Song Qingran's dark eyes curved beautifully, his thin lips moved lightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Long time no see." "

Nanbei was expressionless, but his eyes looked at his waist uncontrollably, and he subconsciously thought, I don't know if his injury is healed.

"Not yet. Song Qingran caught her eyes and replied obediently.

Nanbei raised his eyes: "Don't you want the company?"

Song Qingran curled her lips and smiled a little innocently and innocently: "Yes, but my wife also has to ask for it." "

Nanbeipi pulled the corners of his mouth without smiling: "Really? Then I wish you to get off the list as soon as possible." With that, she turned around and wanted to leave to go back to her home, but her hand was held from behind.

The man's fingers were cold, the bones were slender, and the thin calluses between the fingers rubbed against her soft skin, and he didn't use any force, as if he was still a little cautious, he called her: "Beibei." "

Nanbei turned his head, his chin was lightly raised, and his eyes seemed to be smiling: "Why don't you call my sister?"

Song Qingran smiled, and was as kind as a stream: "Sister." "

Nanbei looked at his handsome face, the bridge of his nose was high, and the lines were sharp and distinct, but no matter how handsome he was, he was not a teenager after all, and when he laughed, the corners of his eyes were covered with thin lines.

"People who have wrinkles are embarrassed to call me sister. Nanbei's tone was light, his hand was slightly forced, and he broke free of his hand, and the calluses in his palms were like feathers, cutting across her skin, causing a burst of numbness.

Song Qingran has been praised by women all her life, and she probably never paid attention to the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she was stunned, unconsciously stretched out her fingers, touched the corners of her eyes, and her beautiful black eyes were stunned, with pitiful eyes like puppies.

Nanbei retracted her gaze, didn't look at him again, returned to her house, closed the door, she leaned against the door, lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were very shallow.

Nanbei originally wanted to cook by herself, but after she got home and worked again, it was late, so she was too lazy to cook, and was about to order takeout when the doorbell rang.

She stood up. Walking to the entrance, I looked out from the cat's eye, and the person standing outside the door was Song Qingran.

He was not in a hurry, she didn't open the door, he didn't ring the doorbell again, just stood outside the door and waited, his eyes focused on the cat's eye, as if he could see the north and south behind the door through the cat's eye.

Nanbei hesitated, but still opened the door.

When Song Qingran saw her, he curled the corners of his lips, and he asked, "Sister, have you eaten?"

can still be screamed, and the skin is really thick enough.

The north and south faces are expressionless.

Song Qingran lowered his eyes and glanced at the mobile phone in Nanbei's hand, the page on the screen was staying on the homepage of the takeaway app, and he said, "I haven't eaten yet, but I made a meal, can I eat together?"

"You did it?"

Song Qingran nodded.

Nanbei: "No need. "

Song Qingran: "Takeaway is unhealthy. "

As he was talking, Nanbei's mobile phone rang again, and it was Bo Yan's message that jumped out: "Beibei, have you had dinner? If you haven't eaten yet, I'll bring it to you." "

Song Qingran naturally saw it, he pursed the corners of his lips, and his eyes deepened.

Nanbei said: "You also saw it, I ate with Bo Yan." "

Song Qingran was silent at first, and then suddenly stated calmly: "Bo Yan is old and married, and he has a son, and he is not very rich, he can't do it. "

Nanbei almost laughed angrily, what did he say?

"If he can't do it, can you do it?"

Hearing this, Song Qingran raised his eyes, his black eyes were warm and shiny, and he nodded slowly and naturally: "Of course I can do it, I can do it, I can do it very well, no matter which aspect." "

North and South: "......"

"I'm younger than him, more handsome than him, richer than him, better in shape than him, better than him in cooking. Song Qingran really analyzed it seriously.

There was no superfluous emotion between Nanbei and Nan's eyebrows, and his voice was cold: "You are more scummy than him." "

Song Qingran's smile did not change: "The scumbag Song Qingran is dead, and now he is the loyal dog Song Qingran." "

The North and the South were silent. He didn't speak, just frowned, and the disgust in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

"Can you give me a chance to comment on my cooking?"

