The subordinates trotted over with an umbrella, and they didn't dare to urge Mr. Song, let alone look at the traces on Mr. Song's face that were suspected of being beaten, but just lowered his head and propped up the black umbrella on top of Song Qingran's head.

Because he stood for a while, Song Qingran's body had been wet with a thin layer of fine drizzle, and the look in his eyes was unknown, and for a long time, a smile faintly appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.

The anger rose and fell several times, wanting to get angry, wanting to catch the north and south, and finally Yu only remembered the smile on the corner of her eyebrows and the pear vortex on her lips.

"Go to the company. Song Qingran came back to his senses and pursed his lips.

The subordinate hesitantly glanced at the red marks on Song Qingran's face, wanted to say something, and swallowed it again.

*

North and South drove straight back to their apartment, located in the center of London, the carving of the door exudes the atmosphere of an old gentleman, go upstairs, enter the apartment, is modern neat and revival of literature. The floor-to-ceiling windows open up the bright light, and the automatic control is pressed on the north and south, and the curtains are automatically rolled up, through the windows, you can see the slowly rotating London Eye and the slowly flowing sparkling river.

Nanbei sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, turned on the TV, and the phone vibrate, and she picked it up casually: "Hey?"

"North-north. Yan Yu chuckled softly, "How is it, have you received Young Master Song?"

"I received it and slapped him. Nanbei couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of that slap.

Yan Yu also laughed: "How about it, back to London from the United States, are you still used to it?"

"Of course, London is my home. After finishing college in London, Nanbei went to the United States for further study, and this year, Yan Yu was still studying LLM in London, and now it is the Christmas holiday, and Nanbei will return to London.

She asked Yanyu: "Ah Yu, what about you, have you been busy with studying lately, are you free tomorrow, I really want to see you." ”

"Available. You're not busy studying......" Yan Yu didn't know why she was a little hesitant, she was entangled for a while, and just said, "Let's talk about it when we meet tomorrow...... Something has happened lately......"

After Nanbei hung up the phone, he called a housekeeping service, had dinner, took a bath, put on a mask, and turned off the lights and went to bed early.

She only returned to London the day before yesterday, and today she sacrificed her rest time to pick up Song Qingran, and as a result, Young Master Song is not rare at all.

Sleeping in a daze until midnight, Nanbei opened her eyes and heard the sound of someone opening the door outside, her heart tightened, and the next steady footsteps were familiar to her.

She got out of bed and put on her slippers, fumbled, and was about to reach out to turn on the light, but before her hand touched the switch of the light, the person outside the door had already opened the bedroom door, and his eyes in the dark were so sharp, he accurately held Nanbei's wrist, and his slightly rough fingers rubbed her skin, and said in a dumb voice: "Don't turn on the light." ”

Nanbei was slightly stunned, and in the next second, her whole person was hugged by the man, against the hard chest, and the familiar breath on the man's body came to her face, in addition to the scent of woody flowers, but also mixed with a faint smell of wine.

Nanbei didn't expect that tonight, Song Qingran would come to her.

Song Qingran was slightly drunk, his chin rested on Nanbei's shoulder, his arm slowly tightened, without saying a word, and after a while, he raised his head to find Nanbei's lips.

Nanbei didn't move, he leaned down and kissed him, his breath was wet, his lips and tongue were hot, and his cold personality really didn't match.