Chapter 62

I also saw your mom kiss you.

An Zimo's fingers trembled, and he lifted his eyelids, "Really?"

"Really, they still call you baby."

Qiu Yang had just woken up in pain when he opened his eyes and saw An Xiang calling An Zimo" baby" and kissing his little face. She was beautiful and gentle, and the light in her eyes inexplicably relieved Qiu Yang's physical pain, so he couldn't help but steal glances at her for a long time.

Qiu Yang's eyes were filled with undisguised envy. "It seems she went back and cooked for you. Your Mommy is so kind; I haven't seen my Mommy in so long."

An Zimo paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's your Mommy?"

"My grandpa said my parents went to work in another city to earn money, and that if the surgery goes well, they won't leave."

Mentioning this, Qiu Yang's face lit up with a smile, and the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

As they were talking, an old man with a hunched back came in from outside. He was dressed very simply, even shabbily, and was very thin, but also very kind.

"Grandpa!" Qiu Yang jumped off the bed and rushed over affectionately.

"Grandpa brought you steamed buns." Grandpa Qiu Yang slowly untied the bag, took out a big steamed bun, and handed it to him. Seeing Qiu Yang eating happily, he affectionately patted his hair.

"Grandpa, I'm going to have surgery next week. Will I be able to see Mom and Mommy after the surgery?" Qiu Yang asked while eating, her expression full of anticipation.

The old man's arm became noticeably stiff, and then An Zimo heard a slightly bitter voice.

They're not coming back...

[Poor child.]

But children always need something to look forward to, sigh.

"Yes, Yangyang, if you listen to the nurse, your mom Mommy will come back to see you."

His smile widened as he took out steamed buns from the bag and offered them to An Zimo: "Here you go, Momo. My grandma made these; they're delicious."

An Zimo had just undergone surgery and had no appetite, so he shook his head and refused, instead pulling out his tablet to browse Weibo.

An Xiang has updated a few more chapters of her comics in the past few days. The latest chapter is about Little Tiger who was accidentally kidnapped by an eagle, but was eventually taken home by a kind rabbit sister. There are already seven or eight hundred comments on this chapter, and the most popular comment is about the kind person.

[I won't change my name until I lose 10 pounds: Ahhhhh, amazing artist! You actually drew it! Little tiger cub, don't get lost next time! By the way, the real-life little tiger cub is so incredibly cute, I kind of regret not meeting the artist's Mommy.]

[You Are the Moon: So this really happened?! Wow!]

[You Are the Sun: Holy crap! So this is the author's daily life with his son.]

[Jin Cheng, My Goddess: The previous chapter was about a tiger cub playing the suona in the forest. Considering the recent hot topics, you guys think about it carefully.]

The comments were all harmonious. An Xiang's fan base had grown rapidly in just one day. An Zimo continued scrolling down and saw a few irritating comments.

[User 323434: If this is true, this mother is an idiot. How could she abandon her child? What's the point of having a child if she's so brainless?]

[Troll: +1 to the previous comment, the comic isn't that great either.]

"..."

An Zimo frowned, somewhat displeased.

[Who Says I’m Not Human? Reply: Even if your mother had a brain, she still gave birth to an idiot like you.]

[User 323434 replied: Is this the kind of quality fans have? Why are they so agitated? Is the author your mother?]

An Zimo typed rapidly: [Not my mom, but your mom?]

After thinking for a moment, he held back, deleted the message, and replied word by word, "[Does it take manners for me to discipline a biting animal? Don't you know human rights are paramount? You're so arrogant, do you really think Animal Protection Law will protect you??]"

An Zimo and the other party engaged in a fierce battle in the comments section for at least three hundred rounds, which ultimately ended with the other party blocking and deleting his comments.

He felt quite comfortable, and upon refreshing the page, he saw someone saying, "[This character is too powerful, they're not human! Please publish a book about them, I'll buy it.]"

"Yangyang, we need to go for treatment."

Qiu Yang finished eating the steamed buns, obediently sat in the wheelchair, and left the ward with her grandfather.

Just then, the nurse came to change An Zimo. He looked in the direction Qiu Yang had left, tilted his head up, and asked, "What illness did Qiu Yang have?"

"That child," the nurse said without looking up, "Has liver cancer."

An Zimo's eyes flickered.

"Because there aren't enough beds, he can only stay here for now. He should be able to be transferred to another hospital in a couple of days."

He didn't speak, but instead looked down and found an original German film to watch.

Upon seeing that the movie had no subtitles, the nurse laughed and asked, "Can you understand it?"

"Kannverstehen."

An Zimo's childlike voice made the German phrase sound even more touching.

The nurse stared at the slightly downcast face, momentarily captivated. If only she had been born a decade or two later, she wouldn't be single now! sobs

"I'm sorry I'm late."

An Zimo closed the tablet and looked up.

An Xiang was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of rest, and despite her disheveled appearance, her beauty was undeniable.

The nurse stared blankly at An Xiang's face again, secretly envying the family's excellent genes.

Is our Momo alright now?