Ten minutes later, Nanbei and Song Qingran were both sitting in the dining room of Nanbei's house, and on the table was Song Qingran's own dinner, all of which were Nanbei's favorite dishes.

Nanbei didn't say anything, she finished her dinner in silence, and Song Qingran didn't bother her.

After dinner, Song Qingran consciously began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, his movements were not skilled, the sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks was slightly harsh, and in the kitchen, the sound of water flowing slowly.

Looking north and south, looking at Song Qingran in the dim light, he was wearing an apron, slightly bent over and hanging his head, with his back to her, washing dishes, his soft black hair was blurry under the lamp.

When she was young, she fantasized about such a picture countless times.

Her nose suddenly sore, she restrained herself, withdrew her gaze, leaned against the back of the sofa, and slowly raised her head to prevent tears from falling.

She stared at the hanging lamp, the light irritating her eyelids, which was burning.

It's really sad, she has only been moved by him as a man, and looking at the picture of him washing dishes in the kitchen, she has the idea that it is better to live like this.

She is lonely and soft-hearted.

One of himself is saying: "Nanbei, have you forgotten how he once trampled on your dignity and hurt your feelings?" The other self is saying: "Nanbei, he said that he has always loved you, he has changed, you have been together for so many years, no one is more suitable than you, you are the woman he can sacrifice his life to save, try again?"

Nanbei closed her eyes, eased her emotions, and opened her eyes again, but met the eyes of Song Qingran, who didn't know when she was standing behind her.

He leaned over slightly, looking at her eyes focused and gentle, he approached her, his Adam's apple moved lightly, and the atmosphere was there. She couldn't help but close her eyes again, and his gentle kiss landed on the corner of her eye, kissing away her tears.

He whispered, "Beibei, don't cry. "

He took her hand from behind, touched it from his fingertips to the palm of his hand, and then slowly wrapped it in his large palm, and then slowly stretched it out again, passing through the fingers, and interlocking his fingers.

Her eyelids were burning, and her lips were clearly felt.

His voice was hoarse and low: "Beibei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry." The more he comforted, the more uncontrollable her tears became, her eyes burning and reddening, and even the tip of her nose reddened.

Song Qingran's hands moved to her armpits, passed under her armpits, and wanted to pick her up from behind, she smelled the faint aroma on his body, different from the previous tobacco smell, but a mixture of bergamot and pine, gentle and clean.

Nanbei was ready to be picked up by him, but. I heard him "hiss" softly, and he wanted to hug her for a moment.

Nanbei opened his eyes and saw Song Qingran's slightly twisted brows, he pursed his lips, opened his eyes innocently, and said, "My waist is twisted." "

North and South: "......"

Ten minutes later, Song Qingran lay on the sofa, Nanbei went to his house to get the medicine to be smeared, she lowered her eyes, and lifted his clothes expressionlessly, revealing his textured back, and there was still a medical bandage tied to his waist, but there was no blood anymore, and the wound was gradually healing.

Nanbei removed his bandage, and in addition to the wound he had been stabbed last time, there was an old scar.

She stared at the long scar in silence for a long time, and then, reaching out and touching it lightly.

Song Qingran trembled sensitively as if he had been electrocuted.

Nanbei slowly stroked the scar with slightly cold fingertips, she knew how dangerous the situation was at that time, and she could imagine how many injuries he had suffered at that time.

Song Qingran's fingers slowly tightened, and he was still lying on his stomach quietly.

"What were you thinking?" asked Nanbei in a hoarse voice.

The corners of Song Qingran's lips hooked, he paused, and said: "Actually, I didn't think about anything special, I thought about chasing you back at first, because I thought that everything was going to end, and I would be able to marry you soon, but when I saw that you were going to have a car accident, I was so scared that I couldn't think of anything." "

His voice was calm, talking about these things that mattered to his life and death, but he was as calm as if he were telling the story of a third person.

