"Yes, I killed him, and I don't deserve to mention him...... Beibei, I've been thinking about how I can make it up, but I know that I can't do anything to make it up. "

Song Qingran recognized everything.

Nanbei closed his eyes, and there was a pain in his chest.

Both of them fell silent, neither of them knowing what to say, and the tense atmosphere slowly dissipated.

Good for a while. Nanbei said, "Let go of me, you hurt me." "

Song Qingran heard this, his movements stiffened, and then, slowly let go of his hand, at this time, he felt that his stomach hurt even more, he picked up the boiled water on the table, and took the stomach medicine.

Nanbei still maintained his posture with his back to him, and said softly, "Song Qingran." The body is your own, only those who care about you will feel distressed, you don't have to use the body as a bargaining chip. "

Song Qingran moved lightly: "Hmm." "

Nanbei soothed his tone: "By the way, congratulations, after so many years of business, you finally won the Song family." "

Song Qingran: "Hmm." "

Nanbei stared at the light in a daze, the glass chandelier was dazzling, and her eyes were full of white light.

I don't know how long it took, Song Qingran suddenly heard a very soft voice from the north and south: "Where is the tomb?"

"London. I'll take you. Song Qingran said hoarsely.

"Good. "

After Song Qingran took the medicine, he eased up for a while. He asked softly, "Did you eat today?"

"Eat. "

Song Qingran glanced at the table, she was probably busy with work, and her three meals were perfunctory, but she was obviously still sick.

He sighed inwardly and said, "What do you want to eat? "

The north and the south don't look at him. He said very coldly, "I don't eat it." If you're comfortable, just leave. "

"I want to eat. Song Qingran smiled.

At this time, Nanbei really glanced back at him, she unconsciously wrinkled her brows, and felt that Song Qingran's face was a lot thicker now.

Song Qingran lowered his eyebrows and smiled, he lay down for a while, the suit on his body was already a little wrinkled, he took off his coat, put it on the back of the sofa, and rolled up his sleeves. Revealing sleek arms.

He went into the kitchen.

Nanbei looked at his back, and for a moment, he felt that his figure was a little out of harmony with the kitchen, since she knew him in childhood, he was a noble son who was far away from the kitchen, and in the past, it was all women who tried their best to please him and take care of him.

She was also one of those many women.

Unexpectedly, after she left, he became such a good man.

Song Qingran's magnetic voice came from the kitchen: "What do you want to eat, the shrimp and scallop batter you used to make for me before?"

When Nanbei spoke, his tone inevitably carried a little indifference and sarcasm: "Mr. Song has begun to learn to please other women in the past few years?"

Song Qingran chuckled: "Well, after you left, I often thought of the food you cooked, and I thought, wait until I see you." I also want to cook for you, so that you also like the food I cook, so that you are reluctant to leave me ruthlessly, even if you leave me, you must think of me from time to time as I miss you. "

Nanbei pursed the corners of his lips and stopped answering his words.

*

Song Qingran cooked the noodles, filled two bowls, and brought them out.

The soft light hit his silhouette, and his smile was a little warm, and he propped his hands on the table, looking down at her with an unnatural look of anticipation on his face.

The taste of the noodles smells fresh and makes you feel appetizing, and there are eggs lying inside. There are greens, and there are also chopped shallots.

He couldn't help but ask her, "Is it delicious?"

Nanbei said in a light tone: "I haven't eaten yet." "

Song Qingran didn't care, he sat opposite her, and began to brag lightly: "I will cook a lot of dishes now, what do you want to eat." You can tell me. "

Nanbei: "Thank you, I have a housekeeping aunt." "

Song Qingran ate noodles, he was hungry, and he ate noodles quickly, but it was always due to the upbringing of the noble son, even if he ate quickly, he was not embarrassed.

He commented on his cooking: "It's delicious. "

Nanbei: "......" She eats noodles slowly, although she thinks the taste is okay, but after eating for a while, she can't eat it anymore.

She put her chopsticks down and wiped her mouth.

