"I've taken my medicine. "

Before Nanbei finished speaking, she was beaten and hugged by Song Qingran, her body was off the ground, she was weak all over, afraid that she would fall, so she subconsciously stretched out her hand and hooked his neck.

It was about to be sick, and her brain's reaction was a little sluggish, and she was stunned for a moment before she began to struggle.

Song Qingran had a calm face, her chin line was tight, her contours were cold and hard, and the strength in her hand became bigger and bigger, firmly holding her in her arms without saying a word.

Nanbei didn't have much strength, and her body was hot, maybe because of this, her senses were more sensitive, she could feel the cold air and coolness on Song Qingran's body, and she could also feel his tight muscle lines, with a sense of security.

"Song Qingran, you let go of me, I can go by myself. "

Song Qingran acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

The struggle between the north and the south is getting worse and worse. This is where she works, Song Qingran just carried her out, I don't know how many employees will see it, and how many strange rumors there are.

Song Qingran wrinkled his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and asked him, his tone was cold, but the speed of his speech was helpless and gentle: "Go to the hospital?"

The north and the south do not speak.

Song Qingran smiled: "Okay, then I'll take you out." As he spoke, he was about to open the office door, and Nanbei could already hear the bustling voices outside the office door, she twisted her eyebrows and said, "Okay." "

Song Qingran smiled even deeper, didn't say anything more, and put the north and south down.

The legs of the north and south fell to the ground, and there was an unreal feeling of fatigue in the disease.

Song Qingran followed behind her and said, "You are very hot, take care of your body." "

The expression on Nanbei's face was very light, and she slowly walked towards the elevator, the elevator door closed, and there were only her and Song Qingran inside, she said, "I can go by myself." "

Song Qingran: "I'm going to the hospital too." "

Nanbei was very sick, and she didn't say anything more.

*

After the doctor drew blood. I gave the north and south infusions.

Nanbei sat in a chair in the infusion room, her eyes staring down at the back of her hand, the nurse's needle pierced into the blood vessel, the blood flowed backwards, and then slowly flowed back in.

The nurse said, "Sir, come with me to get your girlfriend's medicine." "

The nurse didn't think much about it, she just watched Song Qingran running up and down, and she knew the north and south very well and was very considerate, so she naturally thought that the two would be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Nanbei pursed his lower lip and remained silent.

Song Qingran's deep voice reached her ears: "Okay." "

Although there was only a simple word, Nanbei seemed to be able to hear his joy from it, she felt ironic, is everyone like this, very cheap, when she liked him so much, he was so cold, and now she doesn't want to pay attention to him, he pretends to be upside down and humble.

The infusion potion was cold, and the back of her hand was stained with a little coldness.

She closed her eyes, her lips dry.

The images that flashed in front of her were all from the past twenty years, bits and pieces, when she loved someone. It's really humble, she realized it when she was in the game, but at that time, she was willing to endure it for love, and she finally let go.

Nanbei wants to make his heart a little harder, a little harder.

Otherwise, how can she be worthy of herself who has lived so lowly in the past twenty years, and that unformed appearance.

After a while, Song Qingran came back. He walked in with the medicine in his hand, he walked in with a light step, he looked at the north and south, the north and the south leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes, and only then did she remove the mask of indifference that she had put on him.

Song Qingran looked at her quietly, his heart was full, this feeling was only around Nanbei, he had it, at this time, Nanbei also had a little bit of the past, his face was very small, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, because of the fever, his lips were very red, and his cheeks were also a little rouge, beautiful and weak, and he was lovable.

There was a blanket on the chair beside him, and he bent down, took the blanket, and covered it very lightly over Nanbei's body, as if it were a treasure.

His phone vibrated and he glanced at it. While walking outside, I answered the phone.

What he didn't see was that Nanbei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and they didn't open after all.

After the infusion, Nanbei was a little sleepy, and her eyelids were very heavy under the effect of the medicine, Song Qingran drove her back, she leaned on the passenger seat, turned her head sideways to the window, closed her eyes and slept, looking like she didn't want to communicate with Song Qingran.

