Song Qingran's voice came from behind her, calm and powerful, penetrating the eardrums of Nanbei and Nanbei, and he said, "Beibei, when the show is over, I have something to tell you." "

Nanbei didn't even stop his footsteps, and soon disappeared from Song Qingran's field of vision.

Song Qingran stood in place, staring at the direction she left for a long time, and then slowly lowered her thick black eyelashes, covering the complicated thoughts under her eyes.

In the dim light of the dressing room, the thin silhouette was a little pale and lonely, inexplicably distressing.

The people around him were busy with work, in fact, they had more or less seen the actions between Song Qingran and the north and the south, but everyone didn't dare to look at it clearly, and now that the north and the south are gone, this Mr. Song looks so lost, and he can't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

Presumably, this Mr. Song is in love with Miss Nan, right? It's a pity that Miss Nan already has Mr. Bo by her side, and she also has a lovely child. For the happiness of the cute baby, she can't cheat!

A staff member hesitated, handed over the work in hand to another person, walked over and asked Song Qingran: "Mr. Song, do you need help? The staff member lowered his gaze, blushed a little, and said, "emm, Mr. Song, you may not have experience in catwalks, and you don't know that models are all needed...... And we're still a panty show. "

Although her words were very quiet, Song Qingran also understood, his eyes were not even emotional, his expression was cold, and his voice was even more clammy and cold on a cold winter and rainy night: "No need to thank you, I'll come by myself." "

The staff gave Song Qingran the razor and then withdrew.

Song Qingran pulled the curtain up, he lowered his eyes, and landed on his lower body, for a long time. Laughed, it turned out that he had to shave his hair.

The show is about to start.

The dynamic music has sounded, the atmosphere of the scene has gradually become hotter, and the guests have arrived one after another, Nanbei glanced at the position of the reporters in the background, said a few words to the assistant sideways, and then returned to the backstage, she swept her eyes, did not see Song Qingran's figure, she pursed her lips, pulled a person, and asked, "Where is Song Qingran?"

The man was still holding the props in his hand, and he hurriedly walked around, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Melana just took him to shave, probably, in the B fitting room." "

Nanbei frowned subconsciously, and his eyebrows sank.

To be honest, shaving is a model's daily routine, and it is often done by those behind the scenes, but Melana is not responsible for this job. Not long after she joined the company, she didn't follow the rules, she should have taken a fancy to Song Qingran.

Nanbei was a little irritable, because of Song Qingran, it disrupted her work, but she also knew that it was not Song Qingran's fault, but her mood today was difficult to calm down.

She saw a fitting room with a curtain closed, and she stood outside the fitting room: "Song Qingran?"

No one responded.

Nanbei took a deep breath: "Song Qingran, Melana, is there anyone in there?"

Still no one responded, but the curtain moved clearly. She could also hear the sound of squirming inside, and Nanbei said, "Is there no one?

She waited for three seconds, and as soon as she was about to open the curtain, she only pulled a quarter of the way, and the man's slender hand pressed down on her hand to prevent her from continuing to pull it open.

Song Qingran was naked, the lines of his arm muscles were smooth and powerful, his dark eyes reflected her silhouette, frowning slightly, and looking very innocent, and said softly: "Beibei, you disturbed me." "

Nanbei was expressionless, although she looked at his face, but the person's field of vision was wide, so she couldn't avoid seeing that Song Qingran's lower body was also naked.

His lower abdomen is well-organized, strong, and lumpy, and the mermaid line slowly extends downward. Xiao Song Qingran was very quiet, he was cleaning his own hair.

Nanbei had seen each other many times, but her face was still a little hot, and she was a little confused, so she actually asked, "Where did Malana go?"

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows: "Ask me, who is she?" He seemed to suddenly realize, "You don't think she's shaving me, right?"

His dark eyes were stained with an innocent, innocent and harmless look: "No, I came by myself." "

Nanbei's chest rose and fell: "Got it, you hurry up." "

"It's not going to be, you're scared of it. "

Nanbei raised his eyes, what to say, Song Qingran probably guessed that he was about to step on the bottom line of Nanbei, so he loosened the curtain very familiarly, closed it himself, and his low and magnetic voice came from behind the curtain: "It's okay right away, Designer Nan." "

There is really no fire in the north and south.

*

This time, Song Qingran got better soon, the show had already begun, while looking at the show, Nanbei took the time to look back, and when she saw Song Qingran, her eyes paused, and quickly slid over him.

