Nanbei stood next to the door, she looked at Song Qingran and did not speak.

Song Qingran's dark eyes looked back at her, he was lying on the bed, much weaker and paler than usual, there was a needle inserted in the back of his hand, slowly dripping, rarely, he saw her, but he didn't say a word.

The butler saw Nanbei appear, and a smile appeared on his face. seemed to be relieved: "Miss Nan, you're here." "

Nanbei smiled: "Hmm." "

The housekeeper said: "The young master has just woken up not long ago, and he can't eat yet, but he will be able to eat something later, you talk first, and I will prepare something for the young master." "

After the housekeeper left, only the two of them were left in the ward, and no one spoke first, and the air seemed silent.

Song Qingran withdrew his gaze to look at the north and south, the hand he put on his side curled up and slowly loosened, the potion from the hanging bottle dripped for a long time, and the back of his hand gradually became cold.

The north and the south looked at ease. Asked him blandly, "Are you okay?"

Song Qingran pursed her lips, her dark eyes stared coldly at the potion dripping from the infusion bottle, and her Adam's apple moved slightly: "Do you want me to be okay?"

Nanbei didn't have any expression on his face, but asked him, "Then what do you want me to answer?"

Song Qingran still didn't look at her, and the conversation between the two was like a philosophical exchange: "How I want you to answer, will you answer?"

Nanbei's chest rose and fell slightly, and she took a deep breath: "Then it seems that you are fine now." "

After she finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Song Qingran turned his head to look at her, she had already turned around, all he could see was her thin back, and all he could feel was the ruthlessness of her determination to leave, and his chest was heavy and undulating. He couldn't help but think that when she took care of Bo Yan, it was definitely not like this, he was no longer a person who could enjoy special treatment from her, he clenched his fingers, and the back of his hand was bruised. Because of the force, there was a backflow of blood from the infusion tube.

As soon as Nanbei unscrewed the doorknob, he heard a dull "bang" behind him, as if someone had fallen heavily on the ground.

Her heart beat rapidly, and she turned around quickly, only to see Song Qingran, who was wearing a hospital gown, fell off the bed because of the struggle, the infusion bottle shook violently on the iron shelf, and he curled up on the ground weakly and embarrassed, clenching his teeth tightly, enduring it, and a muffled snort overflowed from between his teeth.

Nanbei's eyes widened slightly. Faint anger gathered in her chest, and she pursed her lips vigorously: "Song Qingran, what do you want to do, your body is yours, not mine." "

She couldn't bear it after all, so she walked quickly to his side and squatted down.

Song Qingran was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were scarlet: "I don't want to do anything, I just think it's boring." "

Nanbei sneered: "It's boring? Doesn't Mr. Song love himself the most? Who is pretending to be bitter now?" Her tone was sarcastic, not merciless at all, but the movements of her hands were gentle, and she held on hard, trying to help him up.

However, he is a big man after all, and now he has no strength.

Nan Nan glanced at him with a cold face, and helped him call the doctor and nurse in, and the nurse and Nan Nan carried Song Qingran back to the bed together, and the doctor helped him get the infusion bottle again. The tone was stern: "You still don't want your waist, if you don't want it, you can directly ask the hospital to help you see it off." "

Song Qingran didn't refute the doctor's words, after some tossing and turning, he was already covered in cold sweat.

After the doctor and nurse left, Nanbei also wanted to leave, Song Qingran grabbed her wrist, the force was deliberately controlled, it didn't hurt, but it was not easy for her to break free.

His voice was hoarse: "Beibei, can you stay with me for a while?" Without you, I can't sleep in pain." "

The north and the south did not answer him.

He didn't say anything more, his eyelids drooped, and the thick eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, reflecting his loneliness, and the hand he held on her wrist slowly loosened.

Nanbei's heart trembled slightly: "Song Qingran, you have calculated accurately, right? Do you think I will feel guilty in this way? So I owe you a life, don't I?" her voice trembled slightly. "Who allowed you to save me on your own initiative, in that car accident, you drove into the car that caused the accident, I was fine, but you were seriously injured because of it, are you still moved by your bravery? Do you still feel that there is a tie between me and you?"

There was sarcasm in every word she spoke. She was like an enraged hedgehog, erecting sharp thorns all over her body, and whoever came near her would be scarred by her.

"Last night at the bar, do you still think you've been a hero? Saved me again, so that I will always owe you and never be able to get out of with you, right?"

Nanbei anger lingered in her chest, she trembled with anger, in fact, she didn't know if she was angry that she felt guilty about Song Qingran, or angry that Song Qingran didn't cherish her body.

