Song Qingran didn't ring the doorbell, just sent a message to the mobile phone in the north and south, one after a while, nothing else, just annoying.

When Nanbei is doing something else, he can always see his message.

She blocked him, but he had another number to harass.

"Beibei, let's have something to eat. "

"Are you feeling better?"

……

Nanbei didn't have to go out today, so she just hung him for a day, she forced herself not to think that he was still outside, so she concentrated on drawing, and it was time for lunch. She just ate something to cushion her stomach, and quickly got into work again.

The more she tossed like this, the more she felt a little uncomfortable in her temples in the evening.

She stood up, boiled water for herself, and waited for the water to boil, she subconsciously glanced at the closed door, walked over, and looked at the cat's eye.

The sky was getting darker, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor were not lit up because of the silence of the environment.

As far as the eye can see, there is darkness.

I can't say if it's disappointment or what. Nanbei's chest was empty, and she was just about to retract her gaze, but she didn't know where the voice came from, and she touched the voice-activated switch outside, and the light came on.

The slender figure was still standing there, he didn't know how long, and he was still carrying the things from the morning in his hands.

He kept his head down, and suddenly raised his eyelids again and looked in the direction of the cat's eye.

Nanbei's eyebrows jumped, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he thought that he couldn't see himself. The fingers curled slightly, still not moving, looking at the cat's eyes.

Song Qingran's pupils were pitch black, his eyelashes were long, and the light projected a fan-shaped arc under his eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the lights, or if he had been standing for a long time. His lips were faintly pale, as if they had lost their blood.

It is rare soft and distressing.

Song Qingran also seemed to be a little uncomfortable, he retracted his gaze, squatted down slowly, and didn't leave.

Nanbei suddenly thought, did he wait outside for a day?

She remembered that he used to have a bad stomach and always hurt easily, and she always took great pains to take care of him carefully in order to please him.

A hint of disgust flashed in her eyebrows, for her past self and for her current self.

She would actually be soft-hearted towards Song Qingran.

The north and the south ignored it, and after a while. She heard the knock on the door again, and she took a deep breath, the irritability that had been haunting her lingering, lingering, and making her unable to do anything.

She walked out and slammed the door open, she tightened her brows, her lips tightened, and her eyebrows were cold: "You ......"

Before she could say anything, she suddenly stopped.

The person outside the door was not Song Qingran, but the old lady in her neighborhood, the old lady smiled and was a little kind: "Bei, did you little couple quarrel? It's okay to quarrel, but your husband doesn't seem to be very comfortable, he has been standing outside for a day today, I asked him to go to my house first, and he has always disagreed." Say to stand outside the door and ask for your forgiveness. "

The old lady paused: "Oh yes, he said you were sick, and he was reluctant to leave." "

The old lady's expression became ambiguous: "North, your husband's attitude is already very sincere, will you let him in?"

The fire in Nanbei's chest pressed and pressed, and she coldly glanced at Song Qingran, who was standing behind the old lady and pretending to be innocent.

Then she smiled apologetically at the old lady: "Excuse me, did I disturb you?"

The old lady shook her head: "No." "

But Nanbei knew that she and Song Qingran probably affected her.

She didn't want to pay attention to Song Qingran, and she just wanted to tell the old lady that she didn't know Song Qingran, but the old lady was old and was going to rest now, and the north and south didn't want the neighbors around her to talk about the relationship between her and Song Qingran.

She took a deep breath and apologized to the old lady again, waiting for the old lady to come home.

Nanbei leaned against the door frame and looked at Song Qingran coldly for a while. Her chest rose and fell faintly, but she didn't say anything and went straight back to the apartment.

Song Qingran looked at the door she hadn't closed, lowered her head slightly, and her slender fingers touched the corners of her lips, covering the thin lips that couldn't help but rise slightly.

He walked in with great interest and obedience. Gently closed the door.

Nanbei's cold voice came from the sofa: "You change into those black slippers." "

Song Qingran lowered his eyes, he just saw the pair of pink slippers on Nanbei's feet, and this pair of couple's slippers, but obviously, this pair of slippers could never be prepared for him by Nanbei, probably usually Bo Yan is wearing.

Song Qingran still put on this pair of slippers, he glanced at the house, both wanting to see and fearing to see something.

To be honest, he was really jealous, and Bo Yan had been by her side in the past few years since Nanbei left.

If he hadn't met Beibei again, in a few years, would Beibei have become Mrs. Bo?

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Nanbei was a little uncomfortable, raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qingran: "Do you have something?" Song Qingran, we have separated, and I have also considered the idea that you want to start with me again, then I will tell you." I don't want to be with you anymore, let's return to the bridge, okay?"

