Nanbei said that he was not angry with Song Qingran, but he was still blocked in his heart. Song Qingran said anything, she smiled, did not refute, did not respond, when the Song family had dinner, she cooperated with him, playing a pair of little couples who seemed to be very affectionate in front of everyone.

Song Qingran was not very enthusiastic, his expression was light, and when Grandpa Song said about him, he just lowered his eyes slightly, glancing at the north and south.

Grandpa Song smiled: "Isn't this very good? Qingran, you have to know how to cherish blessings, you have to know who is the best person for you." "

Song Qinghan seemed to be smiling, with an unpredictable look in his fox eyes, as if he was watching a play, and smiled: "Yes, second brother, you have to know." "

When Song Qingran heard this, he turned his head, his eyes were dark and uncertain, and he hooked the corners of his lower lip: "Thank you, big brother." "

Song Yancheng smiled elegantly and looked at Nanbei: "Beibei, school will start in a few days, and my uncle will let Qingran send you there." "

Nanbei smiled and shook his head: "No need, Qingran has to be busy......"

"I'll send you to school. Song Qingran's voice sounded faintly.

Nanbei pursed the corners of his lower lip and didn't say anything more. The smile on the corner of her lips was a little stiff, she chose to study in the United States, and only after passing it, did she tell Song Qingran, Song Qingran also made a big fuss, and he was angry because she made such a major decision without his permission.

When Song Qingran was angry, he would hardly be loud, he would only keep his face calm, stretch the lines of the outline, and never be lukewarm to her words. During that time he decided not to come to her apartment, sometimes for several days, sometimes in a row, and when he came, he did not like to talk, he ate, bathed and slept quietly, and was indifferent to her, and her enthusiasm condensed into ice in front of him.

What the north and the south can't stand the most is this kind of cold violence, silent and cold, but it hurts people the most. In the end, she took the initiative to apologize to him, and begged him for a long time, before he opened his mouth lightly, and the words that came out were angry: "Beibei, this is your right." He said this on his lips, but not in his heart, this duplicitous man tortured her for a long time.

Later, when she started school and left, Song Qingran didn't come to see her off, but just asked LEE to transfer her a sum of money. He never visited her when she was in the United States, even though he had made several business trips not far from her.

Song Qinghan listened to Song Qingran's answer and smiled: "This is the first time that the second brother has gone to Beibei's school, right? I went to see her several times." "

Song Qingran hooked his lips and smiled, and his thin lips opened: "Thank you, big brother." "

Nanbei looked at Song Qinghan's gaze with a smile, and clearly saw that the smile in Song Qinghan's eyes was getting deeper and deeper, he had indeed been to her school several times, but Nanbei had never seen him once.

Grandpa Song coughed a few times, and Jiang Fu was a little worried: "Dad, have you gotten better with your cold these days?"

The rest of the people also looked over.

Old Man Song waved his hand and said, "It's okay, people are old, just like that, when they get sick, they will procrastinate and linger for several days." He sighed.

Jiang Fu comforted him: "How come, Dad, you are still young......"

Old Man Song raised his eyebrows: "I don't know how old I am, I'm not old and confused, you don't have to listen to these nonsense, you don't want to think about how old you are, you are old, can I still be young?"

Jiang Fu: "......"

Nanbei lowered her eyebrows and held back her laughter, sometimes she hated Aunt Jiang, and sometimes she thought Aunt Jiang was funny.

Jiang Fu also noticed Nanbei's laughter, and gritted her teeth in anger, afraid that she didn't know how many times she scolded this dead girl.

When Song Yancheng is in dispute, he usually doesn't speak. He lowered his eyes and took a gentle sip of his tea, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Fengting looked at Nanbei with a smile and said, "Dad, Qingran and Nanbei have made such a big fuss this time, and it is not easy for the two children, I think it is better to get engaged as soon as possible, and it is a matter of concern." "

Nanbei's eyebrows jumped heavily, and Song Qingran looked at Liu Fengting expressionlessly.

