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

An Xia's eyes widened, and she immediately reached out to grab it, but Lu Beichuan stretched out his arm and raised the drawing board high, making it impossible for An Xia to reach it.

The man in the painting is tightly wrapped in crimson roses, the petals covering most of his facial features, and his deep eyebrows and eyes are wrapped in coldness.

It is impossible to tell who this person is just by looking at the facial features, but the aura emanating from the man in the painting makes Lu Beichuan feel particularly familiar.

"Who are you drawing?" Lu Beichuan asked An Xia.

An Xia was furious: "Why do you care who I'm drawing?"

The familiar feeling became stronger and stronger. Lu Beichuan frowned and his face darkened. "Is it Lu Zixing?"

These eyebrows and features seem a bit similar to Lu Zixing.

An Xia was so busy grabbing the item that she didn't respond to his words. Lu Beichuan saw this reaction as a sign of guilt.

"The person you drew is Lu Zixing." His tone became heavier.

"It's none of your business who I draw!"

An Xia didn't know how he thought of Lu Zixing.

The person in this painting doesn't even have black hair, which has nothing to do with Lu Zixing, whose hair has long been dyed chestnut brown.

An Xia didn't explain, she stood up, grabbed his arm and tried to fish it out.

There was a watermark of hers hidden on the cufflinks of the man in the painting, and Lu Beichuan must not discover it.

If he knew his business identity, then the art exhibition that was once held specifically for him would no longer be kept secret.

If the deep affection from many years ago is discovered at this time, it is no longer romantic, but just a wishful joke.

But Lu Beichuan also stood up at this time, and An Xia still had half of her leg on him. She was lifted up without any preparation, and her foot tilted, and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Lu Beichuan helped her up quickly, but An Xia still bent over in pain, covering her lower abdomen tightly with her hands.

Lu Beichuan thought she was playing a trick on him, trying to make him let down his guard so that she could get the drawing board back.

But when he saw the cold sweat on her forehead, Lu Beichuan's hands trembled and he quickly helped her sit down on the sofa.

"what happened to you?"

An Xia covered her stomach, her face pale.

"I don't know. My stomach hurts."

Lu Beichuan saw that most of the brown sugar water on the coffee table had been drunk.

"Are you on your period?"

An Xia nodded weakly despite the pain.

Lu Beichuan immediately picked the person up and carried him sideways.

An Xia was startled, worried that he would be seen by his colleagues if he carried her out like this, so she patted his chest and asked him to put her down, but Lu Beichuan did not go out. He just carried her into the lounge connected to the office.

"Do you have any painkillers?"

An Xia has been weak since she was a child. Every time she has her period, the pain is worse than death. In serious cases, she will even faint from the pain.

An Xia shook her head, feeling so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.

In fact, her condition has improved a lot in recent years. When she was in junior high school, Lu Beichuan asked a Chinese medicine doctor to carefully regulate her. She hasn't had such uncomfortable periods in several years, so An Xia no longer carries sleeping pills in her bag like she did when she was a child. But for some reason, she felt so uncomfortable again this time.

Lu Beichuan got up and went out to make another cup of brown sugar water.

"Drink it first. I'll go buy you some medicine." Lu Beichuan gently stroked her cold cheek, gave her instructions softly, and left quickly.

An Xia looked at his back in a trance as he hurried away. For a moment, she thought she had returned to her childhood.

At that time, there were no misunderstandings or barriers between them. Lu Beichuan was reluctant to speak to her in a cold and harsh voice, and even more reluctant to put on a sour face. He was careful and gentle to her in every way, taking care of her as if he were the apple of his eye.

But that's all in the past.

An Xia's nose suddenly felt sour, her eyes became hot, and tears as big as beans could not stop sliding down her cheeks.

I don't know why, but I just feel so uncomfortable. My emotions are completely broken and I can't control them at all.

After going out, Lu Beichuan found Du Wen and asked, "Do you have painkillers and sanitary napkins?"

Du Wen was stunned.

Would the president, who has always been known as the flower of Gaoling, stoop to come down to earth to ask a mortal like her for this thing?

"Why are you so dazed!"

Lu Beichuan didn't have the patience to see her distracted. He got angry when she didn't answer for just three seconds.

Du Wen's hands trembled.

"Only sanitary napkins..."

An Xia is a woman, and she is still in his office. He doesn't ask An Xia...

Du Wen quickly realized that An Xia was having her period.

Seeing Lu Beichuan's anxious look, Du Wen's heart was filled with love.

Can we lock in the CEO and his wife as a couple?

What's wrong with him?

This is obviously super love!

"I'll go downstairs now to buy some painkillers for the young lady." Du Wen did not forget Xiao Ming's sudden call of "young lady" during lunch break, and immediately followed suit to call An Xia that.

Lu Beichuan's anxious expression did not change, but his tone of voice softened a little when he spoke to her.

"No, you go into the lounge and keep her company, I'll go down and buy it."

The painkillers that An Xia often takes are relatively niche, and Du Wen may not be able to buy the right ones.

"Yes!"

Seeing that Lu Beichuan did not deny it, Du Wen appeared calm on the surface, but she was actually going crazy on the inside.

This! Is! Going! To! Be! Public!

Du Wen quickly ran into Lu Beichuan's lounge. She originally wanted to pull An Xia aside to gossip with her, which would divert her attention and make her feel less uncomfortable. But as soon as she entered, Du Wen was frightened by An Xia's ugly face.

No wonder Mr. Lu is so anxious.

"Why do you look so pale? Should we call an ambulance for you?"

An Xia didn't even have the strength to shake her head, and her lower abdomen ached.

"No need." Her voice was so weak that it was almost silent: "I'll just lie down for a while."

Not only did her period come later this time, but it also felt different from before. There was still a warm current flowing out from her body from time to time, but before, her period came in waves with intervals. Unlike this time, it felt like the menstrual blood was going to drain her entire body.

"Mr. Lu went downstairs to buy you some medicine. I'll go out and get you a warm pack."

As girls, these things are always carried with us.

After putting several hot packs on her body, An Xia felt better.

Lu Beichuan's painkillers were also bought back. Du Wen saw the sweat on his forehead and tactfully got up and left.

"I'll get some more hot water."

Lu Beichuan was opening the medicine box to take out the medicine and had no time to notice Du Wen who quietly left.

"You'll feel better after eating it."

Lu Beichuan helped An Xia sit up and fed her the medicine.

An Xiaxu's eyes flashed white light, and her vision became clear for a few seconds in a trance. She saw Lu Beichuan's face full of anxiety.

She smiled, feeling it had been a long time since we last met and it was something rare.

"I feel like I'm going to die."

Lu Beichuan was startled, panic flashed in his eyes, and he hugged An Xia tightly as she half leaned on him.

"No nonsense."

An Xia smiled again, but this time she didn't have the energy to speak.

After taking the painkillers, the effect of the medicine gradually took effect and An Xia's complexion gradually improved.

Although it was still pale, it was much better than the paleness just now that almost looked like death.

During this time, Lu Beichuan's hands never stopped rubbing her lower abdomen.