"When I became conscious, I was in the hospital, and when I was lying in the hospital, I was sad, because you left me, and I was happy, at least let me know that you were fine. "

Song Qingran lowered his eyelids, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "You are still alive, better than anything, if you are not there, everything will be meaningless." "

She is still alive, but she has left him, at least leaving him with expectations for the rest of his long life, and he will live well and sort out the clutter around him. When he met her again, he atoned for her sins and begged her to forgive him.

Even so, he knew how little hope there was, maybe by the time they met again, she would have married and had children, and seeing him was just like seeing a stranger.

Thankfully, he's met her again now, she's still single, and he still has a chance.

Nanbei was silent for a long time, and Song Qingran didn't dare to move, so he lay quietly on his stomach, and he didn't know how long it took before he felt the cold ointment sticking to his skin.

There was silence again.

Only then did Nanbei speak, his voice extremely indifferent: "Song Qingran, you are doing it yourself, I will neither be moved nor grateful." "

The corners of Song Qingran's lips were raised, the arc was gentle, and the smile slowly spread into his dark eyes, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were dyed with affection.

He obediently said: "What I know is that I move myself, and I want to be a hero." "

North and South: "You are all retribution, you were so bad and scummy before, God can't stand it." "

Song Qingran said "um": "Yes, thank God for punishing me." "

He cooperated like this, but Nanbei felt that she was making trouble unreasonably, she pursed her lips, closed the box of ointment, and said to him coldly: "You can go back." "

Song Qingran nodded obediently, he got up from the sofa slowly, as if he had pulled the injury on his lower back, but he just frowned, didn't say anything, and walked out the door.

He has long legs, but he doesn't walk very fast.

Nanbei stared at his departing back expressionlessly, and sure enough, when he was at the entrance, he suddenly paused, turned around, and was old, but recently it seemed to be growing in reverse, with innocence in his eyes.

Before he could speak, Nanbei wrinkled his eyebrows and refused indifferently: "No." "

He couldn't stay at her house tonight.

Song Qingran seemed to be a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows, and he was even more innocent: "Can't I take the plate away?"

Nanbei realized that he didn't want to stay, but just wanted to get back the plate he had filled tonight, and she looked at his eyebrows with a teasing smile, and she was a little annoyed by the teasing in her heart.

He did it on purpose, certainly on purpose.

Song Qingran laughed, with warmth between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he said, "Good night, see you tomorrow." "

That night, Song Qingran posted a circle of friends, located in New York, the photo was a few washed empty plates, and the text was only two simple words: good night.

His young man's heart, which has nowhere to be placed, couldn't be more obvious.

Since the time at the bar, Yan Yu has also added back Song Qingran's WeChat and swiped the circle of friends he posted.

Yan Yu asked Nan Nan: "Did he go to find you? did he cook for you tonight?"

Nanbei: "Hmm. "

Yan Yu smiled: "Did you eat it, no wonder you gave him a pride and sent it to the circle of friends to show off." "

Nanbei wiped his wet hair and replied: "He is like two people before, as if something is wrong with him." "

"Whether you become considerate, gentle and good-tempered, you are not used to it. North and South paused, adding. In fact, he is still the same Song Qingran, still the proud and indifferent Mr. Song, but he understands the arrogance and indifference in love, which is not worth anything. "

Nanbei sighed softly.

As a friend, of course, she could feel that Beibei's heart was already shaking, she said: "Beibei, listen to your heart, I support your decision, of course, protect yourself, don't pay too much." "

North and South bent his lips, and his heart was warm: "Okay." "

*

Nanbei decided to go with the flow, not to resist, not to take the initiative, she still immersed herself in her busy work, followed the teacher to prepare for the next season's design, shoot magazines, pull funds, hold fashion shows, and in her spare time, she put the fitness that had been put on hold for a period of time to practice again, and went to listen to the courses and lectures of famous teachers in the industry.