"It's alright, he's recovering quite well, he should be discharged in four or five days."

An Xiang, and after the nurse left, she poured the prepared porridge from the thermos. The porridge was still very hot, so she carefully scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to An Zimo's lips.

An Xiang's fingers were wrapped in gauze. He frowned and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

She said nonchalantly, "I accidentally burned myself while serving the porridge, it's nothing, you drink it quickly."

"I can do it myself."

"No, Mommy will feed you."

An Zimo pursed his lips and sipped his porridge slowly.

It's delicious. Compared to Pei Yizhou, this is the level of a five-star chef.

"Could you please stop letting random people cook for me in the future?"

An Zimo's tone was somewhat aggrieved, and he directly categorized Pei Yizhou into the "miscellaneous" category.

An Xiang was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "Okay, I won't let random people cook for you."

After finishing breakfast, An Xiang start packing, but her movements were a little clumsy because of the burn on her finger.

An Zimo kept staring at her, his expression somewhat unnatural, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you... do you need to go to the burns department?"

"No, don't be so dramatic."

An Zimo pursed his lips and said, "Then go home and rest. I have a nurse to take care of you."

"No," An Xiang refused decisively, "I'll miss you."

She missed her son. What kind of mother would leave her son alone in the hospital? Everyone else has their mother with them; how pitiful he must be without one.

Hearing his thoughts, An Zimo puffed out his cheeks, lay back on the bed, and sighed, "I just can't do anything with you~"

This tone was just like that of a domineering CEO in a novel. Looking at An Zimo's current demeanor, he definitely had that vibe. An Xiang couldn't help but imagine the scene of her son pinning a girl against the wall and kissing her in the future, and she immediately shuddered.

"Can you please stop thinking such strange and weird things?"

Not only An Xiang, An Zimo was also disgusted by her foolish and cheesy idea.

Novels are novels, and reality is reality. He wouldn't just casually pin a girl against a wall and kiss her; walls are too dirty.

"I... I'm not thinking anything." An Xiang blushed slightly, surprised that An Zimo had seen right through her. "Momo, do you need to pee? Mommy will get you a potty."

"No, only paralyzed people urinate in bed. I'm going to the toilet." He said, getting out of bed.

An Xiang her son was concerned about his image, An helped him toward the restroom.

He felt no pain, and apart from weakness in his limbs, he had no other discomfort after the surgery, so he didn't need anyone to take care of him all the time. But seeing how worried An Xiang, An Zimo stubbornly refrained from refusing, and even felt a little smug.

"Do you need my help?" An Xiang, standing at the bathroom door, sounding worried.

An Zimo's smiling face instantly turned red. "How can you help someone pee! Go away, don't be so clingy, it's annoying."

"Okay, okay, I won't be clingy." An Xiang close the door, ready to listen for any An Zimo.

He pulled down his pants and, unable to contain himself any longer, shouted through the open crack in the door, "I can't pee if you're over there!"

Eek

Her son disliked her.

An Xiang wronged, An lowered her head and walked away reluctantly.

After An Zimo washed his face and brushed his teeth before coming out of the toilet.

In the sun-drenched hospital room, he saw An Xiang occupy a corner of the bed and fall asleep within minutes.

He approached slowly, clutching his wound, and tilted his head to examine An Xiang's face.

You could tell she was exhausted; her face was paler than usual, she had dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were so dry they were cracked—she probably hadn't drunk any water all night.

An Zimo's feelings were somewhat complicated. He didn't think he was anything special, nor did he believe that parents had to take care of their children. Even if An Xiang abandon him, he wouldn't care, because that was the outcome he deserved.

An Zimo bit her lower lip, slowly crawled to her side, pondered for a moment, then pulled the blanket over An Xiang and leaned against the pillow to continue passing the time with her tablet.

It was noisy outside the ward. The sudden sound of something falling made An Xiang jump. Seeing that she was about to wake up, An Zimo quickly reached out and gently patted An Xiang's back.

"Hmm..."

An Xiang turned over and buried her head in the blanket.

Afraid that she would suffocate, An Zimo put down the tablet and carefully pulled the blanket down. She was about to wake up again, so An Zimo's heart tightened. He continued to pat her until she fell asleep, and only then did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

--This Mommy is such a restless sleeper.

An Zimo was focused on comforting his elderly mother when he vaguely sensed several intense gazes coming from ahead.

He couldn't help but look over, meeting one, two, three pairs of complicated gazes.

An Zimo's breath hitched, her face flushed red, and she was so embarrassed that she gripped the ground with her toes.

After a long while, An Zimo regained his composure and forced an explanation without changing his expression. "I was just simply patting the dust off the blanket, that's all."

Pei Yizhou: "..."

Pei Jinglin: "..."

Sheng Shu: "..."

The three men's expressions became even more complicated.

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Momo: Can't I just put Mommy to sleep? Can't I just put Mommy to sleep? Can't I? Can't I?

**

A quick calculation tells me that my time with my sister is running out.

Two hundred yuan red envelope, my stomach hurts so much, I'm not going to play three rounds anymore, I won't play three rounds.