It was a simple three words, but it made her feel fear and joy.

The north and south fingers were burning, her eyes were also hot, her heart was tightly constricted, there was a faint pain, and she suddenly felt so tired, she thought of Song Qingran, and wanted to have someone to rely on, sometimes she was so fragile, she clearly didn't encounter any major events, but she suddenly felt wronged.

She sniffed, her hand shook, she had already dialed the phone, her first reaction was to hang up in a hurry, but she gritted her teeth and thought that she was originally looking for Song Qingran, and only Song Qingran could help and would help her.

The "beep" sound in the mobile phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

Her heart trembled, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she said "hey" softly, and before she could say the next word, someone on the other end of the phone spoke.

The woman's voice was lazy and hoarse, chuckling: "Nanbei, is that you?"

Nanbei breathed lightly, and subconsciously clenched his mobile phone.

Su Xiang smiled again, with some coquettishness: "Are you looking for Qingran?" ”

Nanbei pursed his lips, his lips were a little white, but his voice was calm, and he said calmly: "You give him the phone." ”

"He can't take it, if you have anything, just tell me directly, and I'll help you convey it." ”

Nanbei smiled: "Su Xiang, you really don't remember to eat, you forgot the slap you gave a year ago, don't you? Don't anger me, I'm an orphan girl, I can do anything if I anger me." She emphasized again, "Give the phone to Song Qingran." ”

Su Xiang probably remembered the slap as well, and her breathing was distinctly heavy for a moment.

Speaking of that slap, Su Xiang is also angry, Nanbei has been practicing taekwondo with Song Qingran since he was a child, and he is both a tiger and doesn't care about face, at Song Qingran's birthday banquet last year, when he saw that she and Song Qingran were a little closer, Nanbei gave her a slap in front of everyone. What made Su Xiang most angry was that the north and the south were clearly like a shrew, but because of her glamorous and generous appearance, neat and crisp movements, and resolute action that night, her slapping action was also appreciated by many noblewomen.

Su Xiang was silent for a while, but still stubborn: "Qingran is not convenient to answer your call now." ”

Nanbei didn't say anything, hung up the call directly, and called Song Qingran's other work number, many times, he is like a robot that can only work, his personal mobile phone may not be on his body, but the special machine for work will definitely be with him.

Sure enough, the call went through.

At first, there was the sound of a range hood running on the phone, and then it was slowly turned off. After Song Qingran connected the phone, she didn't speak, only the sound of light breathing came, which was so familiar that Nanbei felt sad, and it seemed to linger in her ears when she was close, her eyes were slightly hot, her nose was a little sour, she bit her lower lip hard, raised her eyes, and tried to suppress the urge to cry.

She took a deep breath, and her crying voice was still faintly revealed in her voice: "Song Qingran ......"

Song Qingran breathed heavily for a moment, he heard her sobbing voice, and also heard her tiredness, he twisted his eyebrows, walked to the window, his eyes fell on the empty space in the distance, and his tone was calm: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not feeling well. Nanbei's voice is soft, her voice is originally sweet and delicate, and speaking like this makes people's muscles and bones even softer, "Brother Qingran." ”

Song Qingran's throat moved slightly, his handsome eyebrows were still locked, he was a little distracted, the north and the south were different from others, she called him every day, and always called him by his full name directly, when she was angry, her "Song Qingran" was full of anger, and when the beauty was angry, it was as bright as a fire rose;

Song Qingran has never been very clear about his feelings towards the north and the south, saying that he likes it, he doesn't seem to like it that much, saying that he doesn't like it, but he is also used to her existence.

The trajectories of his and hers' lives changed and intertwined that night, and if it hadn't been for that night, he probably wouldn't have looked at her more.

When Song Qingran thought of this, his eyelids jumped, he rubbed his fingers, some wanted to smoke, some were irritable, and he didn't know where to come from.