But she knew very well that the words she said now were sharp knives, stabbing Song Qingran in the heart fiercely.

"Mr. Song can't afford to be unprofitable, he is scheming, he has a strong sense of purpose in everything he does, and he saves me twice in a row, so that I can be your obedient canary again?

Song Qingran's fingers clenched tightly. Pursing his lips, his eyes were unpredictable, and his heart shrank in pain.

He knew that Nanbei was deliberately misinterpreting his meaning, he couldn't be provoked by her, he had to calm down and couldn't get angry with her anymore.

Song Qingran closed his eyes, calmed his emotions, and slowly opened his eyes.

The housekeeper told him in the morning that Beibei knew the truth that he had saved her back then, so he had just seen her for the first time and didn't know how to react.

Nanbei took a deep breath and suppressed the complex surging emotions: "Song Qingran." Life is your ......"

Before she finished speaking, Song Qingran's somewhat aggrieved voice sounded: "No, Beibei, I have already handed over my life to you." "

Nanbei was stunned, she didn't expect Song Qingran to react like this.

Song Qingran looked at her, her silhouette reflected in her dark eyes. He pursed his lips and repeated, "My life is yours." "

Nan Nan felt funny: "Song Qingran, are you a teenager in the second year of middle school? You have lived for such a long time, what kind of innocent boy are you studying now, saying that your life is mine?"

Song Qingran reached out again, this time holding her hand. His face was now as thick as the city walls, as if he hadn't heard anything: "I gave you my life." "

"I don't want to. "

Song Qingran's dark eyes were clean, and when he heard the words, he gently lowered his eyelids, and his face was pale, and he was really a little sickly, he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, and he sighed in a low voice: "You dislike me for being in bad health, right?"

He used a little force, pulled her closer, raised his eyelids, and stared at her with burning black eyes, although he was lying, his momentum was not weak: "Beibei, although my waist is injured, it is not a big deal, I am still very healthy, but I need to recuperate now, and a man's waist is still very important." "

Nanbei always felt that he was driving, she forced herself to be calm, but she was still a little flustered, and she didn't know what routine Song Qingran was playing.

"Beibei, do you know? When I was lying on the hospital bed after a car accident, it wasn't that I didn't want to rely on you with this, but you were wrong, I didn't want you to be my canary. "

The north and south faces are expressionless, and the eyebrows and eyes are cold.

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows, his tone was gentle, and his voice was low and calm: "You raise me as a canary." Is that okay?"

The north and south eyelids jumped.

Song Qingran's thin lips were shallow, and he smiled: "Beibei, although I am a little older, I can be obedient and obedient, cook for you, massage you, relieve your worries, and be strong and strong." Considerate but not clingy, it's your turn to raise me as a canary. "

North and South: "......"

*

After listening to what Song Qingran said, she was speechless, she didn't expect Song Qingran to do this.

Yan Yu smiled: "I thought he would be domineering to keep you this time, but I didn't expect him to change his method, how domineering he used to be, he hid from you for a marriage certificate, and took you to the hot search, and forcibly stamped you with his Song Qingran label, but now it's okay, he wants to put your label on himself." "

Nanbei sighed softly: "I don't understand." "

"How's his wound?"

"It's serious, after all, he had a car accident before, but it's okay to see his mental state. "

"Then are you still going to buy a ticket to go back these days?"

Nanbei was silent for a while, and shook his head: "Whether I feel guilty or not, even if a stranger saves me, my conscience will not allow me to leave at this time." "

Yan Yu understands the meaning of the north and the south, and as a friend, she naturally wants to respect the choice of the north and the north.

In the next few days, Nanbei went to the hospital to see Song Qingran several times, and the Song family had enough manpower to take care of Song Qingran.

The housekeeper also came very diligently, he often casually talked about Song Qingran in the past few years, and when he talked about the difficult times, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, as if Song Qingran couldn't live happily without her all these years.

Song Qingran listened to his story with relish, and he completely lost the face of the man he cared about before, and even when the housekeeper was not very clear, he opened his mouth to complete it.

Nanbei was expressionless: "Is this good at storytelling?"

The housekeeper sighed heavily: "It's not a story, it's an accident, the young master has been so miserable for all these years, he is decadent and lonely, the only spiritual support point is to want to see you, when your ......" He paused, pretending that he could say the word very fluently, "Canary, underground lover." "

North and South: "......"

She was made of Song Qingran's eyes, her scalp was numb, and she had goosebumps all over her body.

*

A few days later, Nanbei had a job and had to go back to New York, when she was packing her luggage, Song Qingran's face suddenly appeared in her mind, she hesitated whether to tell him, and finally gritted her teeth and left directly.