Song Qingran pulled the corners of his lower lip, didn't say anything, turned up the temperature of the heating in the car, turned the music into soft light music, the speed of the car was stable, and the performance of the car was good, until Nanbei downstairs, Nanbei still didn't wake up.

Song Qingran didn't get out of the car, just waited quietly in the car, he turned his head, and could only see the back of his head and some side lines in the north and south.

His chest tightened, laughing at himself for being really self-inflicted, and he couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't change the past, he met the north and the south again, and God gave him a chance to make up for it.

*

The sleep of the north and the south was groggy and seemed to be extraordinarily long.

In the dream, she was still currying favor with Song Qingran, it was them in college, thinking about it this way, she always felt that there was no shortage of girls around him, and felt that he had no feelings, but for so many years, she was the only one who had been by his side.

She used to mind his first love. She has seen them kiss for a long time, in fact, his feelings for his first love are just the initial heartbeat of his youth, and he can't withstand the ravages of time, when he doesn't care, no matter what that person does, he doesn't care, even if his first love becomes his sister-in-law.

Song Qingran and Jiang Sheng's engagement was the biggest blow to her.

The north and the south lack a sense of security, and the worldly recognized marriage and ethics are very important to her, she doesn't want to be a junior, a canary, and she doesn't want to be a despised character, not to mention that Jiang Sheng caused her to lose her child.

As soon as the picture turned, the timeline in the dream actually returned to high school.

Nanbei in school uniform followed behind Song Qingran, Song Qingran walked in front expressionlessly, with one hand in his pocket, and headphones in one ear.

Song Qingran was dragged by her and frowned, but straightened her lips and didn't say anything.

The north and south were inches in, and suddenly jumped up from behind, hugged him, he was hit by the sudden impact and almost staggered, his brows deepened, and his voice was deep: "North and south." His voice was warning.

Nanbei wrinkled his nose: "Hug it and you won't die." "

Song Qingran's mouth was poisonous: "You won't die, but others will think that you are a three-year-old mentally retarded." "

Nanbei is thick-skinned: "So you think I'm like a baby, then I'll call you Dad, Dad...... Daddy......"

Song Qingran: "......"

There are a lot of words in the north and south, and they chatter: "Seriously, Song Qingran, do you like children?"

Song Qingran, who is still a high school student: "......" he didn't even think about this topic.

Nanbei: "It's useless if you like children. "

Song Qingran: "......"

"Because I don't like it. The black eyes of the north and south are shining, the girl's cheeks are pink with the pink peach blossoms of spring, and the corners of her eyes are full of water. "I don't want to have a baby, it must be very painful, and I have to suffer a lot of sin, so uncomfortable. "

Song Qingran's chin line was cold and hard, and he didn't say a word.

North and South: "How good is the world of two people, with you and me, the world of two people has more people, how crowded it is......"

The deserted Song Qingran listened to the chatter of the north and the south, and at that moment, a lot of emotions and sarcasm appeared in his mind. There is disdain, and there is ridicule.

The young man's cold and vicious voice came with the wind: "Are you also worthy of having my child?"

The girl's cheeks were even redder, she was blushing, and her eyes were angry with fire: "Why don't you deserve it?" Song Qingran ignored her, and Nanbei shouted angrily: "Song Qingran, you are so capable, I swear that you will come back to beg me one day! When the time comes, you beg me to have children, give birth to one, ten, hundred, and I will not give birth to any of them." "

"Childish, boring. At that time, Song Qingran sneered and disagreed.

As a young man, he didn't know that his Song Qingran would be inseparable from the north and south all his life.

He didn't know that at that time, when he had an exclusive desire for the two-person world he told her, he had already admitted it.

*

Nanbei woke up, sat in a daze for a while, and then reacted, she was still in Song Qingran's car, she turned her eyes sideways and saw Song Qingran staring at her intently, her body was still covered with his coat, and his breath was full of his breath.

Nanbei pursed the corners of his lips, returned his clothes to him, took off his seat belt, and wanted to get out of the car, and said softly: "Thank you for sending me back." The voice was polite.