If it is said that the north and south are now a sailing ship full of wind and high spirits, Mr. Song of the Song Group is like a moored ship, and his time suddenly increases, not that he is no longer working, but once the north and south are free, he will appear at the seams.

When Nanbei was working, he was also working remotely, and when Nanbei got off work, he wanted to ask her out to play, he made an appointment five or six times, and she reluctantly agreed to do so one or two times, and he was not discouraged, when she had to work overtime, he took takeaway and snacks to her company to condole, and he didn't stay long, as if he had traveled thousands of miles to take a look at her.

The people in the company have known that this is the husband of the South designer, and after Song Qingran came many times and attached the cold ass of the north and south with a hot face, they vaguely understood that it was probably the husband and wife who had a conflict, the South designer was career-minded, but her president husband was in love with his brain, a young man's heart, and he just wanted to be sweet and greasy with his wife.

Nanbei only explained helplessly when her teacher asked her: "We have separated, we are not husband and wife, and he is not so pitiful." "

She thought, what is he like now, she was pitiful in the past, she has been waiting for him obediently, the whole world is centered on him, revolving around him, like an abandoned concubine in the ancient deep palace, waiting for him to pity him in the weak water of three thousand miles.

When the teacher heard this, he shrugged his shoulders: "It's separated, it seems that he can't give you happiness, North, there are so many models around you, you can choose, as far as I know, they all want to be your muse." "

The north and the south laughed helplessly.

That night, Song Qingran sent a row of pitiful emojis to Nanbei, and then one after another, photos of abdominal muscles and chest muscles from different angles.

North and South: "Spicy eyes." "

Song Qingran: "I'll blow it for you." "

Nanbei didn't return, Song Qingran was like a little dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy: "I also have those unique models, and I still have money." Lots and lots of money. "

North and South: "You're not as young as them." "

Song Qingran: "Scumbag." "

On this day, Nanbei went to the university to listen to lectures, and Song Qingran, as a celebrity in the business world, also held a corporate lecture in the university.

When Nanbei went into the lecture hall to listen to the lecture, she saw the roll-up banner at the door of the auditorium next door, with Song Qingran's name written on it.

Song Qingran sat on a chair in a suit, his slender legs folded casually, a microphone in front of him, and the light cast a shadow on his chiseled face.

The information session is almost over, and now it is the question session, Song Qingran answered the students' questions about entrepreneurship finance seriously and attentively, and the last person who asked the question was a Chinese girl, she asked: "Mr. Song, I heard that you are married, how do you balance family and career?"

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows, obviously no one had asked him such a question before.

The girl added: "I know that a lot of people think that family is the area that girls are responsible for, so. Almost no one asks male entrepreneurs how they balance family and career. "

Song Qingran paused and smiled: "This is a good question, I admit that I was too focused on my career and neglected my family before, so she was angry with me for a long time, and I also realized my mistake, and I am trying to make up for it recently, and I have shifted my focus to my personal life a little." "

The girl asked again: "Mr. Song, do you think that when a woman is in love or married, she should shift her focus to the family?"

Song Qingran thought this in the past, at that time, he didn't think that Beibei's work was just a pastime, he even disregarded her wishes and put her under house arrest.

Song Qingran pondered: "Whether or not to shift the focus to the family depends on the woman's independent will, as the other half, you only need full support and share the pressure of the family." "

The girl was obviously glad to receive this answer: "Mr. Song, it is an honor for all working women to support women in the workplace as an excellent entrepreneur. Your wife is also a good designer, if you have children......"

Song Qingran smiled, and his voice was gentle: "I think, I should try my best to be a super daddy." "

The students in the audience all laughed, obviously thinking that Song was always humorously teasing himself, who would have thought that Song Qingran really thought so, if he was really lucky enough to have another child with Beibei, he would definitely cherish it.

Nanbei stood by the door, and after listening to Song Qingran's words, she lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and slowly evoked a fleeting smile on her lips.

