Obviously, Su Xiang was very satisfied with Song Qingran's answer, and let out a playful smile with his tongue out.

Nanbei's chest was a little blocked, and reason told her not to look at it anymore, but her hand just slid up uncontrollably, Song Qingran and Su Xiang had conversations almost every day, no matter how boring Su Xiang sent, Song Qingran had time to reply, and even, they would make video calls.

The North and the South could not help but recall the scene they had seen many years ago.

It was when Song Qingran and Su Xiang graduated from high school, probably because the school had a graduation carnival night, Song Qingran hadn't come home very late, he slept until midnight, got up to go to the toilet, and faintly heard the sound from the staircase.

She gently pushed open the door and looked down, even though the lights were dim, she could still see the two intertwined figures clearly, it was Song Qingran and Su Xiang.

Su Xiang's slender and white long legs wrapped around Song Qingran's waist, and his glowing white arms were pressed against the wall by Song Qingran, Song Qingran leaned against her and kissed her neck, Su Xiang rubbed against him, and only heard a slight muttering sound.

That year, Nanbei was 15 years old, her face was pale, in addition to being frightened, more importantly, she didn't know where the sourness came from, eroding her heart.

She didn't move, didn't close the door, didn't go out, just like that, in the dark, watching Song Qingran hugging Su Xiang, her lover was entangled, and she entered the room next to her.

*

Nanbei came back to her senses, because the mobile phone she was holding in her hand was taken back by Song Qingran, who suddenly opened her eyes.

Song Qingran pursed his lips, without any expression, and directly locked the mobile phone screen, as if nothing had happened, his black eyes looked at the north and south, very calm, without the nervousness and embarrassment of the mobile phone being checked, and there was no idea of wanting to explain.

Nanbei laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart, because he didn't care what she thought at all, didn't care if she would be jealous or angry, and didn't care what kind of harm he would cause to her if he treated her differently.

A boyfriend will be afraid of his girlfriend checking his mobile phone, but she is just a playmate of Song Qingran, so why should Song Qingran be afraid.

Nanbei smiled a little reluctantly.

Song Qingran pushed her away slightly, her voice was cold, and she said calmly: "Don't touch my phone next time, you go back first, I still have work today." As he spoke, he rubbed his brow and was about to get out of the car.

"Wait a minute. Nanbei called him, and his voice was soft.

Song Qingran paused slightly, turned around, his neck was wrapped around a pair of arms, soft lips covered his thin lips, and the hand of the north and south moved to his chin, gently holding his face, her eyes were full of affection, red lips were soft, with the sweetness of jasmine.

Song Qingran shook her head for a moment, as if she was indulging in her gentle eyes.

In the next second, Nanbei's soft palm was attached to Song Qingran's left face, and with a gentle "snap", Song Qingran was beaten by Nanbei.

Not light, not heavy, such a soft hand, such a strength, how much pain can it be?

Maybe the only thing that can hurt is Young Master Song's self-esteem that belongs to men.

Song Qingran's eyebrows narrowed, his black eyes were a little colder, and before he could pour out his anger, Nanbei bent his eyes, kissed his side face again, and pushed him out of the car.

Song Qingran watched Nanbei close the car door, her flying and wanton eyebrows were hidden in the dim light of the carriage, and she vaguely saw her waving her hand, and a soft laugh appeared, and then, the BMW slowly left in his sight.