Nanbei shook his head and smiled: "Uncle, this is my own choice." ”

"How could it be your choice? When I was a child, you were afraid of Qingran, and you avoided him, but I forced you to follow him, study, study and play, for so many years, you didn't have your own preferences, everything was based on Qingran. Qingran, this kid, is too ignorant, and he doesn't know how to cherish you, he will regret it in the future. Song Yancheng took the tea handed by Nanbei and took a sip, "But you have to remember that your uncle raised you not just for Qingran, your appearance just made up for the lack of a daughter for your uncle." ”

The north and the south met his gaze and smiled well-behaved and gentle.

After a while, Nanbei walked out of the Song building, the cold wind invaded, she was a little cold, rubbed her hands, and gently exhaled a breath of hot air.

After she arrived at Song's house, it didn't take long for Uncle Song to let her understand that she was just Song Qingran's playmate, and it was the eyeliner that Uncle Song wanted to put next to Song Qingran. In fact, it's not eyeliner, Song Qingran is still so young, but Uncle Song, as a father, wants to know his son's dynamics, and he also wants his son to have his own person by his side.

Nanbei explained it for him, and then, he couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows sneering.

She probably hated Uncle Song and Song Qingran, and maybe even hated it. She came to Song's house as an orphan of the man's friend, her identity was embarrassing, the hostess didn't know why she didn't like her, Uncle Song deliberately just arranged a few words casually on the surface, and seemed to be not interested in her at all. Uncle Song explained to Nanbei and said, "Qingran hates me, I'm too good to you, he won't accept you." Therefore, Uncle Song let her wife be embarrassed and ignore her, the master didn't care, the maid's attitude would only be more perfunctory, either often forgot to pick her up and let her walk back alone, or forgot to help her change the quilt, the heating was broken, and no one repaired it, several times, she curled up in the quilt, huddled overnight, every time, as long as she was a little late to eat, she would not leave her a little food.

Once, she was dizzy from a fever and weak, as if she were floating in the suffocating water, and faintly heard two servants talking.

One said, "It's still a child, only 7 years old, so pitiful." ”

The other said: "Mr. Song doesn't care about her, his wife hates her, and he tells her not to treat her as a young lady, she is an orphan girl, and her status is similar to that of our servants, if you are not afraid of losing your job, you can take care of her." ”

They also know that she is only 7 years old and still a child.

She thought that she would not be able to hold on, her tears were burning, her mouth was burning dry, and she heard footsteps outside, as well as the servant's respectful voice: "Young Master, you are back." ”

She knew that it was Song Qingran who came back.

Xiao Nanbei gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and stretched out his hand with difficulty, knocking over the glass containing water at the head of the bed, and the water cup fell to the ground, making a piercing sound, but it did not break. She flipped her body with difficulty, and with a "thud", she rolled down on the wooden floor, and the pain was so painful that she thought all the bones in her body were broken, and she made a sound: "Help me-"

"What's wrong with her?" Song Qingran asked outside the door, and then, he pushed open the door, looked at Xiao Nanbei lying on the ground, his eyes were cold, there was no temperature, and he pulled the corners of his mouth for a long time, "It's really pitiful, didn't you make Song Yancheng's intimate little padded jacket?"

She shook her head, and Song Qingran continued: "Do you want me to save you?" He laughed hatefully, and his eyes were a little ruthless, "It's useless to think about it, I feel disgusting even when I touch someone who has a relationship with Song Yancheng, especially you." ”