The eyebrows and eyes are indeed somewhat similar to An Moran's, but the clothes and clothing can be seen at a glance that they are not the clothes of the country, but have very strong national characteristics.
The peacefulness without sadness or joy in the woman's eyes is beyond An Moran's reach...
"who is she?"
An Moran's eyes were unconsciously attracted, and he walked closer to the painting step by step. He stretched out his hand to touch the painting, but his fingertips began to tremble slightly.
"Xiao Qiao..."
Ou Zexi's voice sounded from behind. An Moran's nerves tightened and his abdomen twitched. He suddenly reached out to cover his stomach, and his face turned pale for a moment.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll take you back!"
Ou Zexi picked up An Moran, glanced at the paintings on the wall, and glared at Ou Jinyue.
The latter still had a trace of astonishment on his face, and when he saw Ou Zexi getting angry, he lowered his head silently.
"I'm fine, just a little surprised."
An Moran stretched out his hand and held Ou Zexi's arm, looked at Ou Jinyue, pointed at the sketch in the window, and said with a pale face, "Can you give me that painting?"
"Of course, I will send someone to my ancestral home."
An Moran breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, "Thank you."
"Okay, that's it for today, I'll take you back first."
Ou Zexi pulled her into his arms and strode out of the gallery.
It wasn't until he sat in the car that An Moran's expression softened, and he reached out to pat his cheek and exhaled.
"It is not convenient for examination here. I have asked the doctor to go back to my ancestral home and be on standby. I will send you back now."
"I'm much better now. It's okay. You don't have to be so nervous."
"What happened just now?"
"I don't know. Maybe I was too nervous, which affected the child. Just take a rest and it will be fine."
An Moran leaned back on the chair tiredly, closed his eyes, and rested his mind.
When Ou Zexi saw that she looked unhappy, he didn't ask any more questions. He increased the speed of the car and drove towards the Ou family's ancestral home.
"Shua——"
The sports car parked steadily at the entrance of the ancestral house. Before Ou Jersey could make a move, An Moran had already opened the car door, stepped down first, and walked in.
Ou Zexi's eyes flashed for a moment, he walked towards her and put his arms around her shoulders.
An Moran was startled and wanted to wave away his hand, but he had already spoken first.
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't refuse my care. You know I have no ill intentions towards you."
"..."
An Moran glanced at him blankly, wanting to say something. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the doctor waiting at the entrance, and his eyes trembled slightly.
"Why did you suddenly change your family doctor? Wasn't the previous one bad?"
Ou Zexi held her hand and walked inside, and responded casually, "I'm just changing to someone with better medical skills. Do you care?"
"I still like the previous one better, can't I just change it?"
An Moran stopped and looked at Ou Zexi nervously, feeling that he seemed to know something, but he still didn't reveal it.
Ou Zexi turned around and looked at her, word by word, coldness permeating every word, "Do you like his superb medical skills, or is it because he is Gong Shaoming's man?"
Xin Chang's body came closer step by step. An Moran stepped back in surprise, but he quickly took her hand, pulled her into his arms, picked her up and carried her to the ancestral house.
Go.
"Jersey Ou, put me down!"
Seeing the anger bursting out of his deep pupils, An Moran suddenly panicked.
