"Why do you ask that?" this time Jeddah finally looked up, not only looked up, but also put down those precious documents, staring straight into Hong Tao's eyes.

"......" Hong Tao smiled, laughing from the heart, and then pouted at the carpet.

Judging from Jeddah's reaction, he asked the right question this time. After getting along for a month, this is the first time I have touched her privacy, and I feel a sense of accomplishment.

The carpet is beautiful and soft, and at first glance it looks like a hand-woven high-end product. But Hong Tao didn't ask Jeddah to look at the carpet, but the feet on the carpet, her own feet.

Jeddah's national costume is a complete set, with a pair of straw sandals of the same shade on the feet in addition to a tunics, robes and turbans. It is indeed straw sandals, but the workmanship is very delicate, like a handicraft.

The problem is not in these shoes, but in the feet that wear them. To be honest, Jeddah's feet are good, slender and slender, and they are well maintained, probably one of the best parts of her body. But Hong Tao is not concerned about people's feet, but about the dark blue patterns on the instep, tattoos to be precise.

This kind of tattoo Hong Tao has seen, but not in this life, but in the Great Song Dynasty. When he landed on the Arabian Peninsula with his fleet, the first people he came into contact with were the Bedouins.

These camel-backed nomads are very sturdy and have a very different way of life from other Arabs, the biggest difference being their clothing and tattoos.

The Bedouins preferred to wear fancy clothes and bloomers, and men usually wore a scimitar and a short knife around their waists, while women tattooed their faces, arms, and feet with bright blue-green patterns. These patterns are said to have the magic power to ward off evil, and the higher the status of the woman, the bluer the pattern.

And the pattern on Jeddah's feet is already blue and black, and the thorn is also very fine, which makes Hong Tao have a bold guess. It is not clear that the Bedouins have not completely abandoned this tradition for hundreds of years, but have only transformed it slightly, not scribbling on the cheeks, and tattooing more hidden parts.

"Do you know the Bedouins well?" Jeddah was indeed different, even if his identity was revealed by Hong Tao, he was still unhurried, and his breathing did not change, and he stretched both feet out of his robe and showed Hong Tao the complete pattern.

In fact, it is not complete, Hong Tao guessed correctly this time, the tattoo is indeed in the hidden part, extending from the instep to the calf and not over. Further up, he couldn't see it, and apparently Jeddah didn't mean to let him continue looking.

"I don't know much about it, but I knew a Bedouin chief a long, long time ago and lived in their tribe for a few days. It seems that his name is Fatim, and his daughter also has similar patterns on her face and arms as yours, is this a constellation?"

Jeddah was right to ask, how did he know these Bedouin tattoos? The answer is to open his mouth and come, Hong Tao carried out the Bedouin chief he had met in Muska Harbor, but he just didn't say the specific time. You can't believe it yet, but you can't believe it all, and if you ask me again, I won't say anything.

"No way, I am the last heir of the Fatim clan, this is the emblem of my family, and the symbol of the head of the clan, how can there be a second, you are a liar!"

Originally, Hong Tao didn't take this nonsense seriously, just chatted casually, but he didn't expect it to be this nonsense that made him see how Jeddah was angry. Small Face ...... No, it should be an old face with a tense face, and her eyes are very scary, no wonder Hong Qi and Ma Chao are so afraid of her.

"Uh...... Maybe I'm mistaken, the patterns are all similar, and I think yours is more beautiful than theirs. "Okay, Hong Tao almost turned his back on it, hundreds of years have passed, and he actually met the descendants of the Fatim family, which is too coincidental.

It's a pity that I can't get close to her now, so I can't say that I know your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. It is estimated that if he dares to say that, the bearded man who drives the car will have to take out a knife and play with himself.

Now Hong Tao finally understands how Jeddah, as an Arab princess, could go to the United States to live alone, and she can't return to China at will, but she is so confident. The Bedouins are also an important ethnic group in Oman, and her mother must have married the king in order to appease the Bedouins. But Jeddah, as the sole heir of a large Bedouin tribe, could not live in his homeland for some reason and had to emigrate overseas.

