"Is this marriage certificate serious? Is there a British friend to claim it?"

"This wedding date was two years ago, could it be that they got married two years ago? I have the impression that Song Qingran is married to someone else! The life of a rich person is really confusing!!"

"A magical guess: I heard that Song Qingran had a girlfriend who had been in love for many years before, and this Nanbei may be his girlfriend. "

"It turns out that the backstage of this designer is really the Song Group, no wonder non-professional backgrounds can still be on this kind of show. "

"Can't the lemon essence upstairs be sour? Can't you admit that others are excellent? When you see someone who is better than you, you can't wait to guess that the other party is a junior, and the other party relies on the gold lord to take the position. "

Mr. Song has spoken like this, it seems that his wife is really this designer of the north and south, and you righteous people are slapped in the face. scolded for a long time, but it turned out that the family was the main room. "

"It's not too much for Mr. Song to help his wife put on a show and stir up a hot spot, and his wife is a designer, what's wrong with helping him push oil?"

"Only my focus has always been on the pair of underwear that Mr. Song is wearing? I really want to buy it, sisters, buy it, buy it for my husband!"

"Mr. Song wears these panties so sexy!"

On the same day, the number of orders on the official website increased wildly. There are a few minutes of delay on the website because of the large number of people, which is quite successful if you look at it from a marketing point of view.

Nanbei didn't pay attention to Song Qingran's Weibo for the first time, she fell asleep tired after a while, she was overloaded for a long time, and finally the show ended. The most extravagant thing is to catch up on sleep.

So she quickly fell asleep and put her phone on silent.

The next day, she slept until noon before she opened her eyes. The whole person was a little groggy, she reached out and groped for the direction of the phone with her eyes closed.

The light of the mobile phone screen was slightly dazzling, she squinted, and after a while, she saw the missed call prompt on the screen, most of them were colleagues, and one or two were thin inkstones. There are also some WeChat messages, which come from metaphors.

She scanned the message first.

"Beibei, have you woken up? Song Qingran is playing some tricks? Is he crazy? "

"He's found you, hasn't he? When you meet him, you don't tell me, does he start pestering you shamelessly again?"

"That marriage certificate...... Forget it, wait until you wake up, you have a good rest. "

"Finally, congratulations on the success of the show! I see that the orders on your official website are about to explode, especially the one with the same style as Song Qingran, the price is expensive, and the sales volume is large, and anyone who goes to Song Qingran can make this underwear out of stock. "

Nanbei frowned slightly. Her black eyes sank slightly, and she replied first: "I don't know how to say it, I met it again, but I'm not sure what Song Qingran wants to do." "

Then, she clicked on Weibo, and as soon as she logged in, she saw that a few people who knew her had atat her, she clicked on the link, and at a glance saw that Song Qingran, who was certified as the CEO of Song Group, posted a Weibo, and then she saw the marriage certificate and saw her and Song Qingran's names.

The black eyes of the north and south shrank, and the darkness under the eyes could not be seen to the end. The corners of her lips pursed straight, her eyes stared at the marriage certificate for a moment, her chest rose and fell, and the blood in her body slowly flowed back. Her hands and feet were cold, but her anger was like flames, flowing through her limbs.

Song Qingran was first shocked, and then angry, whether this marriage certificate was real or fake, it was enough to make her angry.

If it is fake, she has become a junior in the north and south, if it is true, it only proves that Song Qingran has no respect for her, she clearly did not go to get a marriage certificate with him, but he can get it. And also concealed it for two years!

Yan Yu replied to the north and south: "Song Qingran should want to redeem you?" She paused, and asked with a little hesitation: "...... marriage certificate?"

Nanbei slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity: "I don't know, I haven't gone to get a marriage certificate with him." "

Yan Yu made a smiling expression and said substantially: "Mr. Song is really capable, covering the sky in London." "

Nanbei didn't come back, she logged into the work group, and it was all celebrating and carnivaling, anyway. The increase in orders is harmless for the group, and there are many people who are in the north and south, brainlessly touting the north and the south.

The north and south appeared politely down. After saying a few words, even the teachers from the north and south joined the touting team, praising the excellent work ability of the north and the south.

The teacher said, "North." It turns out that you are already Mrs. Song, and you even hide it from the teacher?"

The others followed and said: "That's it, I don't know how many men in the company are going to be disappointed and sad, we are actually married!"

"Mr. Song is too domineering! I used to think that the atmosphere between North and Mr. Song was not the same, it turned out to be a bubble of love!"

"Talented men and women, really matched!"

Nanbei's finger was on the reply for a long time, staring at the flickering cursor, her mind was blank, and finally she didn't say anything, and whatever she said now seemed a little ridiculous.

She didn't bother to go to Song Qingran to make it clear, whether she was cowardly, or that she was self-deceiving, she really didn't want to see Song Qingran again.

*

Bo Yan called Nanbei that afternoon, and his voice seemed a little different from usual, and seemed to be a little lower: "Nanbei, have you eaten?"

Nanbei is eating: "Well, I'm eating." "

Bo Yan asked her a few other questions before mentioning: "...... the marriage certificate issued by Song Qingran?"

Before he finished his words, Nanbei smiled: "You also saw it?"

Bo Yan smiled, but his voice was a little cold: "Song Qingran moved so much. It's really hard not to notice. He didn't wait for Nanbei to reply, he guessed, "You don't know the existence of the marriage certificate, do you?"

If the North and the South had known, it would not have been possible to leave two years ago with ease. According to the character of the north and the south, there should be a divorce first.

Nanbei smiled: "I really don't know. "

"Do you need my help?

"No, I don't. Nanbei denied it quickly, she didn't need Bo Yan to do anything for her, and she didn't want to have any more entanglements with Song Qingran, even if it was across Bo Yan.

Bo Yan didn't answer immediately, for a while, he could only hear his breathing, and after a while, he said calmly: "Although my position is biased, everyone in the circle knows that Song Qingran has a wife and a son......

Nanbei said: "I know, you don't have to worry about me, it's my business." After she finished speaking, she noticed that her tone was a little hard, she softened a little, and added, "I still have some things on my side, hang up first, you can also get busy." "

She found that when she encountered something related to Song Qingran, she still couldn't control her emotions.

*

Originally, Bo Yan was going to bring Bo Yue on this day, but in the end, Nanbei didn't see Bo Yue, Nanbei knew the reason, Bo Yan was noble, where was she willing to be popular, her tone in the afternoon was too cold and hard.

Nanbei stayed at home until 7 o'clock in the evening, when the sky was completely dark, and then went out to prepare to go to the supermarket.

Unexpectedly, the elevator broke down, and she could only go down the stairs.

The stairwell was voice-activated, and she walked in, and before the lights were fully on, she saw a vague silhouette, tall and broad-shouldered.

He appeared to be holding a cigarette in his hand, but it wasn't lit, and his figure dragged a long shadow on the ground.

When the lights were fully on, the man's deep facial features and neat black hair suddenly came into Nanbei's eyes, completely dispelling the smile in her eyes.

It's Song Qingran.

When he stood, he revealed a cold temperament, with deep dark eyes and resolute outlines.

Nanbei pretended not to see him, treated him as air, skipped him expressionlessly, and walked downstairs directly, Song Qingran didn't care, he snorted lowly, seemed to be smiling, and followed behind her slowly, controlling the distance, not far and not close downstairs.

Nanbei's footsteps became faster and faster, and her posture of avoiding him was as if he was a virus, and her whole body was full of extreme disgust for Song Qingran.