When An Zimo was 16 years old, he followed his mentor to the African savanna to participate in a drug research project. He stayed away for three years. When he came back, there was an inexplicable addition of a cub to his family.

The cub is almost ten months old, with curly hair and a round face. He is wearing a pink baby outfit and is crawling around on the carpet, purring from time to time.

An Zimo took a few steps closer and used his mind-reading skills to hear her inner thoughts——

[&%&&……%#%]

"..."

Baby talk is level 0 and cannot be understood.

The little boy immediately noticed An Zimo's presence and sat down in front of him, his legs dangling, and he raised his head to reveal a beautiful face covered in saliva to him.

An Zimo's eyelids twitched. After the nanny hurried over and picked her up, An Zimo pointed at her and asked, "Is Pei Chen married?"

The nanny was newly hired. She had only seen An Zimo's photos in the overwhelming news. The nineteen-year-old boy in front of her was more outstanding than the blurry news pictures. He was tall and long-legged, with a clear face and eyebrows like An's.

Thinking about it, his temperament followed his father's, but he was colder than his father.

The nanny looked at him in a daze for a few seconds, then said respectfully, "He is the child of Mr. and Mrs."

An Zimo's breath was stagnant and he took half a step back.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the little boy with a vague look of hostility.

Three years ago, An Zimo insisted on leaving, but his family naturally disagreed. As a last resort, An Zimo ran away overnight. On the way, he met a girl who had the same experience as him. The girl named Ye Ya had a similar personality to him, even if An Zimo

I don’t like talking to others, so I chatted with her a lot on the way.

Later, the two met to return to China. She did it to pursue her childhood sweetheart who grew up together, while An Zimo missed his family.

But--

His family doesn't seem to miss him very much.

An Zimo looked around. Many small objects were added to the coldly decorated living room in the past. The expensive oil paintings on the walls were replaced by self-portraits of Zai Zi. Every detail was filled with love for Zai Zi.

An Zimo has long passed the age of jealousy, but this scene still makes him uncomfortable.

"Where are my parents?"

The nanny said: "They went to attend a company banquet and will probably come back in the evening."

"Oh." An Zimo said no more, picked up his suitcase and prepared to go upstairs. Just after taking two steps, his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

[￥%&&%……]

"Ahhhhhh..."

The little baby talks like a baby, and he doesn't know what he's calling.

An Zimo doesn't like children. They are weak and stupid, as restless as sparrows, and their limbs are as limp as loaches in the water. Especially the smell of milk on their bodies makes people uncomfortable and annoying. Even if this is his sister who is nineteen years younger than him,

There is absolutely no way he can develop feelings for her.

"Let go." An Zimo frowned and plucked the small claws on his arms that were in the way.

Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly stopped her: "Master, you can't be like this, you will hurt her."

"Then let her go." An Zimo put down his hand and frowned irritably.

"Wangzi, be good, let go of my brother quickly. He has to go back and take a bath~" The nanny picked up the toy and coaxed her. The little boy finally let go of his hand and started shaking the rattle.

An Zimo laughed out loud when he heard the name: "Wang Zai?" Whoever gave this name was too substandard.

"Well, my wife thinks Wangzi is auspicious."

An Zimo: "..." Pretend he didn't say anything.

The little cub quickly lost interest in the toys in his hands and stared at him with big eyes.

Only then did An Zimo realize that Xiao Wangzi looked very similar to him when he was a child. His eyes were like a doll, his eyelashes were too long and too curly, and his mouth was half-open, with a drop of irritation trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Then, she smiled at An Zimo and opened her arms to him for a hug.

An Zimo took a small step back and suddenly became curious: "What's your name?"

"The name hasn't been decided yet. My wife said she would wait for the young master to choose it for her."

An Zimo fell silent, and the resentment lingering in his heart dissipated a lot.

He left quietly at that time. It was difficult to find signals in the African grasslands. The time difference and busy research meant that he never took the initiative to contact his family. If he did mention it, it was indeed his fault.

"Ahhhh..."

"Wangzai, this is Wangzai's brother. Do you want your brother to hug you?"

"Oh!"

Wangzi shook his arms up and down, looking at An Zimo eagerly.

He took no action for a long time, which obviously hurt the little boy's young and fragile heart. The corners of his mouth drooped and he cried loudly.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Let's go drink neinei, okay?" The nanny patted her back and carried her back to the nursery.

An Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his suitcase and went upstairs again.

His bedroom was cleaned every day, and the furnishings in the room remained as they were when he left. An Zimo looked around, reached for the photo on the bedside table, and gently touched his cheek when he was a child with his fingertips.

Ding.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, it was a text message from Ye Ya.

[Ye Yaya: I got home safely, how about you!]

[m:Me too.]

[Ye Yaya: Your parents didn’t scold you, right?]

[m:No.]

An Zimo typed expressionlessly: [They gave birth to a sister for me.]

[Ye Yaya:......]

[Ye Yaya: mourning and accepting changes.]

[m:Thank you.]

An Zimo sighed, took out a change of clothes and took a shower.

Dozens of hours of traveling had already made him exhausted. He didn't even have time to dry his hair when he came out of the bathroom, so he fell on the pillow and fell asleep. He didn't know how long this sleep lasted, until the sound of conversation came to his ears, An Zimo

Then he slowly woke up.

"Mo Mo has lost weight. He must not be able to eat well outside..."

"Do you think he would be angry? But we couldn't contact him at the time..."

"Oh, my big boy is so cute, I want to kiss him."

"No."

Finally, a deep and clear male voice interrupted her, and at the same time, An Zimo opened his eyes.

The couple sitting by the bed are still wearing formal clothes. The man is tall and the woman is gentle. Time has not left any trace on their faces. They still look like they are in their twenties. Especially An Xiang, she has been raised to be fair and tender.

Shui Ling still remembers that a few years ago when the two of them went out together, she was mistaken for his girlfriend by An Zimo's roommate, which caused a big mistake.

An Zimo said nothing and looked at them gloomily.

An Xiang smiled and picked up a bowl of red date porridge and handed it to him, "Mom made it for you, drink it while it's hot."

An Zimo took the porridge and drank it slowly without saying a word.

An Xiang touched his head and pinched his face, then put down his hand and said, "Mo Mo, have you seen Wang Zai?"

An Zimo's hand holding the spoon paused and he hummed.

"Isn't it cute?"

"improvise."

An wanted to look disappointed. She knew her son was like a mother. She could see her son's rejection of her younger daughter. But she couldn't blame her. She suddenly became pregnant at the time. She wanted to contact her eldest son immediately, but unfortunately the phone couldn't be dialed. She also contacted the school.

If not, she wanted to go to Africa to find him, but was blocked by Pei Yizhou. She did not get in touch with An Zimo until the child was born.

An Zimo lowered his eyes and ate his porridge without any expression of his mother's inner thoughts.

He could understand, it was just uncomfortable.

This feeling can be understood as jealousy.

An Zimo felt that it was embarrassing for him to be jealous at such an old age, and his expression became more and more weird.

The atmosphere between mother and son solidified, and Pei Yizhou appropriately changed the subject: "Did the research go well?"

"Smooth." An Zimo put down the bowl, "Then we just need to test the extracted medicine. If there is no problem, it can be put into use."

"Yeah." Pei Yizhou patted his son on the shoulder and praised, "You did a good job."

An Zimo curled his lips and said, "Just average."

The atmosphere became lively again. An Zimo knew that his parents were concerned about his situation, so he slowly told everything he saw and heard on the road. When Ye Ya was mentioned, An Xiang's eyes lit up, "So are you dating?"
To be continued...