"Everything has been checked? There is nothing wrong with the baby?"
"Well, the doctor said he is healthy now."
An Moran nodded slightly and responded kindly.
But there is no problem now. They all know that the dangerous period for this child is after the fetus reaches five months old.
Even if I want to worry now, I can't even worry.
"Let's go, I don't want to go to the gallery, I'll take you there."
Ou Zexi walked around to the passenger seat, reached out and opened the door, and motioned An Moran to get in the car.
"Is it just us?"
An Moran frowned.
Ozzie Ou raised his lips and smiled, "Why, do you like a large group of people to follow us?"
"Aren't you afraid that I..." will run away.
The last few words were swallowed by An Moran without leaving his mouth.
After taking a look at the calm Ou Zexi, she calmed down, walked to the car door, bent over and sat in.
He glanced at the family doctor who was just standing at a distance, and looked at Ou Jersey in confusion, "Doesn't the doctor also need to follow me?"
Whenever she goes out, he will arrange for a family doctor to accompany her. He is afraid that something will happen to her. Suddenly her habits change, and An Moran is always a little uneasy.
"There are other things that need to be dealt with in the hospital. I'm afraid that won't be possible today, but don't worry, I've arranged for other doctors to be on standby and won't put you and the baby at any risk."
"..."
An Moran always felt that something was wrong, but Ou Zexi's performance was normal and impeccable.
He narrowed his eyes and gave a faint smile to stop himself from thinking wildly.
The atmosphere along the way was very relaxed. Even after arriving at the gallery, Ou Zexi did not restrict her freedom and let Ou Jinyue accompany her for a long time.
"Seeing that your complexion has improved a lot, I feel relieved."
Ou Jinyue took her to the newly opened new area of the gallery, glanced at An Moran, who was completely attracted by the works, and said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, An Moran was startled for a moment, then he looked away from the new century oil painting and turned to look at him.
Catching the flash of concern in Ou Jinyue's eyes, she smiled and said, "Well, life is your own, and you have to find ways to make it easier for yourself. Thank you for helping me manage this place so well. After all,
, you are more like the owner of this gallery, I can’t tell that you know how to paint.”
Ou Jinyue always acted like he was not serious. Even if An Moran knew that the men in the Ou family were not ordinary people, he was still frightened by his vicious eyes and strong business acumen.
"Don't put your hat on me. I was appointed at a critical moment and had no choice but to take over. If I were asked to take care of this place for a long time, I would just let it close down."
Ou Jinyue walked to the window display area and pointed to the most conspicuous painting in the exhibition area, "Look, do you like it? I don't know why, but I noticed it at a glance from a bunch of paintings. I always feel that the people in the painting are the same as you."
It was very similar, and then I made the mistake of displaying a sketch in an oil painting gallery."
Ou Jinyue shrugged self-deprecatingly.
"..."
An Moran looked along his hand and was suddenly shocked.
Zi Tong seemed to be absorbed, staring blankly at the sketch displayed in the window.
A young woman stood on the top of a peak, on the edge of a cliff, looking into the distance, her eyes calm and peaceful, as if nothing in the world could affect her emotions...
A few light strokes outline the woman's charm very realistically. Standing on a tripod, one step forward is an abyss, but the woman in the painting can be so calm and refined.
