Nanbei swallowed a cold medicine before going out, wrapped his scarf tightly, put on his coat, and went to the company groggy.

There was a group meeting in the morning, Nanbei arrived at the company, drank a glass of water, and rushed to the conference room, she wanted to help the teacher reconfirm the preparation for the next meeting.

The assistant put the water on the table. raised his head to look at Nanbei and smiled ambiguously: "Bei, you are hiding too deeply, aren't you? You are actually married to Mr. Song, and we all think you are single." "

Another assistant also smiled: "Mr. Song will create a brand for you, right? "

"I heard that Mr. Song will also come today, and he has invested in our group. "

"Is Mr. Song going to enter the fashion industry too?"

The North and the South have been silent and have not spoken, in fact. She was so dizzy that her head sank so hard that even the voices she spoke with them became noisy.

The assistant said, "The teacher instructed to prepare the water that Mr. Song likes to drink. "

"Yes, it's already been put away. "

Hearing this, Nanbei looked in the direction and saw that it was a bottle of Evian water.

Although Song Qingran has a wealthy family, he has no preference for these small details since he was a child. Evian water is what she used to love because she loved the story behind Evian.

When the meeting began, Nanbei really saw Song Qingran.

He was wearing a black suit and looked the same as before. When he entered, Nanbei collided with his gaze and quickly moved away.

During the whole meeting, Song Qingran didn't speak, but the teacher introduced: "Mr. Song is just here to observe, so you don't have to be too restrained." "

But his aura is there, how can he not be inhibited?

The north and south were in charge of the minutes of the meeting, but due to illness. The cold medicine worked again, she felt that her hands and feet were weak, and the speeches of the people at the meeting passed her ears slowly, but fortunately she had made second-hand preparations, recorded the audio, and asked the assistant to help record it.

The arrival of the great aunt made her lower abdomen hurt for a while, and her back was cold, and she pursed her lips to endure the pain.

Song Qingran didn't dare to look at her in a daze in order not to disgust the north and south, but the corner of his eye never left her, as if he was afraid that he would never see the north and the south again.

He noticed that Nanbei was not feeling well. Handsome's brow furrowed.

He now knows how to consider the feelings of the north and the south first, if it was before, he would directly let the whole meeting stop first, let the north and the south rest first, but he knows that the north and the south definitely don't want to affect the entire conference process because of herself, not to mention, she has to continue to work here.

Song Qingran beckoned his assistant over.

The assistant leaned quietly next to him and listened.

Song Qingran wrote something on the paper and pointed it out to the assistant, who knew it. He walked out quietly.

The assistant waited outside the door until the meeting was over, when he pushed the door open.

Everyone in the conference room was about to leave one after another, and they saw a few people waiting outside the door. Carrying a lot of things in his hand, the assistant smiled and said, "This is what Mr. Song is treating everyone." "

"Wow!" the crowd delighted, "it's coffee." "

"Mr. Song is too caring. "

"I was lucky today. "

Song Qingran sat in the position, and the assistant handed her the share of Nanbei, Nanbei pursed the corners of her lower lip, her aunt came today, and she couldn't drink coffee.

Still, she politely said thank you.

The assistant whispered: "Miss Nan, this is brown sugar ginger tea, not coffee, it was specially ordered by Mr. Song for you." "

Nanbei's ears thundered, and for a moment she thought she had misheard.

How could Song Qingran know that her eldest aunt was here?

The assistant added, "There is still cold medicine in the bag." You can take one pill later, this medicine works very well, and you will feel much more comfortable. "

Nanbei subconsciously looked at Song Qingran, facing Song Qingran's dark eyes, and there seemed to be a dark light in the depths of his eyes.

He looked north and south and smiled.

Nanbei retracted his gaze and said to the assistant, "Thank you." Compared to the politeness just now, the tone of voice has become much colder. "I have medicine, I don't need it. "

She packed up her things, picked up her things and was about to leave, without touching the brown sugar ginger tea on the table.

The assistant did not dare to stop the north and the south. Looking at Song Qingran, Song Qingran pursed his thin lips, didn't say anything, and waited until after Nanbei left. He walked over and picked up the bag.

*

Song Qingran asked people and found the office in the north and south.

When he pushed the door in, he saw Nanbei lying on the table, seemingly uncomfortable.

Song Qingran's face was slightly pale, and he strode over, but his movements were gentle: "Beibei, I'll take you to the hospital." "

"No, I don't. Nanbei was just dizzy, she heard Song Qingran's voice, and immediately refused, her attitude towards him was even more impatient now, "Why did you come to my office? Did you knock on the door?"

Song Qingran: "Knocked, you didn't reply to me, I'm worried about your ......"

North and South were indifferent: "Please knock on the door before coming in." Her tone was actually a bit vexatious.

Song Qingran's attitude towards her was extremely gentle, as if he was a child, and he laughed: "Okay, I know, I will abide by it in the future." "

There is a sense of powerlessness in the north and south to punch the cotton, and now this Song Qingran seems to be better than the Song Qingran who said the same thing before. It annoys her even more.

Song Qingran took out the brown sugar ginger tea from the bag: "Even if you don't want to pay attention to me, don't get along with your body, this ginger tea is good for your body, and there is a box of powder." His voice was low. With magnetism.

He took out another box of candy, and the candy lay quietly in his palm, reflecting the lines of his palm.

Because of the candy, the eyes of the north and the south were glued to his hands.

This brand of candy ......

It is a British candy brand with a hundred years of history, she liked to eat it very much when she was a child, but when she grew up, she slowly quit.

Song Qingran said: "When you were a child, you refused to take medicine, and your grandfather used this to coax you." "

Nanbei eyelashes trembled, she also remembered that time, in the past few years, she still had contact with Grandpa Song, but she believed that Grandpa Song would not tell Song Qingran her address.

Nanbei's eyelids were very heavy, and he still asked, "How is Grandpa Song now?"

"It's good, I just miss you very much, and I'll ask about you. Song Qingran saw that Nanbei was uncomfortable, and stubbornly refused to take medicine, so his eyes cooled a little, "I'll send you to the hospital." "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched Nanbei's forehead, which was very hot.

"You can't continue to work now, it's important to be physical. "

Nanbei only felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, and the strength in her body was slowly draining, she could feel that Song Qingran picked her up, she wanted to push him away, but she didn't have the strength, as if in a dream.

"Song Qingran, you let me go. "

Song Qingran is very good at talking, and whatever she says, he says: "Okay." But the strength of his hand did not loosen at all, but he hugged it tighter and tighter, almost as if it was about to merge into his body.