But the Omani royal family did not dare to offend her, for fear of arousing the opposition of the Bedouins, and they had to eat and drink well, as long as they did not return to China and everything was negotiable, it could be regarded as a disguised political exile. After she is consumed to death, it is estimated that the inheritance will fall to the rest of the royal family, and there will be nothing to worry about.

"You're still lying, for hundreds of years there has been only one Bedouin tribe in the eastern part of the peninsula, Fatim!" Hong Tao's explanation did not make Jeddah extinguish the fire in the slightest, but only made him more angry. She took off her glasses and gritted her teeth to repeat the family's name.

“…… I apologize, I apologize, I read it from the book, isn't it a little boring, so I made a joke with you. Hong Tao was really convinced, how did he know that Fatim was so capable and unified the Bedouin tribes in the eastern part of the peninsula. Now we can't make up nonsense to fool people, and the only way is to quickly give in and strive for leniency.

"We'll talk about this later, put on the headscarf first, and don't talk nonsense after you go out!" At this time, the bearded man who was driving suddenly turned back to Jida and said something, and then Hong Tao was saved.

Gilda asked for the bearded headscarf and buckled it directly on Hong Tao's head. At this time, Hong Tao found that there was a five-story building not far ahead, with a trophy-shaped logo hanging on the wall, and a circle of English: Canossa Hospital.

Canossian Hospital arrived, it is said that it was founded by a congregation of sisters in the thirties of the last century, and it has always been a well-known private hospital in Hong Kong.

However, its appearance is a bit rubbed, a five-story building with a few gray floors, which is neither tall nor luxurious. Fortunately, the internal environment is really good, the single ward is wide and bright, and there are various colors to choose from, which is more suitable for long-term recuperation.

Ouyang Fanfan's ward was on the fourth floor, Ms. Bai had already come in advance, and she rolled her eyes after seeing Hong Tao's outfit, she thought it was Hong Tao's deliberate disguise. As for the two Arabs who followed behind, a man and a woman, they naturally became Hong Tao's accomplices, so they were more alike.

"Oh my God, why are you swollen all over!" Hong Tao didn't communicate much with Ms. Bai because of the presence of outsiders, so he directly pushed open the door of the ward, and then was dumbfounded.

There was a hospital bed by the window, on which sat a little fat man in pajamas, attacking a large red apple. If you don't look at your face, Hong Tao really thinks that he has gone to the wrong room.

"Wow...... You have no conscience, there will be no one to leave me, woo woo woo ......" A strange-looking person suddenly walked in outside, Ouyang Fanfan was stunned for a moment, then looked at it, and immediately recognized Hong Tao, and then the big apple in his hand flew out, and at the same time the crying and scolding also followed, the only thing that was not there was tears.

"Click...... Click...... This apple is not delicious, it is too sweet, not sour, and not crispy, so it is okay not to eat it. You see your face is all fried, why are you eating so hard?"

Hong Tao caught the apple as soon as he stretched out his hand, opened his mouth to take a bite, only chewed a few times and swallowed it directly, and then shook his hand again, and the apple went into the trash can next to the bed. Only then did he sit on the edge of the bed and pinch the flesh on Ouyang Fanfan's face, pulling it on the left side and pulling it on the right.

"I hate it, it's not for the sake of making the child stronger, I'm going to suffer a big sin for him. Look at this belly, you can't go out to meet people!" "Seeing that his tricks of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself didn't work, Ouyang Fanfan didn't pretend anymore, and lifted his pajamas, revealing his bulging belly and began to be coquettish.

"Damn, look at it, look at it, the green tendons are exposed, and the belly is about to burst. In the past, I said that I would not let you have children, but I would not listen, you see what is so good about this, after giving birth, you have to play with your life to lose this meat. Hong Tao fulfilled Ouyang Fanfan's wish this time, not only gently touched her big belly with his hand, but also leaned his face on her belly and rubbed it.

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