The first person to speak out against it was Jiang Fu: "No. Her voice was abrupt, and it attracted everyone's attention at once, Jiang Fu coughed dryly, her eyes rolled slightly, what Qingran needed was a wife whose family background could match, anyway, his wife could be any daughter of London high society. But his wife must not be like this in the north and south.

Liu Fengting glanced at Jiang Fu: "Brother and sister seem to have opinions?"

"I ......" Jiang Fu thought about explaining, but she didn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Song Qingran's thin lips moved slightly, as if she was about to speak, and she could think of it from the north and south, what he said must not be very good, maybe it was still a sharp knife, and inserting it into her heart could make her feel a dull pain.

Song Yancheng opened his mouth before Song Qingran, and his voice was calm and calm: "The affairs of the north and the south are left to the north and the south to decide by themselves, we are not in a hurry." "

Song Qingran heard Song Yancheng's words, his face was slightly calm, and he looked at him, his dark eyes rose and fell several times, and the cold air condensed.

Nanbei also glanced at Uncle Song, she only knew that the relationship between Song Qingran and Uncle Song was not good, but she didn't know why it was bad, once Song Qingran got drunk and said a few words, but she only said that Uncle Song was disgusting...... But in the eyes of outsiders, Song Yancheng can be regarded as a good man, with a rich background, handsome appearance, elegant and elegant, and a successful career, and he is also affectionate and loving to his wife Jiang Fu, and he can hardly hear his lace news, and even the cold Song Qingran has more romances than him.

Marriage is such a thing, it's just a casual thing, and I don't know who is disgusting in the end. The north and the south will not be congested by this, it should be said. Numb.

She didn't dare to think that she would marry Song Qingran.

Old man Song was happy tonight, so he asked the housekeeper to open the wine that he had treasured for many years, he was not in good health and couldn't drink more, so he persuaded his son and grandson to drink more, Song Qingran and Song Qinghan drank a lot together, and only took a few sips in the north and south.

When you are full of wine and food, the smell of alcohol is already very heavy.

Several elders went upstairs, Nanbei looked at Song Qingran, who was sitting straight, sighed, and could only help him upstairs, she lowered her waist, approached him, and met his obsidian eyes: "Are you drunk?"

Song Qingran was expressionless and shook his head lightly.

"We went upstairs to rest. "

Song Qingran nodded again, and Nanbei slowly helped Song Qingran up, the lights were bright, and the two lumps of blush on his handsome face were particularly obvious, and the two slowly went upstairs.

Nanbei heard Song Qinghan's flirtatious voice behind him: "Beibei, you also come to help me." "

Nanbei didn't pause, but calmly instructed a servant passing by, saying, "You go and help the eldest young master." "

Song Qinghan smiled: "I want you to help." He didn't know when, he stood up, his steps were a little vain, but he still walked in the direction of the north and south and Song Qingran, "Helping one is helping, helping two is also help......ing" He stood on the other side of the north and south and said: "It is better to help a dog mongrel than to help ......"

Before he finished his words, the drunk Song Qingran had a cold face and grabbed his collar, both of them were slightly drunk, and their bodies were relatively heavy, and they didn't stand firm for a while, and with a "bang", Song Qinghan's back hit the railing.

Song Qingran's face was as black as Yama Luo from hell, his eyes were scarlet, and he clenched his teeth: "Song Qinghan, don't think that others don't know about those things you do." "

Song Qinghan's eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly let go: "What can I do." Joke. "

Song Qingran hooked the corners of his lower lip, as if he was dirty, and then let go of his collar at once, and he turned around to take Nanbei's hand.

Behind him, Song Qinghan continued without fear of death: "Beibei, have you ever thought about why your parents love your sister more?"

When Nanbei heard this, her face suddenly turned pale, and she raised her eyes, and her eyes paused slightly.