Song Qingran held her wrist, and her movements to get out of the car stalled slightly.

Song Qingran: "Beibei, I still want to say, I'm sorry, I didn't cherish you before." He thought, his eyes darkened a little, and the shadow of his thick black eyelashes inexplicably revealed a bit of loneliness and pity.

"I know I have a personality problem. Arrogant, selfish, possessive, insecure and sensitive. Song Qingran said this sentence with great difficulty, his voice was terrifyingly low, and word by word popped out of his throat.

In this proud life, Young Master Song has never despised himself like this, and in fact, he can't say that he is cheap, but he just admits the distortion and inadequacy of his character.

It's too hard.

When Nanbei was sleeping just now, Song Qingran thought a lot, so many thoughts, and finally precipitated, that is, love and redemption.

He never dared to admit that Young Master Song also had an inferiority complex.

The humble identity of the biological mother, the incloseness between the father and the self, the distortion of the mother and the complicated relationship between the Song family, most of the children who grow up in such an environment are not healthy.

The arrival of the north and the south is a tear in this home.

Song Qingran was so despicable that she vented her dissatisfaction on her, and she was at ease, who let this little girl have to pester him, who made her easily please his father, and who made her shameless......

Song Qingran said: "Beibei, I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, I just hope." Can you give me a chance...... I don't expect a response from you, as long as you agree that I'm there for you. "

"I'm sorry about the marriage certificate, it's because I don't respect you. "

"I regret it. His tone paused, and his eyelashes lowered, a little cautious in the light.

"However, I don't regret getting the certificate, I just regret that I should have made it clear to you in the first place. "

Nanbei pursed her lips, her gaze quietly falling on the front, and his words entered her ears. These days, he came to her and repeated these contents, and she already understood what he meant.

Song Qingran: "Now we are all single...... Beibei, give me another chance, okay?"

He's learning respect.

Nanbei sometimes just hates herself for not being the kind of unforgiving character, so when Song Qingran was self-reflecting, she, as a victim, also began self-reflection.

It's that she used to put her position too low, let herself be too humble, and she didn't respect herself herself. She lived as a canary, but she longed for Song Qingran to respect her.

It was she who was too obedient, and she indirectly connived at Song Qingran's wanton arrangement of her life.

Things in the past, both of them are at fault.

Nanbei was quiet for a long time, and only said, "I know." "

She struggled twice, Song Qingran let go, let her go, before going to bed, the moment she closed the curtains, she saw the black car downstairs, parked silently, and the people in the car may be looking in her direction.

Thinking of this, she suddenly pulled the curtains in a panic.

She leaned her back against the window, heard her heart beating fast, and closed her eyes.

Song Qingran in the car downstairs vaguely saw the slender and beautiful figure of the north and south, his thin lips outlined a warm arc, his chest was warm, his heart was beating, tight, and calm, and all kinds of emotions made him cherish them extraordinarily.

It was given to him by the North and the South.

In his life, he has only met such a woman.

She is the only one he loves, likes, and is excited about, and in the end he wants to be together all the time.

*

Nanbei was still sick, and when she went to work, she asked her assistant to help her order Chinese food, but as soon as the assistant went out, she came in with a thermos box in her hand.

Nanbei looked up with a smile and raised his eyebrows: "Bought it so quickly?"

"It's not. The assistant smiled ambiguously, with a deliberate sourness, "It was sent by Mr. Song." As she spoke, she walked in quickly, put her things on the table in front of Nanbei, and opened the lunch box with her hands and feet, and inside was fragrant porridge.

When Mr. Song's secretary sent it, he specially said that this was made by Mr. Song himself. The assistant said in an envious tone, "Oh my God, Beibei, Mr. Song is too good, he loves his wife, and he can cook, Song always has to come in person, but the company has something temporary, and he must go in person, so he asked the assistant to send it." "

The assistant put down the porridge and walked out, not disturbing the north and south.

Nanbei smelled the aroma of porridge, patient, I don't know if I was competing with myself or with Song Qingran, even if I was already hungry, I still finished the work in my hand first, and then I started to drink porridge.

Taste ok.

Suffice it to say, not bad.