Song Qingran looked at her intently, his black eyes were a little bloodshot, he seemed to be tired, his face was not very good, his right hand seemed to press his stomach, and his voice was hoarse: "It's not good." "

Nanbei: "You have affected my life, I let you in, just to persuade you to leave, you are waiting at the door, the neighbors around you will discuss." "

"North-north. I'm not feeling well. Song Qingran said.

"It's not feeling well, you should go to a doctor. "The north and south said coldly.

Song Qingran smiled: "What about you? Are you feeling better now? What did you eat today, I brought you breakfast in the morning, but it should be cold now." "

Nanbei interrupted him: "Song Qingran, you should leave now." "

Song Qingran smiled, and he pressed his stomach again. The face is a little pale.

Nanbei remembered that he had a bad stomach before, and the stupid self who was so stupid before tried his best to take care of him and take care of his stomach carefully.

She suppressed the faint worry that came up to her, and said coldly: "Song Qingran, please leave." "

Song Qingran's temper is too good to be good, and he is not a scoundrel. He leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, the shadow of his long and thick eyelashes fell under his eyelids, and there were shallow dark circles under his eyes, and he pursed his thin lips, as if he was enduring pain.

His voice was low and gentle: "Beibei, I'm not feeling well, I'll just rest for a while, okay?"

Nanbei looked at his slightly thin and tired face, and finally looked away and said no more.

Song Qingran was quiet when he closed his eyes and rested, a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his fingers pressed his stomach, but he couldn't hold back and didn't make any sound.

Nanbei guessed that he should have been waiting outside for a day today, and he didn't eat anything.

She sneered, and guessed that he deliberately tossed his body, trying to deceive her sympathy and pretend to be pitiful.

This kind of Song Qingran is really different from before, and has become more shameless.

Nanbei didn't care about him, she was ready to continue working, but there were more text messages in her mobile phone, from an unfamiliar number, and that number said that he was Song Qingran's assistant.

"Mrs. Song, Song is always not with you, I reminded him to take stomach medicine, but now I found out that he forgot to take stomach medicine and left, can you please remind him? Mr. Song has always had a very serious stomach problem, thank you." "

Nanbei took a deep breath, and she looked up.

Song Qingran's face was already very pale. She stood up expressionlessly, and her voice was cold: "Haven't you eaten all day today?"

"Hmm. Song Qingran replied in a low voice.

Nanbei smiled: "Song Qingran, you are not young anymore, your body has long been unable to withstand the toss, you don't cherish yourself, no one will feel sorry for you." "

"Hmm. I know. "

Nanbei went to pour some warm water, found out the usual stomach medicine, and handed it to Song Qingran.

She didn't make a sound, Song Qingran kept her eyes closed, pressing her stomach, and enduring the cramping pain in her stomach.

Nanbei put the cup on the table: "You can eat it yourself." "

As soon as she finished speaking, as a result, in the next second, her waist was tightly hugged by the man from behind, the man's arms were strong, and his side face was attached to her lower back.

When the north and the south are angry, they will break his hands.

Song Qingran's voice was very low, as if with a pitiful pleading: "Beibei, I'm so uncomfortable, I miss you so much, Beibei, I'm sorry ......"

The movements of the north and south froze slightly.

"Beibei, I hurt...... Ever since I saw you again, I thought I was dreaming, don't ......," he breathed hot, his voice slowed, "even in dreams, what you left me was my back...... I knew I was wrong, I was completely wrong......"

His voice was hoarse: "I don't know how to get you back...... You told me to give up, I can't give up, and giving up is equivalent to death......"

With such hypocritical words, the north and south have hardly heard Song Qingran talk about it.

He used to despise even the bloody lines of death that could easily be mentioned for love, but now he could say it naturally, and he even hated that his language was too poor to express his inner remorse and infinite love.

The north and the south did not speak.

Song Qingran: "You used to be so good to me and gave so much, but I have been hurting you, ignoring your liking, trampling on your love, I am too arrogant, proud and self-righteous, I have known since I was a child that my personality is incomplete, and I should not sprinkle all my darkness on you." "

"I don't have a good relationship with my father, and you shouldn't be a pedal between us. "

"I'm slowly correcting, I know I should respect your personality, I have a possessive appetite for you, but possessiveness should not be a reason for me to imprison you. "

Nanbei lowered her eyes, her eyes were a little red, she endured it, raised her head, gently raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice: "Song Qingran, you don't need to repent, our becoming strangers is your best confession to me." "

Song Qingran was silent for a long time: "...... Kita, do you want to see that kid?"

Nanbei's expressions tightened.

Song Qingran's voice was painful: "I set up a tomb for the child who didn't have time to come to this world." "

The pupils of the north and south constricted, and in an instant, her eyes were completely red, and the tears that she had held back for a long time fell, her cheeks were cold, and the anger in her chest engulfed her.

"You don't deserve to mention him, Song Qingran, you don't deserve to mention him, you don't have to pretend like this, you killed him!"