In the next period of time, Nanbei would see Song Qingran from time to time, occasionally he would see his car parked downstairs in her house, and he would not get down, the black car was like a silent beast, quietly dormant in the dark; sometimes she would see him in the company, most of his side was followed by a large group of subordinates, and he only looked at her from a distance. He withdrew his gaze.

Song Qingran slowly infiltrated the life of the north and south.

Everyone around her tacitly assumed that he was her husband, and if she seriously explained that they were not in such a relationship, others would either think she was low-key or think she was hypocritical.

If Nanbei is busy with work and has no time to eat at noon, the assistant was just about to bring her food, and Song Qingran's people immediately sent a sumptuous meal. Song Qingran is also very good at being a person, and the meals delivered include the staff around her, causing the people around her to can't help but say good things for him.

"Bei, Mr. Song is so good to you. "

"Before, others also talked about that Mr. Song has an ex-wife and children, and it is sarcastic that you want to be a stepmother to others. As a result, Mr. Song has neither an ex-wife nor children with others, and he is so considerate to you. You're a good match. "

Nanbei just smiled and didn't say anything, after all, what others saw was only the surface, she and his past. None of them are clear.

*

After the work at hand in the north and south was busy for a while, after work one day, Song Qingran knocked on the office door of the north and south.

Nanbei whispered, "Enter." "

Song Qingran leaned against the door and pursed his lips: "Do you want to see that child?"

The hand that was tapping on the keyboard paused, and the light in his eyes sank.

The kid ......

Last time he said, the child's grave was in London.

She actually knew that there was no point in going to see the tomb, it was not yet formed. It's just a sustenance, maybe for Song Qingran, it's still a fake confession, he wants to make his heart better.

Nanbei raised his eyes, met Song Qingran's eyes, and after a while, said, "Okay." "

Song Qingran's throat moved lightly: "I'll pick you up tomorrow." "

*

At night.

Bo Yan sent Bo Yue to his home in the north and south, he had a temporary job, and he was worried that Bo Yue would have no one to take care of him.

Nanbei opened the door, Bo Yan stood outside the door, holding Bo Yue in his hand, he lowered his eyes to look at Nanbei. Concerned about her: "Are you feeling better?"

Nanbei smiled: "It's much better, it's actually nothing." "

Bo Yan's dark eyes were deep, he stared at her quietly for a while, there were many questions he wanted to ask, about her and Song Qingran, but Bo Yue was there, he couldn't ask, and he was faintly afraid to ask.

He raised his thin lips, touched Bo Yue's head, and said, "Yue Yue said that he wanted to come to you, so I will trouble you to take care of him for one night, and I will come to pick him up tomorrow morning." "

Squat down in the north and south. Smiled at Bo Yue.

Bo Yue threw himself into her arms like a coquettish, hugged her neck intimately, but didn't say anything.

Nanbei rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek, and the smile was sweet. The whole person relaxed, she originally liked the child very much, and after the child was gone, she almost transferred her love to Bo Yue in the past few years.

Bo Yan's gaze softened unconsciously, and there was a burst of warmth in his chest.

Nanbei asked Xiao Yueyue to enter the room, she stood up, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and said to Bo Yan: "You may need to pick up Yue Yue earlier tomorrow, or I will send Yue Yue to you tomorrow, I have something to go to London tomorrow." "

London.

Bo Yan's dark eyes shrank, he squinted, still raising his lips and smiling: "Go to London?"

"Hmm. Nanbei's chest rose and fell shallowly. Still, she said, "There's something." "

Bo Yan knew that she didn't want to say more, so he pursed the corners of his lips and didn't ask again, only said, "Okay, I'll come to pick up Bo Yue early tomorrow, I've worked hard for you tonight." "

Nanbei smiled shallowly: "Okay." "

Bo Yan turned to leave, and the fingers hanging by his side rubbed unconsciously. He said in a low voice: "Beibei, although it is a little unfair to say this now, I don't want you to get hurt." Song Qingran is not a good match. "

The thick eyelashes in the north and south drooped slightly, hiding the emotion in her eyes.

Bo Yan's voice came from above her head: "Jiang Sheng was still raised by him in London, it is difficult to say whether that child is his child or not." Beibei, Song Qingran has always been a career-oriented ......"

Nanbei listened to Bo Yan quietly, but in her heart, she actually believed in Song Qingran.

The Song Qingran she knew, no matter how bad it was, would not and disdainfully lie about such a thing.

She believed that Song Qingran was not married to Jiang Sheng, and she also believed that Jiang Sheng's child was not Song Qingran's.

But she can also understand Bo Yan, she is very grateful for Bo Yan's help to her over the years, he is her brother-in-law and her eternal relative.

*

After Nanbei sent Bo Yan away, she entered the house, she closed the door, turned around, and saw Bo Yue looking at her with dark eyes, he pursed his lips seriously.

Nanbei smiled at him: "What's wrong?"

Bo Yue asked, "Are you going to London tomorrow?"

"Yes. "

"Do you want to come back?"

"Come back. Nanbei bent her eyes, "Auntie is reluctant to go further." "

Bo Yue pursed his lower lip again, his eyelashes blinked, and he didn't say anything.

Nanbei took him by the hand, took him to wash, and wiped his face. He changed into his usual pajamas and gave him a children's cream.

Bo Yue, a straight man of steel, still doesn't like the taste of cream, and has been hiding, but after all, he is reluctant to give up the soft hands of the north and south. He looked like he was at home, and put his face in front of the north and south.

Nanbei smiled with crooked eyes.

Before going to bed, Bo Yue lay in Nanbei's arms, and his nose smelled the warm aroma on her body, which was nostalgic, and he couldn't sleep a little.

Nanbei noticed his movements and looked down at him: "What's wrong? Can't you sleep?"

Bo Yue shook his head and asked softly, "Auntie, are you going to marry the uncle who came to you before?"

Nanbei was stunned, and when she reacted, she shook her head and said, "No." "

Bo Yue didn't relax at all, he asked again: "Auntie, can't you be my mother?" I want you to be my mother, and I want to be with you forever." "

Nanbei pursed her lips, the bedside lamp was weak, she saw Bo Yue's eyes in the dark light, she patted his back, her voice was as soft as possible, she said: "Yue Yue, I am your aunt, your mother is my sister, aunt can't be your mother, but aunt will love you and love you like a mother." "

Disappointment flashed in Bo Yue's eyes, and his voice was muffled: "However, my aunt will marry someone else, there will be other children, and there will be other families......"

"But your aunt will love you the same, more and more. Nanbei repeated, and then, she took Bo Yue into her arms, and comforted her softly, "Auntie's love for you will not change, you believe Auntie, okay?"

Bo Yue was silent for a long time before nodding vigorously and hugging Nanbei tightly.

*

The next day, when Song Qingran came, Nanbei was taking Bo Yue to breakfast, she opened the door for Song Qingran, and continued to take care of Bo Yue.

Bo Yue glanced at Song Qingran not very happily, he could actually eat by himself, but he pursed the corners of his lips and said, "I want to eat this." "

He pointed to the fritters.

The fritters were bought back by the North and South in the Super League.

Nanbei smiled, took a fritter and fed it to Bo Yue's mouth, she saw that Bo Yue's lips were stained with the residue of soy milk, she smiled dotingly, and gently picked up a tissue to wipe it for him.

Bo Yue glanced at Song Qingran defiantly.

Song Qingran's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his eyes were slightly astringent.