*

It was the end of another show, when the celebration banquet was held, Song Qingran, Bo Yan and Bo Yue all came, Bo Yue was holding a large bouquet of fresh roses in his hand, and when he saw the north and south, he trotted to her.

"Auntie. Bo Yue shouted, and handed her the rose in his hand.

Nanbei bent down, took the rose, and hugged him easily.

Bo Yue hugged her and rubbed her neck.

Song Qingran was standing next to him, the light was reflected in his eyes, he stared at the two people hugging each other, his chest sank slightly, and the corners of his lips pursed.

Bo Yan tilted his head and stared at him: "Let's talk?"

The two walked to the bathroom, Song Qingran turned on the faucet, washed his hands without hurrying, Bo Yan's throat moved slightly, stood next to him, looked at him from the mirror, and suddenly said: "Recently, Mr. Song has sold badly, right?"

Song Qingran looked calm: "It's real, but it's not sold." "

Bo Yan sneered: "Just a lower back injury?

"After all, I'm not young, I have to take care of it. Song Qingran also raised his eyes, looked at Bo Yan's gaze, and chuckled, "Mr. Bo is also old, it's time to take good care of yourself." "

Bo Yan knew that Song Qingran was sarcastically mocking him for his age, so he snorted coldly: "How good can you be?"

Song Qingran was silent, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little more serious: "Over the years, thank you for taking care of Beibei." "

"It's not for you. What do you thank thanks, who do you think you are from the north and the south?"

Song Qingran said in a calm tone: "The current suitors of the north and the south, the future husband." "

Bo Yan couldn't hold back his sneer: "You can really dream, do you think she cares about you? "

This sentence hit Song Qingran's sadness, and he pursed the corners of his lips.

Bo Yan: "Now that you are repentant, what did you do in the first place, was what you did at the beginning?"

Song Qingran was silent and did not speak.

"You can see it, Beibei likes children very much. "

Song Qingran remembered the intimacy between Nanbei and Bo Yue, and said "um".

Bo Yan said: "Song is always a businessman, and he should understand that the most useless thing in this world is regret." He sneered, "But I didn't expect that Mr. Song still had a hand, and he sacrificed his life to save people, but this time he hurt his waist so coincidentally, making Beibei feel guilty about you?"

Song Qingran sneered in his throat: "Mr. Bo's imagination is so rich, no matter how shameless I am, Mr. Bo is not shameless, under the banner of a brother-in-law who loves his wife deeply, but he has a heart that should not be moved by his sister-in-law, are you worthy of your wife?

The fingers that the thin inkstone put in his trouser pocket slowly tightened, and his teeth tightened slightly.

Song Qingran was expressionless, withdrew his gaze from looking at him, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "Bo Yan, Nanbei doesn't like you, if she does, it is impossible for her to keep in touch with you, I am indeed not a good person, and I have done wrong things, but in the future, I will be a good husband." "

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and was about to leave.

Bo Yan turned around, looked at his back, and said calmly: "Song Qingran, don't force Beibei, if she still chooses you in the end, I respect her choice, but if you let her cry sadly......"

Before he could speak, Song Qingran interrupted him: "No, I won't force her, the choice is in her hands." "

Song Qingran returned to the banquet hall, Nanbei was being toasted by the juniors, everyone was just joking, and they didn't really force her to drink, and she was close to the top male models tonight. Each is young and handsome, with tall figures.

Some team members saw Song Qingran's figure and jokingly coaxed: "Little fresh meat hurry up and get out of the way, the husband of the south team leader is here." "

Although Nanbei drank a little wine, her consciousness was sober, she pursed her lips and said very seriously: "It's not a husband, I'm single." "

The eyes of the models beside her lit up, and Song Qingran, who came over, had drooping eyes, and had no choice but to cooperate with her: "I'm just an ordinary suitor." "

Everyone laughed.

At the end of the banquet, Song Qingran didn't drink a drop of wine, Nanbei drank wine, Bo Yan took Bo Yue back first, and Song Qingran sent her back.

