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

After packing the materials to be taken back to Tianzhuyuan, Qingtian contacted the same-city express delivery company to pick up the goods.

An Xia took off her carpenter's gloves and walked out of the warehouse chatting with Qingtian, but she didn't want to see Song Lanzhi.

She stood at the door of the studio, looking at Lu Jingyang who was painting seriously in the corner in surprise, with anger rising in her eyes.

Qingtian didn't know this person and thought he was the parent of a student who came in for consultation, so he went forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Hello, ma'am. I am Qingtian, the manager of this studio." Qingtian introduced herself.

Song Lanzhi turned her gaze and fell on him for a brief second, then she was surprised to see An Xia standing next to her.

"Why are you here?"

After asking, Song Lanzhi's eyes suddenly understood, and her gaze turned back to Qingtian, and then back to An Xia.

She chuckled: "I was wondering why you were so determined to divorce Beichuan. It turns out you've already found a backup."

Qingtian was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and quickly waved his hand to explain: "Madam, you misunderstood, An Xia and I are just friends, just friends."

Song Lanzhi didn't listen at all, and her contemptuous gaze fell back on An Xia.

The mocking look seemed to be saying: How dare you talk about that woman just now.

Knowing that she has always been an egoist and will not easily change her mind once she has made up her mind, An Xia did not bother to explain.

Anyway, the final result is to divorce Lu Beichuan, so what happens in the process is not particularly important.

An Xia ignored her, and Song Lanzhi turned to look at Lu Jingyang again: "You brought Jingyang to a place like this to paint."

An Xia finally reacted. It didn't matter what she was told, but it would be bad if Song Lanzhi lost control and attacked Lu Jingyang.

"Those who don't do their job properly will only bring up others who don't do their job properly!" Song Lanzhi cursed harshly.

An Xia was still thinking about how to explain, but the next second, Song Lanzhi turned around and left in her high heels.

An Xia was stunned.

She just cursed and left?

Don’t you care?

Not making trouble anymore?

This was not her reaction when she saw Lu Jingyang painting at the Lu family before.

Last time, she not only smashed all the painting supplies she bought for Lu Jingyang, but also tore up his first painting he had created in front of Lu Jingyang.

Lu Jingyang realized it belatedly and slowly raised his head, looking in the direction where Song Lanzhi had just stood. He didn't see anyone, so he turned around again and saw An Xia, then smiled foolishly.

Simple and cute.

An Xia responded with a faint smile, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Song Lanzhi seemed to have no intention of caring about Lu Jingyang anymore.

For a moment, An Xia didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Keep painting." An Xia said.

Lu Jingyang immediately lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in his own artistic world.

When Lu Jingyang returned to Tianzhu Garden in the evening, he was so excited that he almost ran around the house.

As soon as Lu Beichuan entered the house, he saw Lu Jingyang almost smashing the vase worth eight million next to the TV.

"You put stimulants in his dinner?"

Lu Beichuan took off his coat and walked to An Xia, subconsciously handing her the clothes in his hand.

Because in the past, whenever he came back and took off his coat, An Xia would immediately take it and hang it on the hanger.

An Xia ignored him and walked past with the fruit plate.

"What kind of stimulant is this? He was just happy because he had been painting all day."

Fortunately, Qingtian gave him an A4 size drawing paper, so it didn't take too long to finish the drawing. If it was an A size drawing paper, Lu Jingyang would probably have to live in the studio for the next few days.

Lu Beichuan raised his eyebrows and obediently put his clothes on the sofa.

"Did you take him to paint today?"

"Yeah. I happened to come across a painting studio when I went to the mall today, so I took him in." An Xia ate strawberries and continued with a pout, "Why don't we hire a teacher to teach Jingyang how to paint. He has talent and he likes it, too."

Lu Beichuan said, "Didn't mom forbid him to learn?"

Song Lanzhi had had a big fight at home because of this matter before, so Lu Beichuan remembered it.

"Yeah. She doesn't care now." An Xia said.

"why?"

When Lu Beichuan asked this, An Xia simply stopped hiding it and told him everything that happened in the mall today.

Lu Yuan's lover is so powerful that sooner or later everyone in the Lu family will know about it, so there is no need for An Xia to keep it secret.

"I think your mother's attitude towards Jingyang is weird." Afraid that Lu Jingyang would be unhappy when she heard it, An Xia lowered her voice and whispered in Lu Beichuan's ear.

The sweet scent of the woman after bathing suddenly entered his nose. Lu Beichuan was startled and felt agitated. He even lost half of his attention from listening to An Xia's words.

In fact, An Xia had had this feeling a long time ago, but it was just a feeling before and she couldn't explain why. But today she has a basis and an answer.

"Your mother seems to treat Jingyang as a tool to please your father."

If that little lover had not humiliated Song Lanzhi today, An Xia would still not understand where that strange feeling came from.

Lu Beichuan glanced at her sideways: "You just found out?"

An Xia opened her mouth slightly in surprise: "You discovered it a long time ago?"

Lu Beichuan nodded: "I knew it since she became pregnant with Jingyang."

"then you……"

An Xia was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

If Lu Jingyang was the tool Song Lanzhi used to tie up Lu Yuan, then Lu Beichuan... wasn't he just a useless and abandoned tool?

It is precisely because of this that Song Lanzhi has never cared for Lu Beichuan as much as she does Lu Jingyang.

Lu Beichuan looked at her indifferently.

The dark eyes were as calm as before, without any waves caused by this, but it made people feel distressed for some reason.

An Xia's heart choked: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Lu Beichuan withdrew his gaze indifferently, still as cold as ever and not needing anyone to touch him.

"Why am I telling you all this? Do I want you to feel as uncomfortable as I do after hearing it? Or am I telling you so that you can feel pity for me after you know it?"

An Xia pursed her lips.

Sure enough, he was not completely without feelings.

He will also be sad and feel uncomfortable.

He is powerful, but not so powerful that he is invulnerable.

An Xia was silent. Lu Beichuan turned his head, and An Xia was about to turn around. They both turned their heads at the same time. The distance was too close and they had no defense, so their lips brushed briefly without warning.

Just a light touch is enough to shake the volcano to erupt.

Lu Beichuan stared at her.

An Xia felt a little at a loss and tried to step back awkwardly, but Lu Beichuan had already approached her.

He put his arm around An Xia's waist, blocking her way back.

The breathing was also closer.

An Xia was inexplicably nervous, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the sofa.

Lu Beichuan lowered his head, looking at the little face in front of him, his voice low and hoarse.

"Now that I tell you, will you pity me?"