Song Qingran didn't care about a child in the end, but there was always loss and sourness in his heart, he put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you put your luggage away?"

Nanbei didn't look at him, and said lightly: "Put it away, you wait first." "

Song Qingran sat down and watched Nanbei feed Bo Yuehao, before wiping his hands and standing up to go to the room.

In the living room, Song Qingran and Bo Yue were left. Bo Yue had a cold face, his eyebrows and eyes were detached tsundere, he didn't even look at Song Qingran, and he was about to jump off the chair when he moved.

Song Qingran smiled slightly, walked over, held his squeaky nest, and hugged him down.

Bo Yue struggled uncomfortably, pursed his lips and said, "Let me down." "

Song Qingran: "Hmm." Put you down. "

After Bo Yue landed on the ground, he tidied up his clothes, then raised his chin and said, "I know you, you are not a good person, my father and ...... Mom doesn't like you. "

He did it on purpose, deliberately called Nanbei Mom.

Song Qingran hooked his lower lip as if he was nothing: "Bo Yue, Nanbei is your aunt." Not your mom. "

Bo Yue's lips pursed tighter: "Aunt Beibei will not be with you, she said that she will be with me and my father for the rest of her life." "

Song Qingran's eyes sank, and he wanted to say something. Nanbei had already walked out of the bedroom, so he closed his voice and turned his head to ask Nanbei, "Shall we send Bo Yue to his father's side first?"

Nanbei said lightly: "Bo Yan said that he will come soon, and there is no need to send Bo over." "

After a while, Bo Yan came, and when he saw Song Qingran, his eyes were cold and indifferent, just maintaining the friendship on the surface. greeted indifferently: "Mr. Song." "

Song Qingran also nodded: "Mr. Bo." "

Nanbei didn't care about the two, she straightened Bo Yue's collar, touched his head, and gently comforted: "Auntie will be back in two days, and when Auntie comes back, she will bring you a gift." "

Bo Yue nodded and obediently took Bo Yan's hand.

Several people went downstairs together, Nanbei pulled the suitcases out first, Song Qingran and Bo Yan fell behind, the smile in Bo Yan's eyes almost disappeared, his voice was cold, and there was a faint warning: "Mr. Song." I don't know how you tricked Nanbei into going to London, but what I want to tell you is that after you trouble Mr. Song to deal with that bunch of troubles, come to Nanbei again, don't hurt her again, if this time, you let her hurt again, then I will really let you never find her again. "

Song Qingran's expression was indifferent: "Mr. Bo, please also be clear, you are just Beibei's brother-in-law." "

Bo Yan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he raised his eyes and noticed that the pace of the north and south was a little slower. I didn't say anything more, but the contoured jawline was tightly taut.

*

Nanbei and Song Qingran took the Song family's private jet, and after Nanbei got on this familiar plane, his mood was a little difficult to calm down.

The Song family has traversed a large part of her life. Her childhood, teenage years, and youth were all in the Song family.

The interior of the plane has not been refurbished, and after sitting down, she also found traces of her accidental bumps.

Song Qingran laughed softly: "During the maintenance, these traces have not been moved. "

"Hmm. Nanbei had a calm expression, and as soon as she flew, she closed her eyes, turned her face slightly sideways, put on an eye patch, and began to rest.

Song Qingran didn't bother her, but when it was time to eat, let her get up and eat something.

There is a small room on a private jet where you can lie down and sleep.

Song Qingran let Nanbei go in and sleep. Nanbei refused lightly: "No." "

Song Qingran didn't insist at first, but on a long-distance flight, he noticed several times that Nanbei slept very comfortably, his neck was a little uncomfortable, and he occasionally wrung his brows.

He pursed his lips, stood up, and bent down to pick her up.

Nanbei suddenly felt an uneasy sense of weightlessness in her sleep, and her hand subconsciously hooked Song Qingran's neck. He muttered in a low voice, and his voice was soft, like a mumble.

Song Qingran's eyebrows were soft, and her gaze fell on her face. His chest softened into gentle lake water, and he was soothed in a low voice: "Sleep well." "

He carried her into the small room, thoughtfully adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and turned off the lights. Cover the small door.

He knew that when she woke up, he would be angry if he found him sleeping with her, so he simply lay down on the chair outside to make up for sleep.

He actually wanted to watch her sleep in the room, but ...... Let's take it step by step, being able to get along like this is already a luxury that he couldn't think of before.

*

When I landed, it was past seven o'clock in the morning in London, and the private jet was parked on the Song family's private tarmac.

Looking around in the north and south, the Song Mansion has not changed much, I haven't seen it for too long, it's just a little strange.

She followed Song Qingran to the house, only to find that Song Qingran seemed to be a lot empty, and Song Qingran came back, except for the servants, no one else came to greet him.

Song Qingran should have already explained to the servants at home, several old people were a little excited to see the north and the south, this family has been lonely for a long time, the master is basically not there, they watched Song Qingran grow up. Seeing that he has been lonely all these years, he also hopes to have a hostess.

Nanbei has been in the Song family for so many years, and she has always been very kind to her subordinates, and they also like her very much.

The housekeeper hurriedly served tea. Some of the servants busily served breakfast, while others took their luggage.

The housekeeper said, "Miss Nan, the breakfast prepared today is all that you liked before. "

Nanbei glanced at the housekeeper, she could feel that these people were invisibly currying favor with her, she knew that this was Song Qingran's order, but she didn't want to embarrass them, they were just working.

Nanbei smiled at the housekeeper: "Thank you." "

When eating breakfast, there were only Nanbei and Song Qingran on the table, Song Qingran ate very quietly, lowered his eyes slightly, his movements were natural and elegant, he was wearing a black shirt, his black hair fell slightly, and his silent appearance inexplicably revealed a little loneliness.

Nanbei opened his mouth and asked, "What about the others?"

Song Qingran raised his eyes, his dark eyes were calm: "Grandpa is recuperating at Lake Como, and my parents have their own lives." "

The housekeeper added on the side: "Only the little master is here in the old mansion now. His tone was a little faintly melancholy, probably remembering the bustle of the old mansion in the past.

At that time, Grandpa Song was still healthy, and the children and grandchildren of the Song family had to go home regularly.

As a result, the old house is now much more desolate.

Nanbei glanced at Song Qingran, listening to the housekeeper's words, she shook her head, as if she saw that during the time she was away, Song Qingran dined so lonely every day.

She didn't think about it before, just because she thought that Song Qingran and Jiang Sheng lived together, and since they wanted to be happy, why did she delay them?

The housekeeper is old in the Song family, and he is also half an elder of Song Qingran, so he inevitably said more: "Miss Nan, it's good that you're back, this family finally has a temperature, and the little young master is not in good health, I am usually busy with work, and with your care, I am much more relieved." "

Nanbei pursed the corners of his lower lip and didn't say anything.

Song Qingran saw her faint displeasure, smiled, and interrupted the housekeeper's words: "I am a man, I will take care of myself, but the north and the south need my care more." "

"I don't need your care either. Nanbei said calmly.

The atmosphere was a little frozen for a while, and the butler seemed to see something, and his eyes wandered between the two of them, and he shook his head gently, and did not speak again.