Yan Yu was not there, but she told Nanbei the password of the house, and knew that Nanbei would go to her house and tell the maid at home to prepare what Nanbei needed.

When Nanbei came to Yanyu's house, it was as comfortable as returning to her own home, and after she ate something, she went to take a shower, and when she came out, she didn't use a hair dryer to dry it. After casually picking up a dry towel and wiping it, she put the towel over her messy hair.

The screen of the charging mobile phone on the bedside flickered, and it was a thin inkstone.

She exhaled softly and picked up the video call, the first thing that appeared was Bo Yue's handsome little face, and he smiled sweetly: "Auntie, the more I miss you, have you thought more and more today?"

Bo Yue is usually very sticky to the north and south. Once the two separated, his viscosity to her would only double again.

He seemed to have just finished taking a shower, his dark eyes were wet, with a shimmer of moisture, lying on the side of the camera, his eyes were soft and glutinous: "Auntie, when will you come back?"

Nanbei smiled gently: "In two days." "She is not very emotional, but she has to put on an enthusiastic appearance when she says anything to the child.

Bo Yue's voice was soft: "Auntie." The school is going to have a parent-teacher conference, this time, can you accompany me, Dad is so busy. He didn't have time to go. "

Nanbei asked about the time of the parent-teacher meeting and coaxed him: "Okay, my aunt will go, Yue Yue, Dad is very busy, sometimes let's understand him together, okay?"

Where would Bo Yue really be angry with Bo Yan, not to mention, he originally wanted Aunt Nanbei to go to his parent-teacher meeting.

Nanbei chatted with Bo Yue for a while. Bo Yan walked into the bedroom from the study, he smiled at Nanbei, and then coaxed Yue Yue to sleep first, and finally picked up his mobile phone, his silent eyes looked at Nanbei motionlessly.

The north and the south met his gaze, his heart trembled, and he quickly moved away.

Bo Yan's thin lips pursed slightly: "Didn't you sleep well?" he asked.

Nanbei's face was a little pale, and her eyes were slightly dark under her plain makeup, and she nodded lightly.

Bo Yan's thin lips tightened a little, he had a lot to ask, but he didn't know where to start, he wanted to continue to hide Beibei. In the past few years, Song Qingran has not appeared, Bo Yan is very satisfied with his relationship with Nanbei like this, she does not belong only to him, but she does not belong to anyone.

And as soon as Song Qingran appeared, he directly broke this pattern.

Bo Yan has always been unpredictable about his feelings for the north and south, his feelings for his sister, and there must be ambiguity beyond family affection, he only knows that he wants her to be by his and Yueyue's side all the time.

The appearance of Song Qingran gave him the sense of panic that he was about to lose his roundness in the north and south, and he no longer had a loving wife. He didn't want to lose Beibei again.

Song Qingran is different from the north and the south.

There are ten or twenty years of relationship between them, and such a number is frighteningly long, and the memories and feelings are so deep that time is indelible.

Bo Yan thought. What is he going to do to counter their past, and can he do it? Will the North and the South belong to him?

Women are always soft-hearted, and perhaps more nostalgic for the past than men.

Bo Yan's black eyes flashed, seeing the tiredness of the north and south, he didn't ask anything, he felt like the green tea girl on the Internet, he wanted to say a lot, but he endured it stiffly, he just smiled gently, and said softly: "You go to sleep, have a good rest." Come back when you're tired, I'm ...... And the more and more waiting for you. "

When Nanbei heard this, his heart trembled slightly, he didn't dare to look at Bo Yan's eyes, and said "um" unnaturally, and ended the call.

Bo Yan put down his phone, casually pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, and he turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking at the lights of the city, he thought that he also needed a lamp for him to stay for him and that he liked.

Song Qingran hurt Beibei, he did something wrong. He was no longer eligible.

Bo Yan actually knew that Song Qingran took the north and south to clarify the fact that he was not married to Jiang Sheng.

That North North. Will you forgive him?

*

Song Qingran has a lot of entertainment, and he has pushed a lot, but there is still a banquet where he must appear, so he took his assistant and changed into a suit and went.

The assistant has been following him for so many years, and he knows his habits well in the past few years, and he will never bring a female companion to the banquet.

But the host of the banquet didn't know this, after Song Qingran had a good time, he was tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve his irritability, but a woman suddenly sat down next to him, his eyebrows twisted, his face turned cold, and he didn't even look at the woman.

The host of the banquet was an Englishman, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, Glia is your alumnus, although she is British, she can speak fluently Chinese Oh, ...... tonight"

Song Qingran suppressed his impatience and raised his head. interrupted the host of the banquet: "Mr. Smith, I have a wife, and my wife will be jealous." "

Mr. Smith raised his eyebrows: "Ms. Jiang?"

Song Qingran pursed her lower lip: "No, my wife's name is Nanbei." He's a designer. "

Mr. Smith also came with the intention of cooperating with Song Qingran, so he naturally investigated Song Qingran, but he always thought that Song Qingran's wife was Jiang Sheng, and the north and south who made trouble some time ago were just gossip rumors.

Song Qingran smiled lightly: "Mr. Smith also knows who I am, and you also know how the Jiang family withdrew from the British market, right?"

Mr. Smith smiled when he heard this, yes, if Jiang Sheng is really Song Qingran's wife, then how could he be so ruthless to the Jiang family.

Smith was very knowledgeable, and directly asked the woman to go down, and he raised his glass: "Mr. Song, I'm looking forward to seeing your wife." "

Song Qingran lowered his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Well, I'm looking forward to it too." "

"Mrs. Song doesn't like to socialize?"

Song Qingran smiled bitterly: "No, I made her angry, and she hasn't forgiven me yet." "

Smith's bloodline is a mixture of French romance and American enthusiasm, he shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, and said with a smile: "That's really a headache, my wife will also be angry with me, but every time in order to calm her anger, I have to seriously reflect on my mistakes, and then cheekily apologize to her, make her happy, believe me, Mr. Song, as long as you are sincere, your wife will definitely forgive you." "

Song Qingran's deep black eyes flashed something, he looked around the banquet hall, and suddenly remembered that before, at that time, Nanbei Duo liked to follow him, when he attended the banquet, she would hang tightly on his arm like a koala, guarding against any woman who approached him with tigerish eyes, and swore her sovereignty all the time, but at that time he didn't know how to cherish it.

The corners of Song Qingran's eyes were a little moist, and his heart seemed to be tightly held by a hand, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

It does not matter.

She had chased him before, and for the rest of her life, he would follow her.

A lifetime is still a long time, and there will be countless twenty years to come, let him coax her in the palm of his hand.