On the way back, Nanbei quietly leaned on the back of the chair, rested with his eyes closed, and when he got home, Song Qingran parked the car and sent her back.

There was a faint smell of wine lingering on Nanbei's body, she leaned over, opened a combination lock, and pressed it several times.

Song Qingran was helpless, and his voice smiled: "Really drunk?"

Nanbei straightened up, and the combination lock was unlocked by her. She held the doorknob, opened it, looked back at him, and smiled, "Well, it's drunk." "

She walked into the room, did not close the door immediately, turned on the light, she took off her high heels at the entrance, and stepped on the ground barefoot, perhaps because of the cold, her toes were slightly cocked, under the light, her face was soft, her hair was black and thick, her eyelashes were long, the tip of her nose was straight, her lips were obvious, and she wore pearl earrings on her red earlobes, which made her skin white and almost transparent.

After Nanbei took off her shoes, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her, she turned her head, her black eyes were full of mist, as if she was puzzled: "Why don't you come in?"

Song Qingran was stunned. I thought he had heard it wrong, after all, for so long, neither he nor Nanbei had gone further, and now Nanbei actually invited him in.

"Don't you want to come in?" Nanbei tilted his head.

Song Qingran was very honest, he had already subconsciously walked in, closed the door, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you drunk?"

"Does it matter if you're drunk or not?" asked him rhetorically.

Song Qingran also smiled, gentle and permeating, and he walked towards her: "It's not important." "

Nanbei said, "Wait a minute. She seemed to be in a good mood, she went to get two goblets and a bottle of red wine, and made out ice cubes, she poured two glasses of red wine, handed a glass to Song Qingran, she didn't wait for him to drink, she raised her head and drank it first, the wine was mixed with the aroma of cherries and grapes, smooth and mellow, but not greasy.

Song Qingran stared at her, and also drank the red wine in his hand, her mouth was red and bright, and she pouted slightly, and he ripped off his tie a little hotly.

Nanbei sat down on the sofa, her body sinking into the soft pillow, and the white calves of her exposed dress swayed.

Song Qingran also sat down beside her, she turned her head to look at him, he was staring at her, she saw her reflection clearly in his eyes, she also saw his desire and his restraint, he wanted to kiss her, but he didn't dare, he was afraid that this impulsive kiss would push her further.

The corners of her lips curved beautifully, and she leaned over soberly and unconsciously, closed her eyes, and dropped a kiss on his lips.

Song Qingran's body stiffened, and then there was irrepressible ecstasy, he trembled his hands, and immediately clasped her waist and pulled her into his arms.

After the kiss, both of them were out of breath.

Song Qingran's slightly rough fingers gently rubbed her slightly red and swollen lips, and asked in a dumb voice, "Beibei, do you know what you're doing?"

"Yes. Nanbei smiled.

"North-north. Song Qingran's voice calling her name seemed to be a little choked, his eyes were slightly red, and he swallowed his Adam's apple.

North and South raised her head, against his arm around her waist, bearing his kiss, a white mist floated in front of her eyes, she was like a fishing boat adrift on the sea, the waves were beating, she was shaking, like a dream but not a dream.

The next day, as soon as Nanbei opened his eyes, he met Song Qingran's dark and smiling eyes, he didn't know how long he had been looking at her sleeping face like this, as if he would never get tired of looking at it, his big palm clasped her little hand in the quilt, as if rubbing it out of nowhere.

Nanbei remembered what happened last night, but she twisted her wrist very calmly and slightly: "Let go." "

Song Qingran obediently let go of his hand.

Nanbei was like a ruthless scumbag girl afterwards, without saying anything, she lifted the quilt with an expressionless face, wrapped herself in a nightgown, and got out of bed.

Song Qingran also got up and half sat on the bed, he looked at Nanbei's reaction, his heart was half cold, he sighed in his heart, followed Nanbei into the bathroom, he gritted his teeth secretly, and then, hugged her from behind, buried it in her neck, and said in a muffled voice: "Do you have no feelings for me?"

