Song Qingran sat up very lightly, staring at the sleeping face of the north and south, he bent down and gently ruffled her hair, revealing her beautiful side face, her nose line was smooth and straight, the tip of her nose was very small, her red lips were slightly open, and she was breathing softly.

He pursed his lips, his hand gently moving down, and then, pressed against her stomach.

Actually, I don't feel anything. He shuddered, rolled his Adam's apple, withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at her, got out of bed, and walked out of the balcony.

He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, leaning against the railing, watching the scarlet fire engulf the cigarette butt, he took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it, as the nicotine passed through his chest and lungs, it could slowly calm him down.

He didn't wait for a cigarette to run out. He extinguished the cigarette butt, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can on the side, blew in the wind for a while, and waited until the smell of the cigarette on his body dissipated before returning to the bedroom.

He lay down on the bed and gently hugged the north and south.

In his sleep, Nanbei subconsciously curled up in a ball and pressed against Song Qingran's chest, as if he was born with a chime.

Song Qingran's chest rose and fell slightly, he closed his eyes, and unconsciously, he and Nanbei had been together for so many years. Time is silent, every time he sees her, he can feel new, it seems that he has never been bored, sometimes he thinks, she should be by his side for the rest of his life. Waiting for him.

*

Song Qingran's movements were very fast, and the next morning, when Nanbei was still asleep, she vaguely heard a small sound from the living room, she opened her eyes and found herself lying in Song Qingran's arms, she was dazed, and she didn't think about struggling.

Song Qingran's voice came from above his head: "Don't you sleep a little longer?"

Nanbei shook his head: "What's the sound outside?"

"Auntie is cooking, she gets up if she doesn't want to sleep, and we get up to eat. "

Song Qingran got up first, and Nanbei was about to get up, but he suddenly frowned. Covering her mouth, she hurried out of bed and ran into the toilet, where she turned on the faucet and stifled the sound of retching.

Song Qingran had a calm face, his dark eyes were deep, he walked out and explained something to his aunt, who nodded respectfully, and then brought out breakfast.

After a while, Nanbei came out of the room, her face was slightly pale, and her fingertips were a little cold.

Song Qingran looked at her calmly: "Are you feeling unwell?" I'll take you to the hospital to see." "

"No, I'm fine, it's just a little uncomfortable in the morning. The North and the South replied lightly.

"Are you still working today?"

North and South nodded.

The crease between Song Qingran's eyebrows deepened, and he straightened his lips, as if he was a little unhappy: "If you are not feeling well, you should rest at home." He paused and said. "Beibei, I can afford to raise you, and the Song family can also afford to raise you. "

Nanbei raised his eyes, and his hand that was drinking porridge stopped, as if he was a little unhappy: "Song Qingran, do you look down on my work?"

Song Qingran smiled when he heard this, and took a long time: "How dare I look down on you, big doctor." "

"And said no. Nanbei smiled, "I know you can afford to raise me, and the Song family can also afford to raise me, but I don't, I want to be able to support myself!" There was another sentence, she didn't say it, the Song family and Song Qingran couldn't support her for a lifetime.

Song Qingran didn't think much about it, he said: "Lu Yan will run the project, and I will work here in the near future." "

Nanbei's eyelashes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. Then she suddenly remembered Su Xiang's matter, took a deep breath, and looked at Song Qingran: "By the way, have you seen Su Xiang?"

Song Qingran's face was calm, his thoughts turned faster than others, and he asked rhetorically, "Is she here?"

"Looks like you haven't seen her. Nanbei lowered his head and drank the porridge again.

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows: "I've been busy with projects recently. How could I have time to see her?" he said, his face sinking a little, "I told you before that it's okay to mess with her. "

Nanbei grinned: "I didn't mess with her, she took the initiative to provoke me, look at it, your ex-girlfriend is going to marry your brother, and she still refuses to let me go." "

When her words fell, Song Qingran's face became even more gloomy, and his black eyes stared at the north and south, showing displeasure.

Nanbei said, "Then you know that she is pregnant for you?" Her tone was fluttering, but it smashed like a heavy stone in the quiet living room.

