"Are you a fool to me?" Jiang Sheng smiled, "It seems that you really hate the north and the south, seeing your face, I believe that Song Qingran may not be the same as the north and the south." "

Su Xiang's expression froze slightly, a little stiff, she paused, and said, "Song Qingran really cares about the north and the south, if you want to marry him, the north and the south are your biggest obstacle." "

Jiang Sheng didn't seem to care much: "The more you say this, the more I want to marry Song Qingran, however, you are wrong about one thing, there is no obstacle to who my Miss Jiang wants to marry, because I have the family background and beauty that all men want to pursue." "

Su Xiang smiled even deeper: "Then I wish Miss Jiang a victory in advance." "

Jiang Sheng's gaze moved down and landed on Su Xiang's stomach, as if smiling: "Whose child is in your belly?" Although she was smiling, that smile looked a little scary, her gaze was as terrifying as if it had been quenched with a poisonous snake, "You shouldn't tell me that it's Song Qingran, right?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips, and the tip of his heart shrank slightly. Feeling that her stomach seemed to hurt a little, she unconsciously moved her fingers down a little, slightly blocked her stomach, and said with a smile: "No." "

"Yes, I thought it was Song Qingran, I married Song Qingran, if he raised a woman outside, I didn't care, but I had to think about my future child, I didn't want an illegitimate child to suddenly appear outside. "

Su Xiang pursed his lips: "If my child is Song Qingran's, how can Song Qingran allow me to marry Song Qinghan, and how can Song Qinghan marry me." Her eyes were sharp for a moment, and then she regained her peace, "My child belongs to me and Song Qinghan." "

As she spoke, her fingers clenched a little unconsciously, as if she was a little unwilling to regret it, she was too impulsive, but it was the north and the south that were to blame, it was the north and the south that snatched Song Qingran.

After she returned to London, she saw Qingran and asked to get back together, but Qingran refused her without hesitation. He said that he only regarded her as a sister, she didn't want to be a sister at all, she liked him for so many years, she was by his side for so many years, why could she only be a sister?

At that time, she was unwilling, resentful, and retaliated, so she set her sights on Song Qingran's brother, she thought, Song Qingran didn't marry her, it was better to marry Song Qinghan, she became his sister-in-law, at least, he couldn't get rid of her for the rest of his life, and he had to see her for the rest of his life. What she feared more than he hated her was that he had forgotten her. And Song Qinghan is a playboy, or an aspiring playboy, with a person like her who has a family background and appearance taking the initiative to give her a hug, Song Qinghan naturally will not refuse. But at the beginning, Song Qinghan just wanted to go to bed, it was she who designed the pregnancy, and took Song Qingran's secret in exchange for forcing Song Qinghan to marry her.

Jiang Sheng looked at Su Xiang with a smile. That pair of eyes seemed to see through everything, and her tone was a little sarcastic: "It's not bad to marry Song Qinghan, Song Qinghan, as long as you are useful to him, he will not abandon you." "

Su Xiang's chest was blocked, but she still had a slightly shy smile on her face, and she said, "I borrowed your auspicious words." "

"You're welcome. Jiang Sheng smiled.

*

On the first day of Song Qinghan's wedding, he still lived in the old house, and Grandpa Song was also discharged from the hospital and lived at home.

In the eyes of Old Man Song. Song Qingran and Nanbei are no longer a couple, Nanbei is his little granddaughter, so he asked the maid to arrange accommodation for the two separately.

Nanbei was packing his luggage in the house, planning to return to China in two days, but the door suddenly opened, and the person who came in was Song Qingran.

He was dressed in casual gray loungewear, a pair of deep eyes staring closely at the north and south, his pupils were pure black, the light projection, the bridge of his nose was high, and his lips were thin.

His original expression was slightly cold, and when he saw that Nanbei was packing his luggage, his eyes were heavy, and the residual smile between his eyebrows had gradually disappeared, and there was a bit of inexplicable anger in his eyes, and he asked, "Beibei, where are you going?"

Looking back, as if nothing had happened: "Go back to China to work, I told you last time, did you forget?"

Song Qingran's expression eased for a moment, and a trace of exhaustion flashed between his eyebrows. He walked in.

Nanbei looked at him like this, and her heart was also a little upset, she actually knew that he had been working hard recently, Song Qinghan had his father's help, but Song Qingran had to fight alone, Uncle Song not only would not help him, but might even fall into the ground. As for Grandpa Song, he will probably just stand by and watch, and he will use this struggle to choose the most suitable heir.

He is here, and it is not easy for Nanbei to continue to clean up, she slowly stood up, her calves were a little swollen recently, and in the next second, Song Qingran hugged her horizontally.

His eyes were very dark and dark, clearly reflecting her silhouette, she subconsciously grabbed his collar, Song Qingran hugged Nanbei to the bed, but he didn't let go of her, he let her lean on his chest, he lowered his head slightly, smelled the familiar smell on her body, and felt that the anger and blood in his heart had calmed down a little, and his arms slowly tightened, as if he wanted to imprison her in his arms.