The north and south were calm and did not speak.

Song Qingran: "Beibei, don't you know how much I like you, I like you so much that it has become a part of my body, engraved in my bones, and a habit, but I am too confident, confident that you will always be by my side." "

Both of them were silent, and for a moment they could only hear each other's breathing.

After a long time, Song Qingran spoke again, but his tone was a little unconfident: "Beibei, what did you mean last night...... Is it a sign that you forgive me, and can we get back together?"

Nanbei let him hold her, her eyes drooped, her thick eyelashes covered the emotions under her eyes, and she said calmly: "Just keep the status quo." "

She paused slightly: "Enjoy being single, but you can also enjoy the pleasure of the body." "

Song Qingran was completely silent, this sentence can definitely be entered into the scumbag quotations, the subtext is that she doesn't want to be responsible, she wants to be free, and he is just a tool man.

Half a year later, Nanbei became pregnant unexpectedly, and the two still lived in two separate houses at that time, and he was only allowed to live in her house when Nanbei needed Song Qingran.

This morning, Song Qingran was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Nanbei suddenly rushed out of the bathroom with a straight face, startling Song Qingran.

He innocently opened his dark eyes, looked at her, and cautiously asked, "What's wrong?"

Nanbei frowned: "People who are dozens of years old, don't pretend to be innocent." "

Song Qingran smiled: "Did something happen? Early in the morning, so angry." "

Nanbei stared at him for a while, feeling as if he really didn't know what was going on, so he pursed his lips and handed him the pregnancy test stick with a cold face.

Song Qingran suddenly saw the pregnancy test stick, and was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to react for a while, his mind was blank, and his breathing was a little heavier.

Nanbei's voice was indifferent: "Did you move your hands and feet, so I got pregnant?"

Pregnant.

Song Qingran was like an initiation, and he was sober. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his cheeks tensed, his teeth gritted, his fingers slowly clenched, and then, his eyes stared brightly at Nanbei, and he repeated like a repeater: "You're pregnant, Beibei, you're pregnant." "

He really didn't know, and he didn't dare to do anything, the arrival of this child was really accidental and providential.

His Adam's apple twitched, his eyes slowly turned red, he endured complicated emotions, his burning gaze shrouded in the flat lower abdomen in the north and south, his chest trembled with pain, and he was so excited that he even breathed a little.

He had so much to say, but he couldn't say a word at the moment.

He wants to turn all his guilt into pampering, all for this unborn child, this time, Dad must be a good father.

Nanbei gave birth to a baby boy, and this child did not toss her at all from the beginning of pregnancy, did not have morning sickness, and did not make trouble at night. The production was also extraordinarily smooth.

Yan Yu hugged the baby and smiled at the north and south on the bed: "This child is here to repay the favor." "

The circles under her eyes were red, and her eyes were filled with mist, she remembered the child she had lost before, her eyelashes trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably down the corners of her eyes, she took a deep breath to prevent herself from crying again.

The tip of Yan Yu's nose was also a little red, but she hooked her lips and smiled: "Beibei, you can't cry during confinement, and besides, he is back with you now." "

"Hmm. The north and south fingertips wiped away the tears.

There were only two of them in the room, and Song Qingran's company had an urgent matter, so he went to deal with it first.

Yu coaxed the baby: "Aren't you going to give him a name?"

After Nanbei and Song Qingran got back together, but they have not been made public, even if it is a gathering of friends, she never admits that Song Qingran is her boyfriend or someone else, and later became pregnant, Song Qingran also lives like a tool person, accompanied by prenatal checkups, accompanied by shopping things, massaged every day, and contacted the hospital after being busy, just don't ask what the relationship between the two is, just ask ordinary friends.

Song Qingran has changed a lot now, and the Song family has also changed a lot, Song Qingran gave the bodyguard a sum of money and asked him to leave with Jiang Sheng and his son, and the Song family's-stirring sticks have long been difficult to protect themselves.

