Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

Lu Jingyang suddenly raised his hand and stroked the corner of An Xia's lips.

An Xia was stunned. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

She thought she had hidden her sadness very well, but Lu Jingyang still saw through it easily.

"Xia Xia."

"laugh."

He carefully pushed the corner of An Xia's lips with his fingertips.

Anxious but not brave enough to use force.

An Xia pulled his hand down and wrapped it in her palm.

Although some words are cruel, if they are not said sooner, they will cause greater harm to others.

"Do you like Teacher Wenli?" An Xia asked Lu Jingyang softly.

Lu Jingyang nodded subconsciously, but after looking at An Xia for a few seconds, he shook his head again.

"I like it. Xia Xia."

An Xia smiled.

He clearly didn't understand anything, but he knew that this was not a good thing.

"It's great that you like Teacher Wenli. I like her too. If I don't have time to accompany you in the future, I can ask Teacher Wenli to come over and draw with you and play with you, okay?"

After learning about those things from Ming Xiyu in the afternoon, An Xia became more determined to take her father abroad.

Having been controlled by Lu Beichuan for these years, my father’s illness has never received proper treatment, and his life has been delayed.

But Jiangcheng, and even the whole country, are under the influence of the Lu family.

If Lu Beichuan was determined not to have his father cured, then his father's continued stay in the country would be nothing more than wasting time waiting to die.

Therefore, if I want my father to receive truly effective treatment, I must leave the country and go abroad, whether it is Country Y or any other country.

Once you decide to leave, you have to give Lu Jingyang a heads-up first, giving him a chance to buffer in advance so that everything doesn't happen too suddenly and he won't be at a loss as to what to do.

His condition itself cannot be affected by too much emotional fluctuation. So from today on, An Xia will start to divert his attention and let him learn to rely on others.

Lu Jingyang was a simple-minded man. When he heard An Xia think so, he didn't think much about it and raised his hands happily.

"it is good!"

"Play. With. Wenli!"

An Xia touched his head, feeling mixed emotions.

In order to help Lu Jingyang adapt to his new friend Wen Li as soon as possible, An Xia asked Wen Li for her class schedule and offered a salary increase so that Wen Li could come to Tianzhuyuan whenever she had time.

No one is unwilling to do a job that can easily make money, so Wenli rushed over early the next morning.

"Have you had breakfast?" An Xia was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, and she did not forget to stick her head out to ask Wen Li who had just arrived.

Wen Li smiled and shook her head.

"I wanted to buy it on the roadside, but the bus just arrived, so I got on it and rushed over."

She also forgot that this was a rich villa area and there would be no cheap breakfast stalls here, so Wenli was always hungry.

"That's great. I've cooked too much millet porridge. Come over and eat with me."

"Thank you, Sister Anxia!" Wen Li responded with a bright smile, while guiding Lu Jingyang to fill in the colors in the sketchbook.

"Jingyang, you can't paint this black, this is where the highlights are."

"Black looks good." Lu Jingyang insisted with his head down.

"But it's not right to paint black here." Wen Li persuaded patiently.

"Have you forgotten what we talked about yesterday about composition and structure? These are all——"

Wen Li suddenly exclaimed.

An Xia heard the noise and hurried out to see what was going on.

"what happened?"

Wen Li stood stiffly, turned her head, met An Xia's concerned gaze, and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing. It's just that Jing Yang accidentally spilled the paint."

But Wen Li's miserable condition was not as simple as she said.

She was wearing a white long skirt today, with colorful paints sprinkled on the hem, which was particularly eye-catching.

Her skirt was made of cotton and linen, and if it was stained with paint and not cleaned up quickly, it would probably leave a big mark.

"Teacher Wen, why don't you come upstairs with me and change into my clothes? This paint is hard to wash off if it stays on you for a long time."

Since they all studied art, An Xia naturally understood. Wen Li didn't hesitate and nodded, then followed An Xia upstairs.

Lu Jingyang watched the two people go upstairs from behind. Thinking that An Xia hadn't spoken to him just now, he pursed his lips unhappily, then lowered his head to pick up the paint box and immersed himself in the world of painting again.

Wen Li and An Xia are almost the same height and weight, so An Xia's clothes fit her perfectly.

"You go down and accompany Jingyang first. I'll try to see if the paint can be washed off."

An Xia put the skirt that Wen Li had changed into the dirty clothes basket.

Wen Li quickly reached out to stop him: "This is not good, I can wash it myself."

An Xia smiled and said, "I asked you to be a teacher. It doesn't make sense for a teacher to wash his own clothes if they are soiled by students."

After saying that, An Xia raised her chin towards the downstairs.

"Go down quickly. Jingyang can't stay alone for too long."

Since An Xia had said so much, Wen Li naturally couldn't be polite anymore and went downstairs.

Lu Beichuan caught the earliest flight back.

After entering his fingerprint and entering the room, Lu Beichuan saw two figures sitting on the floor leaning against the coffee table in the living room.

There was a faint smell of rice wafting from the kitchen.

Lu Beichuan couldn't help but curl his lips.

Most of the fatigue after work is immediately eliminated when I get home.

He moved quietly and neither of the people in the living room noticed his movements.

Lu Beichuan had evil intentions, so he walked lightly and slowly approached "An Xia".

Lu Jingyang was still sensitive. He subconsciously turned his head and found Lu Beichuan who had walked behind him. Before he could say anything, he saw Lu Beichuan suddenly reach out and hug Wen Li from behind.

"Did you miss me?" With the warm and soft girl in his arms, the little fatigue he had left dissipated.

Wen Li was suddenly hugged and her whole body froze.

"Xia Xia!" Lu Jingyang suddenly shouted.

Lu Beichuan gradually realized that the feeling in his arms was not right, and was about to let go when An Xia came out of the bathroom with her wet and dripping hands half raised, standing on the second-floor railing and looking down.

By chance, I saw Lu Beichuan half-holding Wen Li.

His jaw tightened a little.

Lu Beichuan quickly let go, leaned forward to look, and saw a completely unfamiliar face.

"Who are you?" The man who had a gentle attitude just now had a noticeably heavier aura.

A handsome face that was impeccable suddenly appeared in front of her. The places on her body that he had just touched were still warm and lingered with his scent. Wen Li was stunned.

"Her name is Wen Li. She is the painting teacher I found for Jing Yang."

Upstairs, An Xia introduced the place calmly, without any ripples in her tone.

It seemed as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Lu Beichuan's face suddenly became gloomy.

Wen Li clearly felt her heartbeat suddenly speed up, and her cheeks unconsciously heated up when she looked at Lu Beichuan's delicate features. She took the initiative to extend her hand.

"Hello, I'm Jingyang's painting teacher, Wen Li."

Lu Beichuan lowered his eyes and glanced at her outstretched hand, but ignored it. Instead, his eyes fell on her.

She was wearing An Xia's clothes.

If it weren't for this clothes, he wouldn't have admitted his mistake so awkwardly just now.