He had been feeling uneasy lately, because there were so many variables and so few things he could confirm, and the feeling was like the loss of a beloved object when he was a child, and it inevitably made him irritable.

Nanbei has been by his side for so many years, and he hopes that she can stay by his side forever and never abandon him.

He let go of her slightly, staring at her intently and earnestly. Over the years, no matter how she has changed, but in his opinion, she doesn't seem to have changed, she is still the same as she first saw her, and she is still the little girl with mist in her eyes and crying is particularly painful.

Nanbei had just washed her hair, her hair was half-dried and scattered on her shoulders, Song Qingran's eyes moved slightly, but she stretched out her fingers and gently helped her comb it, and her movements were very light.

Nanbei was a little uncomfortable, he held her like a doll.

Song Qingran said in a low voice: "Beibei, do you remember ......" He said half of his words, then took it back, laughed, his eyes were extremely dark, "It's my fault, how can you remember?"

Nanbei said softly: "Huh, what do you remember?"

"Nothing. Song Qingran still smiled, "Grandpa chatted with me yesterday." "

Nanbei's fingers tightened slightly: "What did Grandpa say?"

Song Qingran stared at the two white thin calves that were dangling in the north and south, and said lightly: "Grandpa asked me to let go of you, but how can I be willing to let go of you, Beibei, there are not many things that really belong to me in this family, and there are not many things that really belong to you, only we are real to each other, so, how can we be separated?" He paused slightly, "Have I always been very bad to you?" He laughed, "What grandpa said, I guess my father thinks so too, maybe everyone thinks so......"

Nanbei laughed: "Yes." Very bad. She said easily, but her nose was slightly sore, but she endured it, as if she didn't care, "Are you not bad to me?" The worst person to me in this life is you, who ignored me when I was a child, allowed others to bully me, put a bad face on me, ignored me when I grew up, and was still as indifferent as I was with you. "

"Hmm. Song Qingran did not explain. He seemed to be slowly recalling, and scenes of the two getting along flashed in his head, but his hand was still gently touching Nanbei's hair.

Nanbei sighed softly, obediently leaned on his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and quietly enjoyed such a quiet moment.

She suddenly asked, "Do you remember when you tied my hair when you were a child?"

"Yes. Song Qingran replied quickly, maybe he didn't even find out about himself, he remembered things related to the north and south clearly in his memory, but a few years ago, he always thought that he didn't care about her, he didn't have to know her friends, her studies, and her friendships, but in fact, he did know her friends clearly......

"Do you really remember?" said North and South were a little incredulous.

Song Qingran chuckled: "Yes, you don't know how to tie your hair, and you keep crying, and the nanny at home ignores you, so you come to me crying, I'm very bad, not only cold-faced, but also pushed you down when you approached, and then slammed the door and left." "

"What happened later?" Nanbei asked with a smile, Song Qingran's voice was low and magnetic, and when she described it, it was like telling a story, which was rare and warm, she also remembered it, but she just wanted to hear him.

"When I came back, you were still crying, crying like a madman. Song Qingran didn't continue, his dark eyes were a little gentle......

Afterward. He really tied her braids, clumsily, and tore off several strands of her hair, and the final braid was also crooked.

Her face was against his chest, and the smell of tobacco on his body was between her snorts, and she looked up at him and smiled: "Your braids are ugly, and you still have a straight face, so I am not allowed to remove them, and you threaten me that if you remove them, you will beat me...... I was really scared!"

Song Qingran's throat moved lightly, lowered his head, and kissed her on the side of the face, gradually breathing a little deeper, his kiss was hot, moving down little by little, holding her lips, the two of them were so familiar with each other that they couldn't be more familiar, it was such a familiarity, inexplicably touching the tears of the north and south, a huge sadness enveloped her, and she thought of leaving Song Qingran. Leaving the Song family is to say goodbye to her for so many years in the past, Song Qingran is not just the person she has liked for so many years, she is still her youth, her age, but she has to be separated from him......

Song Qingran originally held her chin and poked into the tip of her tongue, but his lips suddenly felt a faint salty taste and moistness, he was slightly stunned, raised his eyes, and crashed into the moist eyes of the north and south. Her eyes were red, tears were falling silently, and her beautiful, clean eyes were looking at him intently.

Song Qingran panicked, stopped kissing, his rough fingers brushed away her tears, his throat rolled, his dark eyes were deep, and he asked, "What's wrong? Suddenly crying? Huh?"

As soon as he asked, Nanbei's tears rolled down faster, and she bit her lower lip and breathed slowly. I want to suppress my crying, but my eyes are like a broken faucet, and I can't control myself.

Song Qingran sighed softly, didn't let her bite her lip, rubbed her lips, and whispered, "Cry out." "

Nanbei shook her head and hugged him tightly, her heart kept contracting, she felt that she was about to lose her breath, and her voice was sobbing with forbearance: "Song Qingran." "She still calls him by his full name," Song Qingran said. "

"Huh?"