"That's fine now. Nanbei replied, "Baby, I can also raise it." "

Yan Yu smiled and didn't say anything more, the baby boy she was holding in her arms smiled at her, with white skin, long eyelashes, and black eyes, and a smile almost melted people's hearts.

Yan Yu sighed: "I have to say, your son also looks too much like Song Qingran." "

This is also Song Qingran's proudest and most secretly happy place, even if Nanbei refuses to admit him, but as long as the two of them go out with the baby, everyone will know that he is the baby's father and Nanbei's husband.

When he was a baby, Song Qingran had proposed marriage several times, but none of them were successful, he was ruthlessly rejected every time, the north and the south still held grudges, and the reasons for rejecting him were all his previous routines, what kind of marriage is so important? Marriage is just a piece of paper, I can give you everything, but I can't give you marriage.

Song Qingran was so angry that his chest was stuffy, but he had to have a considerate and gentle smile on his face.

Song Qingran is still not very satisfied, he also loves his son very much, but Nanbei is too partial to this kid, there is no shadow of him in his eyes except for his son, from the time she gave birth to her son to the present, she has not looked at him directly.

After the baby was six months old, Nanbei weaned him, she returned to the workplace, and the child was handed over to the care of two sisters-in-law and Song Qingran.

Just a few months after resuming work, Nanbei was worried about the children and did not go on a business trip, but later she saw that Song Qingran was very handy with the children, and she was reluctant to give up the job opportunity, when the baby was eleven months old, she flew to Italy to participate in Fashion Week.

This week, she was busy like a spinning top, and when she returned to the hotel late at night, she was so tired that she fell asleep after a routine glance at her good son.

Song Qingran on the other end of the video is like a deep resentful woman, he coaxes himself while crying for his mother's son.

Hey, he didn't even have time to tell her that the baby had learned to call Mom and Dad.

The senior executives and directors of the Song Group have long been accustomed to it, and their president has to become a super dad because his wife or ex-wife is too ambitious, so every video conference is in the shape of holding a baby boy.

A week later, Nanbei dragged her suitcase home, she asked Song Qingran to take care of the child at home and not to pick her up, but fortunately she didn't let him come, she temporarily changed flights today, landed early, and arrived home early, but she bumped into Song Qingran torturing her son.

Her baby cried so much that her face was red, tears were caught in the corners of her eyes, and she was aggrieved: "Mom, Dad......" The milk voice melted when I heard it.

The hearts of the north and the south were crumpled together.

Song Qingran has been coaxing this ancestor for a long time, and he is a little irritable, this ancestor must have known that his mother was coming back, and began to pretend to be pitiful and coquettish, wanting to frame his father.

Song Qingran didn't notice that Nanbei had returned, and sneered at the baby: "Just think of your mother, it's not a shame, Lao Tzu has no wife, and he doesn't cry as loudly as you." "

As soon as his voice fell, he remembered the voice of Nanbei Yin and gritting his teeth behind him: "Song Qingran, I'm not here, that's how you bullied my son?"

Song Qingran was startled, stunned, and when she reacted, Nanbei had already hugged her poor son crying in distress, she coaxed him: "Baby, your father is a bad person, and his mother will come to punish him later, he doesn't want to get married and have a wedding." "

Song Qingran's heart sank, and when it was over, he was like a puppy wagging his tail, and hurriedly rubbed it up, explaining: "It's not like you see, I'm so gentle with my son...... Sister-in-law can also prove ......"

Nanbei frowned: "Stay away from my son." "

Song Qingran cheekily hugged the two from behind, his stupid son was still crying just now, tears were still in the corners of his eyes, but at this moment he was smirking happily, his eyes were bent into a little moon, drooling, and he called him: "Dad, Dad, Dad, ......"

Nanbei couldn't help but laugh too.

Song Qingran's breathing was hot, her chin rested on her shoulder socket, and she whispered, "Wife." "

After a long time, Nanbei responded softly.

She has gambled for twenty years, and now what is she afraid of.

Then love again, and she is willing to plant her.