"Can't you eat it?" asked Song Qingran on the other side.

"Hmm. "

Then, Nanbei saw Song Qingran pick up her bowl and eat the leftover noodles she ate slowly, without any disgust.

Eating what the other party was left over from was something she had never thought about. But Song Qingran did it so naturally.

Nanbei wanted to say something, but after all, she didn't speak, but the thought that flashed was that it was fortunate that she didn't eat the noodles messily just now, Song Qingran wanted to be a dog, and she would eat leftovers if she liked.

*

After eating, Song Qingran consciously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and tabletop, and when he finished cooking, he continued to lean on the sofa, picked up his mobile phone, and dealt with some backlog of mail.

After replying to the message. He saw a new message from his assistant.

"Mr. Song, look, Miss Jiang in the villa is causing trouble again. "

Song Qingran's eyes sank, the ice under his eyes loomed, and he tensed his outline. The lip line was clear and cold, and he scanned the news and roughly knew what was going on.

But in an instant, he made a decision.

He stood up and walked outside the balcony. Call the special assistant: "Send a statement to make it clear that I have nothing to do with Jiang Sheng, by the way, find someone to blow up the matter of Jiang Sheng and the bodyguard, that child, you let people protect his relevant information, and also make public the statement that he is not my biological son." "

At the same time as Song Qingran was on the phone, Nanbei in the living room was also taking time to browse the news on the Internet and saw the actions Jiang Sheng did.

Nanbei was a little bored, her originally peaceful life was pulled back to the previous chaos by Song Qingran.

She raised her head and saw Song Qingran, and she was even more cold.

Song Qingran knew that he was making Nanbei uncomfortable again, he smiled, bowed down and made a small face, with a sincere attitude: "Beibei, I have already asked people to deal with those things that Jiang Sheng did, and the public will soon know that I have nothing to do with her, and that child is not mine." "

Nan Nan lowered his eyes lightly, and his voice was very soft: "Mr. Song is really ruthless, Jiang Sheng has nothing to do with you? Not his former fiancée, oh no, it should be said that it is your pedal to the top." She sneered, "Song Qingran, do you feel that you are very shameless, in order to seize power." Stepping on a woman to go up. "

"Hmm. Song Qingran's Adam's apple moved up and down, "I'm shameless." "

As long as she can vent her anger and let him say anything, he is willing.

Nanbei's chest heaved: "It's time for you to go, it's late." "

Song Qingran glanced at the time. Still left, and when he left, he also took away the garbage that was piled up in the north and south to be thrown away.

Nanbei didn't go to see him off, quietly listening to the sound of the door closing behind him.

*

When Song Qingran went downstairs, he met enthusiastic neighbors from the north and south again.

The neighbor raised his eyebrows, and his smile was kind and ambiguous: "Don't you stay? Bei should be sick, it's a good time for you to be courteous." "

"Thank you. Song Qingran was very polite, and he gave the neighbor a good impression of a personable Asian man, "I still have a job tomorrow, so I'll leave first." "

Song Qingran got into the car, but he didn't leave for a long time, he was reluctant, his eyes looked beyond the trees in the yard, and looked at the window belonging to the north and south from afar.

He watched the lights go from bright to out, with warmth and regret in his heart.

He couldn't help but think over and over again what she would be doing, and over and over again what they would be doing in it if they were still together.

In the past few years, this is how he has survived by fantasy.

After going back, Song Qingran had a very fantastical and long dream, the ending of the dream was a bit tragic, in the dream he stood under the window of the north and south rooms, looking up at the window.

Suddenly the graceful figure of the north and the south appeared in the window, she smiled at him, and that smile took away his soul, and he ran towards her desperately like a hairy boy, and even wanted to climb the window.

As a result, before he could climb there, the smile on Nanbei's face suddenly disappeared, and all that remained was endless hatred and tears.

He was stunned, his hand loosened, and he fell down uncontrollably.

I woke up from a dream.

His palms were clenched tightly, and his palms were covered with dense cold sweat.