Nanbei looked away, pretending not to care and smiled, the smile was a little reluctant, but it became brighter and brighter, she got out of bed, passed by Song Qingran, and her tone seemed to be brisk: "It's hard work, I'm going to blow my hair." ”

The sound of the hair dryer sounded noisily, and Nanbei lowered his eyelashes, only to feel that exhaustion had invaded him.

After she dried her hair, she walked out, Song Qingran was already asleep, he turned off the headlight, and only a small floor lamp remained.

Nanbei lay beside him, turned sideways, stared at his back, and felt a little funny, the people who were intimately entangled just now, in an instant, fell asleep back to back like strangers. She unconsciously stretched out her fingers, feeling the urge to touch, but after a while, she withdrew her hand stiffly.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to stop thinking nonsense, and now she was fine.

*

The next day, when Nanbei woke up, she was still a little dazed, she subconsciously wanted to curl up in the direction of Song Qingran, but she only felt a cold hand, she opened her eyes, the other half of the bed was already empty, and Song Qingran had already gotten up to work.

Nanbei glanced at the alarm clock, it was eight o'clock in the morning.

After she finished washing, she walked in the direction of the restaurant, it was really empty, in fact, she had already guessed, but a trace of loss still flashed in her heart, she remembered that Su Xiang had posted on Weibo before, saying that Song Qingran would prepare breakfast for her;

Nanbei warmed himself milk, baked a slice of bread, smeared it with honey sauce, and was just about to eat it, when the mobile phone rang, and the name that jumped on the screen was Uncle Song.

Nanbei eyelashes moved lightly, hesitated, and answered the phone with her free hand, she exhaled softly and smiled: "Uncle Song, good morning." ”

Song Yancheng's voice was warm: "Beibei, I'm back in London, have you seen Qingran?"

"Hmm. Nanbei replied.

"Uncle hasn't seen you for a long time, do you have time today? Come to the Song family and have lunch with your uncle." ”

Nanbei originally made an appointment with Yan Yu for lunch, but now she can only push it off first, she went to take a shower, and then put on makeup and changed clothes, it was almost 11 o'clock, she took a khaki handbag and went out.

She originally thought that she was early enough, and she saw Song Yancheng coming out of the elevator when she stepped into the door of the Song Group, he was smiling, talking to others, and when he saw the north and south, the smile deepened, and he walked over with long legs.

"Beibei, you're here. The man's voice was low, very similar to Song Qingran, but with a little more years of accumulation, "Let's go to the tea room upstairs." ”

The corners of the north and south lips were slightly raised, and the afterglow glanced at the strange and gossipy eyes at the front desk, and they didn't have to guess to know that they were curious about her relationship with Uncle Song, and the years seemed to have stagnated in Uncle Song's body, and the outside world only knew that she had a close relationship with the Song family, but did not know the specific relationship, and she appeared with Uncle Song more often.

Nanbei entered the tea room, and took the initiative to make tea, Song Yancheng sat opposite her, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was gentle: "How is He Qingran recently?"

"It's fine. ”

Song Yancheng smiled: "Qingran, this kid, hasn't been home for a long time, this unfilial son, he doesn't even answer my phone." ”

Nanbei doesn't know what to say, the relationship between father and son has been on the same for a long time, Song Qingran moved out of the Song family as soon as he became an adult, although he is hung with the name of the Song family, but he has his current status, all by his own creation of the little Song family, no one in the circle knows how much Song Dashao hates his father.

Song Yancheng was also quiet for a while, and asked: "Do you blame your uncle, from the time when you didn't have the ability to distinguish independently, you were asked to stay by Qingran's side unconditionally." ”

Nanbei raised his eyes, but before he could answer, Song Yancheng said: "Uncle is also thinking about whether the decision back then was right or wrong, but the time is too fast, twenty years, and it is almost here, at that time, you will be free." ”