Ou Zexi turned his eyes lightly, pretending to be calm, and said with appreciation, "The painting is very similar. If Gong Shaoming saw it, I'm afraid he would be as amazed as me."
An Moran didn't have time to wait for the paint to dry. He reached out and quickly put away the canvas, and smiled awkwardly, "Why are you here?"
Sensing her intention to avoid the topic, Ou Zexi's eyes had a strange luster, he clenched the document in his hand, and smiled again, "It's nothing, I'm just worried that you won't be used to it here, so I came to take a look. ."
His eyes swept over An Moran, who was at ease, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, "Now it seems that I was worrying too much. You seem to like it here very much?"
"Um."
An Moran nodded, packed up the painting tools and was about to walk into the room, but Ou Zexi quickly took what she had in hand, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
Facing An Moran's confused gaze, he shrugged, "It's a sequelae of aristocratic education. You can't be rude in front of ladies."
An Moran was slightly startled, then smiled.
After entering the room, An Moran put away the painting tools, poured a cup of tea for Ou Zexi, and placed it in front of him.
"I feel very comfortable here, quiet, peaceful, and inexplicably warm..."
An Moran raised his head and looked at Ou Zexi, who was sitting across from the sofa, his eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you!"
Even if Ou Zexi didn't mention it at all, An Moran knew that he must have had people protecting the Qiao family villa, otherwise after so many years, it would have been impossible for this place to be spotless and full of popularity.
I'm afraid, he himself doesn't come less often.
"These are all things I should do, you don't need to say thank you."
The word that should never appear between us is thank you...
Thinking of the portrait An Moran painted just now, and how she carefully put away the canvas even though she was nervous, the look on Ou Zexi's handsome face became more and more unpredictable.
An Moran shook his head and did not press ahead because of Ou Zexi's politeness. "No matter what your reasons are, my parents have been dead for many years and nothing is as it should be. Thank you for always looking for me and telling me everything about your family." ."
She has a family, a warm and well-off home, her parents are loving, her father is a well-known military officer, and she is upright.
She was not an abandoned orphan, but unfortunately something happened and she was left in the orphanage...
She is not fatherless and motherless. Although both her parents are dead, she still has a family and a surname.
This made An Moran completely relieved.
"How long do you plan to stay here?"
"You know I want to leave?"
An Moran looked at Ou Zexi in shock, feeling like he couldn't see through the person in front of him for a moment.
He is too excellent, too mysterious, and he has done too much for her...
She always felt that Ou Zexi was hiding something from her. An Moran vaguely guessed it, but never had the courage to ask.
"Your luggage has never been placed in the room. Even if you stayed here for a few days, you tried your best not to damage the original furnishings of the room and deliberately maintained the original layout. This proves that you do not plan to stay for a long time at all. It is just a matter of time before you leave. ."
"..."
An Moran looked at Ou Zexi in surprise, suddenly feeling that the man so close at hand was mysteriously out of reach.
He laughed out loud and did not deny it.
"I want to go back to Mo's house, meet Mo Ran, and then... start a new life."
In any case, Mo Ran, the brother she had only had for more than a month, was the person in the Mo family who brought her the most warmth, and she was worried about it.
