Standing at the door of Fang Qingran's room, silent for a long time, Fang Qingming took out a free hand and slowly knocked on the door.

The conversation in the room immediately stopped, and the two people in the room seemed to be stunned for a few seconds before someone ran over to open the door with a small step in their slippers.

It was Fang Qingran who came to open the door, he and Fang Qingming looked at each other wordlessly for two seconds, and then said angrily: "What are you doing here?"

Combined with the bad things Fang Qingran said to Song Xiangran that Fang Qingming had just heard, and now hearing Fang Qingran talking to himself in this tone, Fang Qingming felt his eyebrows move, and there was a sense of anger.

It seems that Fang Qingran, this kid, is in a good and bad mood, he obviously feels that the two brothers got along quite harmoniously some time ago, but why did he suddenly become full of gunpowder?

Besides, Fang Qingran has nothing to be angry about, it is he Fang Qingming who likes Song Xiangran, he is not angry Fang Qingran turned his elbow out, and he didn't help himself.

But Fang Qingming didn't bother to bother with Fang Qingran, after all, he had a lot of adults, and Song Xiangran was still watching from behind, so he couldn't be as knowledgeable as him.

"Fruit and milk, love or not. After Fang Qingming opened his mouth, he found that he had no way not to worry about Fang Qingran.

Because as soon as Fang Qingming spoke, he couldn't help but want to be angry with Fang Qingran.

Fang Qingran and Fang Qingming's mode of getting along has always been unpleasant to each other, so Fang Qingran didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this.

It's just that after taking the plate in Fang Qingming's hand, Fang Qingran was stunned, because there were not only fruits that Song Xiangran liked to eat, but also what he liked to eat.

Fang Qingran looked at the fruit on the plate, hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, raised his head and whispered to Fang Qingming, "Thank you." "

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qingran closed the door.

Fang Qingming looked at the door that suddenly appeared in front of him, and his brows furrowed.

This Fang Qingran, what would happen if he said thank you and made a louder voice, and turned himself away so quickly.

After Fang Qingming left, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingran chatted comfortably while enjoying eating the fruits that had been washed and cut by Fang Qingming.

"Qingran, why is your relationship with your brother so tense?" Song Xiangran picked up a round black grape, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Grapes are Fang Qingran's favorite fruits, usually if anyone touches his grapes, Fang Qingran will definitely turn his face and deny people.

But Song Xiangran is a magical existence, since Song Xiangran appeared, Fang Qingran felt that the Fang family's life had undergone some subtle changes.

In the past, although Chen Meiyun was also enthusiastic, it was all on the surface, and the two brothers Qingming and Fang Qingran were even more strict.

On the contrary, Fang Weihua played the role of saying good things.

Not only Fang Qingming, sometimes, Fang Qingran couldn't help but wonder if Song Xiangran was Chen Meiyun's biological daughter.

But what Fang Qingran didn't know was that the relationship between the Fang family and the Song family was extraordinary, on the one hand, because Song Xiangran was the daughter of Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo, and on the other hand, Chen Meiyun and Fang Weihua really liked Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran seems to be born with a charm of being close to people, and anyone who gets along with her will feel that Song Xiangran is a trustworthy person.

In fact, Song Xiangran is indeed a trustworthy person, at least she has never told her the secrets that others told her.

It's just that for Song Xiangran in this life, those childhood secrets were forgotten as early as the sad life of the previous life, so when Song Xiangran said that she didn't remember, she really didn't remember.

Since it was Song Xiangran who asked him this question, Fang Qingran felt that it was okay to tell Song Xiangran what he really thought in his heart.

Although Song Xiangran ate Fang Qingran's favorite grape, Fang Qingran didn't care much about this problem in his heart.

Song Xiangran found that Fang Qingran had been staring at the grapes in his hand, he was stunned, turned his head to look at the grapes on the plate, it turned out that unconsciously, Song Xiangran had already eaten half of it.

"Oh, Qingran, don't you like to eat grapes, I'm sorry, this grape is so delicious, I ate half of it without paying attention. Song Xiangran withdrew his hand embarrassedly.

But somehow, the Fang family's fruits seemed to be delicious, and Song Xiangran stretched out his hand to the orange next to him again.

The oranges were all cut into petals by Fang Qingming and placed neatly on the plate.

One of Song Xiangran's favorite fruits is oranges.

When Chen Meiyun was at home before, she chatted with Song Xiangran a few times about eating, and Song Xiangran inadvertently said what she liked to eat a few times, but she didn't expect that Fang Qingming would silently remember it.

Thinking like this, Song Xiangran felt that the orange in his mouth seemed to be more tender, juicy and sweet.

"It's okay, you're half and I'm half, just right. Fang Qingran smiled, and then followed Song Xiangran's example just now, picked up a grape, and threw it into his mouth.

Even Song Xiangran almost forgot the question he had just asked by the other party Qingran, but Fang Qingran suddenly spoke.

"Actually, it's not that I don't like Fang Qingming. Fang Qingran said with some slurred words while eating.

Song Xiangran took the orange's hand, looked at Fang Qingran and asked, "Then why do you always look like Fang Qingming is not pleasing to the eye?"

"Because I just don't like Fang Qingming. Fang Qingran looked at Song Xiangran with a "do you still need to ask" expression and said.

For a moment, Song Xiangran didn't know what to say, thinking that maybe this was the generation gap between her and Fang Qingran, and then took out a grape from the plate in front of Fang Qingran.

Fang Qingran immediately looked at Song Xiangran vigilantly, and Song Xiangran had no choice but to put the grapes back with embarrassment.

This Fang Qingran usually looks quite generous, how can he be so stingy when he eats grapes.

"Maybe other people will think that I am inexplicable and vexatious. Fang Qingran stuffed the grape that Song Xiangran had just taken into his mouth, and then regardless of whether Song Xiangran took care of him or not, he began to talk to himself.

Song Xiangran had never seen Fang Qingran who talked so much, and for a moment, she had to wonder if she had gone to the wrong set.

It turned out that Fang Qingran, who didn't like to talk on weekdays, had so many words, and Song Xiangran suddenly felt that Fang Qingran was down-to-earth.

It's not normal for a boy of this age to like to have broken thoughts.

But the things Fang Qingran said did make Song Xiangran doubt life a little.

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