Song Qingran's eyes were dark, and his luster was a little weaker.

Only now did he deeply feel how uncomfortable he was to be disgusted by the north and south, but this discomfort was much better than the heart-wrenching pain of losing her.

He pursed his lips and quietly followed her.

The supermarket she was going to in the north and south was at Carrefour, not far from her apartment, and she pushed a cart. The footsteps went in quickly, and she had already made a list of purchases, so the purchase was fast, and the last one she was going to buy was blueberry milk.

There are only the last two bottles left in the supermarket, which are placed relatively high.

Nanbei stood on tiptoe, stretched out his white hand, and tilted his head slightly, wanting to take the milk. But it could only touch the edge of the milk bottle.

A man leaned over behind him, the man was tall, with a broad silhouette, slender legs, and a strong hand that he could get the milk that the north and south had worked hard for a long time.

Nanbei smelled the breath on Song Qingran's body, she held her breath, her body stiffened a little, and pursed her lips.

Song Qingran's voice was slightly lower. The breath lingered slightly in her ear: "Do you want to take this?"

The North and the South did not answer him.

Fortunately, Song Qingran didn't lean on it for a while, and after he took off the milk, he politely took a step back and put the milk into the shopping cart in the north and south.

North and South stared at the bottle of milk. She really needs this bottle of milk.

It doesn't matter who takes it down.

She said lightly to Song Qingran: "Thank you." "No matter how polite it is, it can't be more sparse, as if Song Qingran is just a stranger.

When Nanbei went to check out, Song Qingran grabbed a bottle of water casually and followed her to settle the bill.

The two walked back silently, maintaining a suffocating silence all the way, and Nanbei wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but. Her slightly aching heart and depression kept her calm.

When she was about to enter the building, Song Qingran finally spoke: "North, let's talk." "

After he said this, Nanbei calmed down.

"As I said, we don't have much to talk about. "

Song Qingran stretched the line of his chin, his chest was slightly suffocated, he was silent, and said, "Don't you want to talk about the marriage certificate?"

Nanbei's beautiful eyebrows flashed with sarcasm, she turned around, raised her eyes to look at Song Qingran, and sneered: "Is the marriage certificate real?"

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart.

Since Song Qingran dared to take it out. It shows that the certificate is real, the Song family is powerful and powerful, but it is just a marriage certificate.

Song Qingran's Adam's apple moved lightly, and his eyes were dark: "It's true." "

The ridicule in Nanbei's eyes became deeper and deeper, and before she could speak, Song Qingran said: "Two years ago, I didn't get a certificate with Jiang Sheng, and I didn't marry her......"

"It's just that the Song family and the Jiang family think that you and Jiang Sheng have obtained the certificate, right?" Nanbei hooked the corners of his lower lip as if he didn't care, "What's the point of this? Everyone in the circle knows that you are married to Jiang Sheng, and you are Jiang Sheng's wife." You and Jiang Sheng also have a child, even if you and her don't have that fragile marriage certificate, your relationship is not the slightest difference in the eyes of outsiders. "

The laugh lines on the north and south lips became deeper and deeper: "Do you still think that I should be grateful for that marriage certificate?"

Song Qingran didn't say a word. Quietly, without dodging, he accepted the knife wounds of the north and south, and his throat was dry.

"You're still the same as you were two years ago, and I've always been a pet, not a person. Marriage is a matter of two people, but you will get a marriage certificate based on your own ideas, as simple as you get a health certificate for your pet. "

Nanbei took a deep breath: "Since Mr. Song has a way to get the certificate alone, then Mr. Song must have a way to get the marriage certificate alone." We've been separated for two years, each with its own tracks, and I don't want to intersect with you anymore. "

"Not good. Song Qingran's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he gritted his teeth tightly. The lines of his jaw tightened, "Beibei, I can't leave you, I've not had a good time at all in the past two years." "

He probably calculated that he was going to take the miserable route, and his always cold and hard face, at a glance, there was still a bit of distress.

The man's eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot: "Beibei, I've always dreamed of you coming back in the past two years." As soon as I touched you, I woke up, and I was still alone. "

He understands what the North and the South think, and the North and the South don't want to be canaries. Two years ago, he couldn't turn a corner, it was because of his distorted personality, and the stronger his desire to control the north and south, the more it showed his inner fear and uneasiness. His subconscious fear was that North and South would leave him.

"Jiang Sheng and I didn't get a certificate. His tone was calm and his words were clear, "Her son is not mine either." "

Nanbei's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Song Qingran in a daze, and didn't react for a while.

Song Qingran repeated it again, her voice firm and calm: "That kid has nothing to do with me. "

Speaking of children, he knew that he inadvertently stabbed Nanbei in the heart again, and the lost child was the pain of both of their lives.

Song Qingran's eyes slowly turned red, and his thin lips turned into a sharp straight line.

If there were no two years of separation from the north and the south, two years of loneliness, and no car accident two years ago, his thoughts about the child probably would not have changed, or like two years ago, dispensable, or even without children, he was too insecure, and he would have worried that the child would occupy the two-person world between him and the north and south, and he had regrets and worries about the loss of the child back then. There is also guilt, but there is no real feeling of the loss of love.

He said, "My child, it will only be your child." "

The nose was slightly sour, and she tilted her head slightly. Hold back the tears that are about to fall.

"I'm really sorry about the child's business. "

Nanbei heard his apology, and said in his heart that he was calm and not calm, saying that he was excited but seemed to be very calm, her child was gone, but Jiang Sheng's child was alive and well.

Her eyes were hot, she sniffed, didn't say anything to Song Qingran, lifted her things, and entered the apartment building, and Song Qingran behind her stood quietly in place.

*

Before this, Nanbei never thought that she would have a legal connection with Song Qingran, or the relationship between husband and wife.

Song Qingran said that Jiang Sheng's child was not his.

Nanbei believes this, she has known Song Qingran for more than 20 years, and naturally knows that Song Qingran's arrogance and disdain let him lie on this, not to mention, being cuckolded is such a thing, even a man can't bear it.

Nanbei lay on the bed, staring at the glare light, and slowly closed his eyes.

She's still too soft-hearted.

Song Qingran is a man she has seriously loved for many years, and time has worn away her resentment towards him.

*

When Nanbei woke up the next day, his body was a little uncomfortable, his nose was stuffed, and his head was a little dizzy.

She caught a cold in the flu-prone season, and her aunt arrived early, perhaps because she was too busy at work and had irregular sleep schedules some time ago, and this time her aunt was still in pain.

When she went to the toilet, she glanced at herself in her glasses, and only felt that her face was as white as a wall.

But she still has to go to work in the company today.

It's okay to take a leave of absence, but the work is always there, and if you don't do it today, it will pile up until tomorrow.