Song Qingran has made progress in the past two years.

Originally, she might have guessed. It was marriage that trained him, but he and Jiang Sheng had no marital relationship, and his attitude towards the Jiang family was not like an in-law......

The Song Group is probably Song Qingran's word, the Song Group has developed well in recent years, Song Qingran directly said that Nanbei is his wife, which is equivalent to a slap in the face of the Jiang family, and I didn't see anyone from the Jiang family come out to say a few words, and even no one in the Song family dared to say anything.

Nanbei hooked the corners of his lower lip sarcastically, and returned to expressionlessness.

So, time is of the essence. If Song Qingran had the current power two years ago, why would the relationship between them be like this.

Maybe it was the porridge that was appetizing, but after a while, she drank all the porridge, and not long after she finished drinking, she received a text message on her mobile phone.

is from an unfamiliar number, but at a glance, you can guess that it is Song Qingran.

"Does the porridge taste okay?"

Nanbei stared at this short sentence, and laughed inexplicably, she felt that she was really good at making up for her brain, and she actually saw that Song Qingran was a little cautious.

Seeing that she didn't reply, Song Qingran's message came again: "Have you tasted it? If it doesn't taste good, don't drink it, I'll ask the secretary to order a meal for you, are you feeling better today? Remember to take medicine, I'll pick you up at night, right?"

Nanbei originally made up his mind not to reply to his messages, but his messages kept coming, and Nanbei had to use his mobile phone again, so he would always see his messages.

She suddenly had some bad thoughts, and replied indifferently: "It's unpalatable." "

Song Qingran quickly replied to the message, and it turned out to be a serious look: "Is the taste heavy, it will be improved next time, I asked the assistant to re-deliver the food, remember to take medicine." "

Nanbei furrowed his brows.

Under the bombardment of his news, he first wanted to block him, but Song Qingran definitely didn't know more than this way to contact her, and he didn't know what he would do.

In the end, he replied impatiently: "You are so annoying." But with a little girl-like coquettishness.

Song Qingran on the other end chuckled lightly, and said with some pampering: "Okay." "

*

Jiang Sheng only knew that Song Qingran was terrible, but she didn't know that Song Qingran was terrible like this, she now knew that Song Qingran and her marriage certificate were fake from beginning to end, that is to say, Song Qingran was deceiving her and the Jiang family from the beginning, she originally thought that Song Qingran was gaining power before she began to take revenge on the Jiang family.

Jiang Sheng was so angry that she smashed everything in the villa, she dropped the vase, but her hand was cut by shards, and the blood was dripping, and her eyes were red and tears were faint.

"Song Qingran, brute. "

If there is anything she regrets the most, it is that the good Miss Jiang family is inappropriate, she has to like Song Qingran and become the second wife of the Song family, in exchange for a life like a prisoner, and let the Jiang family be a stepping board for Song Qingran in vain, and also hurt the Jiang family.

She's stupid.

Jiang Sheng's movement was so loud that her personal bodyguard immediately pushed the door in, and the man's serious face tightly locked his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

He saw her blood and was a little nervous: "I'll go get the medicine box." "

"No, I don't. Jiang Sheng's eyes were hateful, staring at him, and he actually began to insult viciously, "Waste, useless man, waste." "

The man's eyes sank.

Jiang Sheng smiled: "Are you not convinced? Seeing your son call someone else's father every day, are you happy?" she said, and saw the little boy walking slowly towards the door from behind the man.

Jiang Sheng's eyes were even more vicious, looking at him with endless disgust, she blamed all her unsatisfactory to the child: "It's all you, it's all because of you, it's all because of you that I have fallen to the point where I am now! Why don't you die?"

The man protected the child, tightened his face, and whispered, "You go out first, don't pay attention to her." "

Jiang Sheng looked at the child's eyes like crazy: "I'm going to kill him!" Song Qingran doesn't recognize me, right? But everyone knows that he has a son, what if this son dies? Song Qingran will definitely ......

The man's face was terrifying, he held back his anger, and angrily reprimanded: "Jiang Sheng, are you crazy? This is your child!!"