Song Qingran is quite suitable for the catwalk, he is born with the noble temperament of a superior, coupled with years of fitness to maintain a tight and smooth body, as well as God's face, which is enough to package him as a walking hormone and an aphrodisiac for activities.

His deep gaze was on Nanbei and Nan. The show director's voice was very loud: "Song, do you hear clearly? You remember to step on the point, you haven't rehearsed, it doesn't matter if you don't step on it, but you have to make sure that you don't stay on stage for too long, don't affect the movement of the model behind, okay?"

Song Qingran nodded lightly, he withdrew his gaze to look north and south, and in the noisy music, he walked with his back straight, his expression indifferent, like an elegant cheetah, patrolling his territory.

As soon as he came out, the audience in the front row was basically well-known people from all walks of life, although Song Qingran's exposure has decreased a lot in the past two years, they can still recognize that this is the current young head of the Song Group.

Some of the women in the back row started screaming, "Oh my God, Asian model, what a nice body." "

"Why do you look familiar? I look like I've seen it!"

"That's too sexy, isn't it? I want his stuff in five minutes!!"

"I'm going to buy these panties!

After staying in this line for a long time, you know that there are many lucky and soaring people, so photographers will never give up taking pictures of unfamiliar faces, and for a while, the sound of shutters and screams filled the entire show.

Song Qingran had no expression during the whole process, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were looking ahead, and he had a strong aura of asceticism, which was particularly seductive.

When he went back to the backstage, he saw the north and south. Suddenly, the thin lips were slightly raised, the arc was shallow, and it was soft for a while, hitting people's hearts.

Only North and South, her heart has been beating for him for twenty years, and now she really needs to be calm, she is old and can't stand the toss, she just needs a plain life.

*

At the celebration banquet in the evening, there was naturally Song Qingran. Song Qingran is a sponsor, and he has a friendship to play a model, and the teachers in the north and south are really grateful to him.

Nanbei wore a rose champagne-colored sundress, her brown curls were lazily scattered, reflecting a light sheen in the bright light, and the ends of her hair brushed her white skin from time to time with her movements.

There is a group of male models surrounding her, toasting her, male models are basically 185cm starting, the north and south look extraordinarily petite, she smiles gently, the broken light under her eyes ripples, rippling with the hearts of several people.

It's just that such a picture is particularly dazzling when it falls in Song Qingran's eyes, and when she chuckles, a large piece of white skin on her chest pierces his heart even more.

Song Qingran suppressed his impulse, he remembered Lu Yan's guidance - the north and the south are soft-hearted, eat soft and not hard, and selling miserably will be more effective than tough.

Therefore, Song Qingran still walked over, but didn't say anything, just stood by the side of the north and south a little sullenly.

Nanbei noticed him and was a little impatient, but he didn't say anything, she pretended not to see anything, but the teacher from Nanbei saw it, and he joked: "Bei, you have to thank Mr. Song." "

Song Qingran smiled slightly. Rare harmless: "Unwanted." "

"Yes, why don't you need it?" said the teacher, "Mr. Song, today's underwear is very suitable for you, and I will design a few more for you." "

Song Qingran originally wanted to refuse, but the teacher continued: "Actually, this batch of shows is very good, if Mr. Song likes it, I will let people send it to you, although some of them were not designed by me, but they were also designed by my protégé Bei." "

The last sentence made Song Qingran stop talking.

He changed his tone and said gently, "That's really exciting." "

Throughout the night, Song Qingran maintained a gentlemanly attitude, looking at Nanbei with gentle eyes but not frivolous, but Nanbei was a little uncomfortable, and this discomfort came from the fact that the comfort zone of her life was broken.

Nanbei drank some wine, and when the celebration banquet was over, she was a little dizzy, and she was still responsible for the aftermath, and when she finally went out. Stumbled, Song Qingran's powerful big hand held her waist.

Nanbei subconsciously pulled away his hand, and his voice was cold: "Don't touch me." "

"Well, don't touch it. "

Nanbei spoke very poisonously: "...... It's dirty. "

Song Qingran's fingertips trembled, and he lowered his eyes: "Beibei ......"

Nanbei said: "I don't want to hear it. "

"Beibei, I miss you so much, I really miss you, I ...... I know I'm doing it wrong......"

"It doesn't make sense, Song Qingran, do you mean any of this? Yes. I know you miss me, and I feel that you want to redeem me, and I know that you admit your mistake, but is it useful? Our relationship has broken down, I will not look back, I am too tired to be with you, I don't want to make myself miserable, so I don't want to contact you again. Nanbei had a faint headache, and she pursed the corners of her lips.

