purse his lips: "..."
Chapter completed!