He rolled his throat and asked, "Are you sick?" He heard the exhaustion in her voice, and then remembered that Nanbei was still angry with him yesterday, and if something hadn't really happened, the little fox might not have bowed to him.

Nanbei was just about to speak, when she heard Su Xiang's voice coming from the other end of the phone, she didn't seem to feel well, coughed lightly, and asked gently: "Qingran, is the rock sugar pear water okay?"

Song Qingran didn't answer her, but asked Nanbei again: "Are you sick?" I'll ask Doctor Ouyang to come over and take a look, are you in the apartment?"

Nanbei red lips moved slightly, she wanted to speak, she wanted to tell him, she was uncomfortable, she was sick, she missed him, she needed him, she didn't want a doctor, these words were obviously on her lips, but it seemed to be blocked by something, so that she could barely breathe and couldn't spit out anything.

Su Xiang coughed anxiously again, she didn't know what she was doing, and suddenly screamed slightly: "Ah, it hurts......" There was a sound of pots and pans colliding on the other end of the phone, there was some confusion for a while, the footsteps were hurried, Song Qingran seemed to take the phone farther away, his slightly deep voice was a little distant and blurred, and he could hear his little nervousness: "Don't touch the pot first, I'll come." ”

Su Xiang seemed to feel a little guilty: "I'm sorry, cough...... Cough...... Aunt Zhao is not ...... today."

"It doesn't matter. Song Qingran's voice was cold, but it had the power to calm people, "It's okay." ”

Nanbei listened quietly to the movement on the other end, hot tears fell silently, biting his lower lip tightly, and his body was so soft that it seemed to step on cotton wool.

She could actually hang up the phone, but she didn't want to, she didn't dare, she still had to wait for Song Qingran to save her family after she dealt with his pink confidante.

Su Xiang seemed to have touched the pot with rock sugar pears, his fingers were burned, Song Qingran simply turned off the fire, remembering that Nanbei was still talking to him, he glanced at the mobile phone screen, time was still passing minute by minute, and Nanbei didn't know how long he had waited.

He "heyed", and then whispered, "You lie down first, and I'll let Doctor Ouyang go over immediately." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the north and south, his voice at this moment has a little guilty tenderness, such gentleness only has the power to hurt people, without the slightest happy warmth.

Nanbei thought, Song Qingran didn't even know that she started her internship and work today, before she came back from the United States, she clearly told him that she would go to the internship plan when she came back, and briefly mentioned the internship a few days ago, but he didn't remember it at all, his memory was excellent, he didn't remember, just because he didn't care.

Nan Nan gently pulled the corners of her mouth, she restrained the trembling of her voice, suppressed the rest of her words, and only said: "I'm fine, you don't need to call Doctor Ouyang, you transfer me 10 million, RMB." Her tone was flat.

Song Qingran was slightly stunned, 10 million is not a small amount, he pursed his lips, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his tone was very calm: "You contact LEE and ask him to transfer it to you." "LEE IS HIS ASSISTANT.

After Song Qingran finished speaking, he hung up the phone, Nanbei listened to the rapid "beep" sound on the phone, his eyes were a little straight, and finally, he laughed, and the laughter was pale.

LEE QUICKLY TRANSFERRED THE ACCOUNT TO NANBEI, WITH A POLITE AND UNFAMILIAR TONE: "MISS NAN, THIS IS THE 10 MILLION THAT MR. SONG ORDERED TO TRANSFER TO YOU." Such a skillful movement process is like sending other women around Song Qingran.

Nanbei continued to work in the clinic for an afternoon, and she didn't have the strength to drive in the evening, so she took a taxi back to the apartment, she didn't want to wronged herself, so she ordered herself takeout from a five-star hotel, forced herself to eat, and then rushed the medicine, changed her pajamas, and then slept in the quilt.

She woke up in the middle of the night, the curtains were closed, the apartment was dark and dreary, and it seemed to be empty, very lonely, her throat was dry and painful, and her body was still uncomfortable, she lifted the quilt, got out of bed, it was a little cold, her pores were tight, she turned on the small light, and went to the kitchen to boil water to drink.

She stared at the kettle in a daze, listening to the sound of water bubbles in the kettle, and unconsciously remembered that Song Qingran had also boiled sugar water for Su Xiang, they had been together for so long, and the eldest young master hadn't done anything for her, but it was she, in order to please this stinky uncle, she was cooking and making desserts.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

The water was already boiling, Nanbei took out the water cup and poured water, and then walked out of the kitchen with the water, but was startled by the tall man who suddenly appeared in the living room, her hand shook, and the hot water almost fell on her hand.

Song Qingran took off his coat and was wearing a gray woolen sweater, his eyes were calm and dark, staring at the abnormal flush on Nanbei's face, strode over, and touched her forehead.

The temperature is hot.

Nanbei didn't raise his eyes, nor did he move, quietly staring at the lines of the sweater on his chest.

"You're sick. Song Qingran said.

"Hmm. ”

"If you're sick, tell me in time. ”

"I told you, will you come to me immediately, even if you are by Su Xiang's side?"

Song Qingran pursed her thin lips, as if forbearing: "We are talking about your illness, what does it have to do with Su Xiang?"

"There is a relationship. Nanbei felt that she was very sober and crazy at the moment, and people often did things that were out of her mind in the middle of the night, and she now had a very strong urge, "I think, dirty." ”