Song Qingran's heart ached.

Because of these words of the north and the south, he suddenly realized. He thought too simply, he thought that the biggest problem between them was a misunderstanding, but he ignored the power of time, and time had already grinded the misunderstanding into a huge gulf between the two.

For the north and south, the misunderstanding was just dead skin, insignificant.

She didn't care anymore.

But Song Qingran still had to say: "North, Jiang Sheng and I are not married, and my wife is not her." "

When Nanbei heard this, she was stunned, her pupils subconsciously contracted, her pupils were frighteningly black, the dark light was floating and sinking, and the cold light was cold.

But in the next second, she twisted her eyebrows, and disgust appeared between her eyebrows: "Song Qingran, you have a child, since you married Jiang Sheng, please respect your wife, don't always eat in the bowl and look at the pot, who are you when you are?"

She shook off Song Qingran's hand, her outline was cold, and her steps walked outside quickly and a little flustered.

Song Qingran wanted to follow, but Nanbei's voice was resistant, and his tone raised a little: "Don't follow me, it's disgusting, I feel sick to my stomach when I see you, I want to vomit." "

In the past two years, the temperament of the north and the south has cultivated a lot, but the alcohol and Song Qingran have released the viciousness that she has suppressed for a long time, and her words are extremely vicious, like poisonous needles, which are bound to pierce Song Qingran with holes.

"Seeing you like this, I really regret it, I regret falling in love with you back then. "

Song Qingran stood in place, his fingers were forceful, the green tendons on the back of his hand were undulating, and his black eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, which was a little terrifying.

"Sometimes, I'm really glad I didn't go down with you. "

After Nanbei finished speaking, the taxi she called also came, she opened the back door, and quickly got into the car, the car slowly spewed exhaust fumes, the lights flashed, and blended into the traffic.

Song Qingran lowered his eyes, his chest rose and fell faintly, the pain was painful, he pulled his lips and snorted.

Not for a while. He also got into the car and gave the driver an address.

*

The rear compartment was dimly lit, and the north and south leaned against the window, and the faint street lamps on both sides of the road passed her face, and her long eyelashes hung down, reflecting the shallow shadow under her eyes.

She didn't know what was in her mind, her heart twitched for a moment, the tip of her nose was red and sour, alcohol gave people the courage to cry, but also gave people the opportunity to be vulnerable. Her eyes were hot, her eyelashes moved slightly, and tears rolled down.

She reached out the back of her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, her skin was hot and damp.

When she sees Song Qingran, she will think of her child, in the past two years, she has been very guilty and regretful, the emotion of regret is like the tide drowning her, she has had nightmares countless times, dreaming that she killed her own child herself, dreaming that she was covered in blood and collapsed on the ground, dreaming that she heard many, many baby crying.

It's not that no one has chased her in the past two years, and it's not that she hasn't thought about being with other people and coming out of the shadows, but she has failed every time.

Nanbei feels that it is difficult to get out of a 20-year-long relationship, but it is not impossible.

It's like she thinks of Song Qingran now, but rarely thinks of him.

It's that she can't control herself now, she wants to cry, but she feels inexplicably aggrieved and tired, the driver glanced at Nanbei from the rearview mirror, and stopped talking, seeing that Nanbei's home was almost there, but she didn't ask much.

*

Not long after Nanbei returned to his apartment, Song Qingran also came, he got out of the car, didn't go upstairs, just stood downstairs, looked up, and stared at the bright light somewhere.

Where she is, it is home, and the breath of her like sunshine makes him feel at ease.

It took him many years to make himself aware and admit this fact at the cost of losing her, so he is now willing to accept the punishment.

He rolled his Adam's apple up and down, suppressing the vague anger that was surging around, and he wanted to control his excitement and possessiveness.

*

That night, the media reporters reported the news of Song Qingran's catwalk in a timely manner, and sent Song Qingran, an amateur, to the Weibo hot search list.

Everyone originally thought that Song Qingran was a rookie model, but after a search, they learned that Song Qingran was actually the top decision-maker of the Song Group, the eldest young master of the Song family, who was rich and talented, and even more attractive.

With the heat, some people are curious about Song Qingran's private life, and they are all wondering why Song Qingran suddenly went to the model show, guessing and guessing, but guessing the peachy relationship, saying that Song Qingran fell in love with the little designer of this show.

"Isn't Song Qingran married? I remember that he got married two years ago, and he has a wife, right?"

"Is this a blatant derailment??"

"Is it so rampant? I hate Xiao San the most, this designer has been black all his life. "