Song Qingran may not know that Nanbei asked the following question, how long she struggled, and how much dignity she gave up, she gambled for her love for the past so many years, and gambled the last: "Is it okay for you to marry me? Don't you marry someone else, okay? We get married together, I will never leave you, we will have a cute baby together, like Xiaoxing or Shumu......"

Song Qingran didn't answer immediately, when he heard this question, his pupils contracted, the waves under his eyes rolled and swept, his cold thin lips pursed into a straight line without arc, the muscles of his arms tightened a little, and the expression on his face was elusive, tangled, decisive, and cold.

The silence was so long that it was almost breathless.

The tears of the north and the south were wet on Song Qingran's clothes: "Isn't it good to give up the Song family? You have a company outside......

"North-north. Song Qingran's throat moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "I have no way out, and I can't retreat." "

Nanbei closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled violently, and the fire under his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only a pool of drenched black matches.

Song Qingran, like most men, has a desire for power, and unlike most men, he has the ability to win the highest power.

He lowered his eyes and smiled gently, his eyes were soft and the waves of the lake were slightly beautiful, he wiped away his tears for the north and south, and then held up her face and kissed her tears as if he were treating a precious treasure.

The north and south shrank slightly.

He said, "Beibei, you don't have to worry about anything. "

Again, an unspeakable disappointment struck the north and south, and she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

*

In the next few days, the north and south were very quiet, they didn't leave immediately, they didn't quarrel with Song Qingran, and they also seized the time to stay by Grandpa Song's side.

Nanbei helped Grandpa Song to take a walk in the garden. After walking for a while, Grandpa Song's leg hurt, he sighed, and hammered his leg with some hatred, saying: "This useless leg, I don't know when this old bone is going to go." "

Nanbei didn't say anything, just smiled and helped Grandpa Song into a wheelchair, she squatted down, and gently hammered Grandpa Song's legs, occasionally pinching and relaxing for her. She looked up and asked, "Are you feeling better now?"

Grandpa Song smiled: "It's much better." He looked at the north and south, his eyes softened, in fact, he was full of emotion, he watched the north and south grow up, and knew how kind this girl was.

He asked: "You have not been going anywhere for the past few days, and have been by my side, a bad old man, do you feel that you are about to leave, and you are reluctant to leave me, an old man? "

Nanbei was sour by him: "Grandpa, you are still healthy." "

Grandpa Song said: "Actually, you and Song Qingran are separated, and there is no need to leave the Song family, but grandpa knows that it is not easy to trap you in the Song family......" He sighed, "Grandpa listens to you, you decide for yourself." "

"Good. Nanbei bent his eyes.

At the window on the second floor, Song Qinghan was standing, he looked at the north and south meaningfully, and laughed, her arm was thin, her skin was snow-white, and she looked so obedient, it really made people want to hide her, and it was no wonder that Song Qingran was fascinated, but unfortunately, compared with the beauty and the country, the country still has a sense of achievement.

Song Qinghan thought of the recent Jiang Sheng, and a wave of irritability flashed between his eyebrows, once Jiang Sheng married Song Qingran, the situation would be very unfavorable for him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the north and south, and he sneered, but there was still someone who could stop Jiang Sheng from marrying Song Qingran.

*

Nanbei went up the stairs, and landed silently, she just wanted to open the door, and suddenly a voice sounded behind her: "Beibei." "

It's Song Qinghan.

Nanbei clenched the doorknob, turned around, Song Qinghan lazily leaned on the pillar not far away, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, smiled merryly, and then put his hands in his pockets and walked over.

"Have you heard? Your Qingran brother is going to marry someone else. "

Nanbei was expressionless: "I don't know." "

Song Qinghan smiled: "That girl's family is very powerful, it is indeed a sharp weapon to help Qingran, when Qingran gets married, you will be raised outside by him, willingly?"

Nanbei tugged at the corner of his lower lip, a little stiff: "It's my own business." "

Song Qinghan stared at her eyes: "Do you know that Song Qingran's biological mother is not Aunt Jiang?"

Nanbei pursed his lips and replied quickly: "I don't know." "

Song Qinghan immediately laughed: "Oh, it turns out that you also know, then do you know that his biological mother is just a servant? It was a servant of the Song family many years ago." His tone paused, becoming a little gloomy and a little terrifying, "His mother was still killed by Jiang Bo's mother......" He was getting closer and closer to the north and south, looking hideous, "You say, Song Qingran is the son of a servant, a child of an inferior person, and the blood of the Song family is not flowing in his body, what qualifications does he have, and I will compete for the Song family's property, it's really a joke, his father and my father fought once, but I didn't expect Song Qingran to be even more shameless." "

Nanbei took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions: "These things have nothing to do with me, I don't know, you control your emotions." "

Song Qing's cold gaze lingered on Nanbei's face, and said: "Speaking of which, Song Qingran's biological mother is still a little similar to you, do you know that she and your closest Uncle Song have committed adultery......"