Song Qingran covered her ears and whispered, "Don't pay attention to it." "

Song Qinghan laughed, as if he was coming to strength: "Because you two are dog mongrels ......" This time, Song Qingran tensed his face, turned around, and slammed his fist on Song Qinghan's cheekbone.

His eyes were scarlet, his muscles were tense, and his cold eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

Song Qinghan is not easy to mess with, he gritted his teeth, sneered, turned over and pressed on Song Qingran's body, his left hand clenched into a fist, hooked his hand, and smashed down on Song Qingran's right face.

Song Qingran turned his head and dodged.

Nanbei breathed slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, staring at the two of them, the thoughts in her head were in a mess, she didn't know what she was thinking, but Song Qinghan's words lingered in her ears.

When she came back to her senses, she happened to see Song Qinghan's fist rubbing Song Qingran's cheekbones, she was stunned, and hurriedly shouted: "Someone." "

She knew that she had little strength and would not go up to persuade her, so she just said calmly: "If you two are not afraid of arguing with Grandpa Song, just fight." "

Grandpa Song is the death hole of these two people, and it is hard to say whether they are filial or not, but they can't make Grandpa Song disgusted at the moment.

Therefore, as soon as the words of the north and the south fell, the two who were originally inseparable separated were separated.

Song Qinghan was lying on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was handsome. A slight smile was evil: "It's really interesting." "

Song Qingran snorted coldly, stood up from the ground, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and said lightly to the north and south: "Let's go up." "

Nanbei glanced at Song Qinghan again and didn't say anything.

The two went upstairs, Song Qingran pushed open the bedroom door, Nanbei followed behind him, he paused slightly, and said softly: "Don't pay attention to Song Qinghan's words, he is a madman, say everything." "

Nanbei lowered his eyes and smiled: "Yes, but I am also very confused." Why don't my parents like me...... Why?"

Song Qingran glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "It's all over." His tone was extremely cold, and when he listened carefully, he seemed to be a little impatient, "People can't live in the past forever. "

Nanbei's desire to chat stopped at once, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, his patience with her has always been limited.

Song Qingran said: "Beibei, you go take a bath first." He crouched beside the cupboard, looking for a potion, and although he was not seriously hurt, he was still scratched a little flesh.

Nanbei sighed in his heart, hated himself for not being angry, and said, "I'll find you medicine first." "

Song Qingran stood up and gave up his position to Nanbei, who breathed softly: "How many years will Su Xiang go?"

Song Qingran's face was cold, and under the light, he looked a little unkind: "She comes back every year, but I don't see her much." "

"Oh. "

"Still don't want to tell me?"

"You don't have to know. "

"Oh. "

Nanbei glanced at him, and then faintly withdrew her gaze, she just felt suffocated, her chest was uncomfortable, and she was uncomfortable.

She said nonchalantly, "Is it to protect her?"

Song Qingran was undressing, and when he heard the words, the movements of his hands paused, and his voice was lukewarm: "Protection or not, this is not the point." "

Nanbei smiled: "So, will you protect me like this?" She seemed to be talking to herself, as if she hadn't heard Song Qingran's answer at all, she sniffed, "So, in the next few years, you will also see me less." "

She used affirmative sentences, and although her tone was calm, it was not difficult to hear the angry component, and her face was already ugly.

It's just that Song Qingran is not a person who pities fragrant and cherishes jade, when he is in a good mood, he can coax you, he is in a bad mood now, and the north and south are like this, which only makes him a little impatient.

There was a brief silence in the room, so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. Then, Song Qingran's indifferent voice sounded: "It's under your control, whether you see me or not, whatever you want." "

Nanbei just found the ointment, her fingers tightened, and she seemed to raise the corners of her lower lip, and her smile was with a hint of mockery, laughing at herself, and the few remaining self-esteem drove her: "Well, let's meet less often...... After I finish graduate school in the U.S., I will return to my home country to work. "

She said that she was going back to China.

Song Qingran's voice did not change in the slightest, and it was still cold and cold: "Hmm." "I can't hear the slightest memory.