Song Qingran's face was so heavy that he could drip water, his eyes were gloomy, his anger was obvious, and his masseter muscles were tightly tensed: "North and south." "

Nanbei was not afraid of his anger at all, and still smiled: "What's the matter, did I say it wrong? Su Xiang told me personally." "

Song Qingran clenched his fingers. staring at the north and south for a long time, he gritted his teeth a little: "Eat first." "

Nanbei looked at him angrily, and her mood was a little better because of morning sickness in the morning, she smiled, scooped up the porridge and continued to eat, and was in the mood to greet the aunt on the side: "You eat too." "

The aunt was almost frightened by the anger of these two people, and she shook her head when she dared to sit down and eat.

Song Qingran ate quickly, and he stared at the north and south for the second half of the journey, his eyes were faint, and he waited until the north and south had eaten almost before he opened his mouth. The voice was cold: "Su Xiang's child is not mine." "

The eyelashes curled north and south blinked: "Oh. "

Song Qingran calmly explained: "Where did you meet her?"

Nan Nan pursed his lips and didn't answer his question, but said, "I thought that Second Young Master Song was so great that he could let a woman who was pregnant with her own child marry her brother with her own child." "

Song Qingran tightly locked his eyebrows. The thin lips are pursed into a straight line without curvature.

Nan Nan: "Song Qingran, how do you know that the child is not yours?" she asked, standing up and walking to the room, ready to simply put on makeup and go to work.

Song Qingran didn't answer her boring question. He also had clothes left on the north and south sides, and he walked in, pulled out his suit, and said, "I'll take you to work later." "

Song Qingran drove steadily, the two didn't talk much along the way, and when they arrived at the hospital, they got out of the car and waved at him, but Song Qingran grabbed her wrist, stared at her eyes, and said in a calm tone: "You don't get close to Su Xiang in the future, you know? Her child is not mine, and it can't be mine, not to mention, you know, I won't leave a child out of wedlock." "

Nanbei was slightly stunned, came back to her senses, smiled and walked into the hospital, and when she made sure that Song Qingran couldn't see it, she leaned against the wall a little weakly, she touched her stomach, and quickly took it back.

Yes, she knows that Song Qingran will not leave a child out of wedlock, and he will not marry her, so what should she do with the baby in her belly?

*

The day before, Nanbei was still worried about the child in her belly, and the next morning, when she and Song Qingran were still asleep, Song Qingran's mobile phone suddenly vibrated and the ringtone was harsh.

She knows. This is the ringtone that Song Qingran specially set for Grandpa Song, as soon as Song Qingran heard the ringtone, he opened his eyes, and answered the phone quickly, his face was serious.

Nanbei rubbed his eyes, and his heart was beating all the time. There was a faint feeling that it was not very good.

Song Qingran hung up the phone, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and said, "Grandpa is sick and hospitalized." "

The heart that had been hanging in the north and south finally fell heavily to the ground, and she frowned: "Is it serious?"

"In first aid, we have to go back now. "

Song Qingran called the assistant to book a plane ticket, and when Nanbei went out, he knocked on the aunt's door and asked the aunt to come into the bedroom to help pack Song Qingran's luggage, while she packed her own.

Before it was dark, the two rushed to the airport, and LEE was already waiting for the two of them at the airport.

After the plane took off, Nanbei was still asleep, she was a little sleepy after she was pregnant, and when she woke up, she found that she was leaning on Song Qingran's shoulder, and Song Qingran was protecting her while working, he noticed the movement in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Wake up, eat something, pad your stomach." "

"Hmm. When Nanbei was eating bread, he couldn't help but think of the sick Grandpa Song, Grandpa Song has always been the backbone of the Song family, his body has been healthy in recent years, and his son has not dared to make a mistake, and has been trying to maintain the surface peace, and his two grandsons are the same, on the surface, no one dares to fight.

However, after Grandpa Song fell ill this time, the situation was difficult to say, and the peace of the Song family was about to be disrupted, and she could predict that a big storm would come soon.

After the plane landed in London, there was the Song family's car waiting, and not long after, another plane landed.

Song Qingran and Nanbei hurried to the hospital, Grandpa Song had already left the operating room, but at this time, the family members could not visit, Song Yancheng, Jiang Fu and Song Yanshu were all outside the door of the ward, Jiang Fu was worried, her fingers were tightly intertwined, and when she saw Song Qingran, she stood up and said: "Your grandfather was thinking about you before he fell ill, fortunately you came back, and when grandpa woke up, I went to see him and make him happy." "