*

After Nanbei took a bath, Song Qingran went in to wash, and when he was taking a bath, Nanbei's mobile phone rang, and it was a message from Uncle Song: "Beibei, come out." "

Nanbei glanced at the bathroom, the sound of water was still there, she pursed her lips, put on slippers, put on her coat, and walked out of the bedroom.

At the window of the corridor, Song Yancheng was standing with his back to her, he seemed to be smoking, holding a lit cigarette between his right finger, he heard footsteps, and turned around. Smiling and looking north and south, then, in the ashtray on the side, pressed out the fire.

He chuckled under his breath: "Beibei." "

Nanbei said, "Uncle Song." "

Song Yancheng's smile has always been so elegant: "Uncle knows that you will not commit suicide, and he has wronged you." He paused, his gaze wandering over the faces of the north and south.

Since Nanbei agreed to Song Qingran to act, he would continue to act: "At that time, I was too impulsive...... I'll just ......"

As soon as she started talking, Song Yancheng laughed, and he said: "Beibei, Uncle Song watched you grow up, how could he not understand you, you are a strong child, how are you." Nor will they choose to commit suicide...... Qingran made you do this, right? "

Nanbei pursed his lips and did not explain further.

Song Yancheng's eyes were meaningful: "I didn't look for you to ask about your situation. He let out a long sigh, then turned around and looked out the window, "It's really sad that my father-son relationship with Qingran is so stiff, I want to be a good father, but I haven't been able to succeed." He paused, "Qingran actually likes you, as his father, I can see that his personality is too similar to mine, and he thinks he can control everything." But they can't catch anything. "

Nan Nan listened quietly, and it was not until the end that she hesitated and said, "Uncle Song, I will return to China to work after graduation." "

Song Yancheng seemed to be a little surprised, he turned around, stared at the north and south for a while, and then raised his eyebrows, I don't know what he thought, he smiled, and the smile lines at the end of his eyes were obvious: "It's good to return to China, the time is really fast, and it's not a good thing to force it." "

Nanbei stared at his black figure, she was thinking, she had been in the Song family for so many years, it was really like a dream, vague and gray, she didn't understand the Song family, and she didn't understand everyone in the Song family, including her pillow person, Song Qingran.

*

Time is really frighteningly fast.

Nanbei parked the red car in the parking lot of the mall, she turned off the engine, got out of the car, went around the front of the car and opened the rear door, and the well-behaved little boy sat on the child safety seat, looking at Nanbei with black and white eyes.

Nanbei smiled, bent over, helped him unbuckle his seat belt, and said, "Mom will take you to cut your hair!"

The little boy blinked, under the refraction of the sun, the glassy eyes could almost refract a dazzling luster, he obediently let Nanbei hug him, his little hand wrapped around Nanbei's neck, and then said very seriously: "Godmother, you are a godmother, not my mother, my mother is a metaphor." "

Nanbei was amused by his serious little expression.

"Godmother is also a mother, look, your mother can take you to cut your hair, does your godmother also take you to cut your hair?"

Lu Shumu is not a little fool who is easy to coax like Xiaoxing, his eyes are moist, as if the snow on the snowy mountain is melting, and his dark eyes are full of light, he said calmly: "Godmother, you can't recognize your son indiscriminately, you are about to have your own baby, he will be very sad to know." "

Nanbei was choked, she smiled at the end of her eyes, and patted Lu Shumu's little buttocks.

Lu Shumu said: "Mom said, godmother, you can't hold me now, it's very dangerous." "

Nanbei smiled and said, "It's okay, my godmother knows it herself, you are so sensible, you are a villain, you are smart." "

Lu Shumu pursed his lower lip slightly, his eyelashes hanging like a fan: "I'm really smart." "

"Where is smart?" Nanbei smiled, she had practiced since she was a child, and her strength was not small, so she was not too tired to hold Lu Shumu.

The shopping mall was brightly lit and crowded, she walked directly to the direction of the straight elevator, to the sixth floor, where there was a barber shop she frequented, and when she got to the elevator, she put Lu Shumu down.

Lu Shumu held her hand tightly, wearing a black plaid shirt, her little milk voice was very cute, and her tone was a little calm: "I found my mother myself." "

The north and the south heard the rumors. After a slight pause, he lowered his eyes, looked at Lu Shumu's white little face, pursed his lips, the tails of his eyes rose slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly increased.

How can Lu Shumu be so cute! At such a young age, he looks serious, which is simply too attractive!

She squatted down, looked at him at eye level, smiled in her eyes, couldn't help pinching his face, and said, "Godmother loves you to death!"

The look on Lu Shumu's face also softened a little, and he pursed his mouth, as if he was a little embarrassed.

No matter how sensible you are, after all, you're still just a child.

*

Lu Shumu was very well-behaved and quiet when he cut his hair. He sat up straight, his little hands on his knees, his dark eyes staring at himself in the mirror, his mouth pursed slightly, and the barber wrapped him in a pocket.

Nanbei also deliberately cared about Shimoru Shumu: "Do you like haircuts?"

Lu Shumu glanced at her quietly and said, "Godmother, do you want to ask me if I'm afraid of getting a haircut?" "

Nanbei just wanted to ask him how he knew his thoughts, and Lu Shumu opened his mouth: "Because I heard you asking others in the morning, how to coax a child if he cries when he gets a haircut?" He pursed his small mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes made people's hearts soft, "I am no longer a two-year-old child, I don't need others to coax me." "

He was so serious that even the barber couldn't help laughing, and Nanbei couldn't help laughing: "Okay, good, you're not two years old, you're three years old, it's your godmother's mistake." "

Nanbei sat on a chair in the back, watching Lu Shumu get a haircut, she was a little distracted, curled up her fingertips, and her heart was soft.

Time is so fast that it's panicking.

In the past few years, the most changed in life is Yanyu, she became pregnant silently, and then married Lu Yan, became Mrs. Lu, returned to China to become a lawyer, gave birth to a cute little star, divorced again, and returned to London, but I didn't expect that after going around and around, Yan Yu and Lu Yan had a little sparse wood, Yan Yu couldn't be cold, especially for children, Lu Yan had two children as bargaining chips, and there was a lot more protection for recovering Yan Yan.

The red lips of the north and the south pursed slightly, she is different, in the past few years, her life has hardly changed, after she finished studying in the United States, she returned to China and worked with Yanyan.

Her thick eyelashes drooped, and she wanted to laugh, she remembered that she had returned to London a few years ago before she had to return to China to work, and she pitifully thought that Song Qingran would keep her, or say some gentle words.

She lay on the bed, looked at Song Qingran with a smile, and said, "I'm going back to China." "

Song Qingran was wearing a blazer, with distinct joints and slender fingers, he pursed his lips, his side face was indifferent, noncommittal, as if he hadn't heard her words.

It wasn't until he put it on that he coldly and calmly put down a card at the head of her bed, and spit out a few words on his thin lips: "All the way well." "

Nanbei felt that she was really unproductive, how many times Song Qingran showed her ruthlessness, but she didn't leave, how many times she broke up, how many times she said she left, true or false, but she always stayed by his side, as long as he came, she would leave a place for him to stop.

Her eyes turned slightly, staring at the back of Lu Shumu's head, she and Song Qingran had no result, let alone have children, she never dared to imagine what her and Song Qingran's children would be......

In the past few years, she didn't think about the problem of children, probably because she was young and didn't have much desire for children, but in the past few years, Yanyan has a family and a pair of lovely children.

And what about herself, she is also afraid of loneliness, and she also wants children like Little Star and Little Shumu...... She bit the corner of her lower lip, subconsciously touched her stomach, and then let go again.

After Lu Shumu finished cutting his hair, he looked more like Lu Yan.

Nanbei touched his head and thought to himself, what a cuteness, and really different from his hateful father.