Winters in London are cold and humid, with icy rain floating in the air, and cold winds taking away the only heat they have.

The white BMW from north to south was parked at Gate B6 of the airport, and she carefully touched up her makeup in the mirror, and turned her head to catch a glimpse of the man coming out of the airport.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a black formal suit, a dark gray tie, and a soft black coat on the outside, he pursed his lips, did not speak much, and quietly listened to the reports of the subordinates who followed him.

Nanbei was about to press the horn when he found that the man's dark eyes had already looked over, staring at her through the windshield covered with rain and mist.

The corners of Nanbei's lips raised slightly, she lowered the window, and from a distance, she saw the man's thin lips moving slightly, and she didn't know what to say to the person next to her, and then walked over with long legs.

Song Qingran got into the car and sat in the co-pilot.

As soon as the car door closed, he looked indifferent: "Don't come next time." ”

Nanbei eyelashes trembled, as if he hadn't heard it, he turned around and pounced, hugging Song Qingran's waist, with the cold breath of winter in his nose, mixed with the faint soft and milky smell of sandalwood on his body, this smell was given to him by her.

Nanbei smiled: "Mr. Song, I have been on a business trip for more than half a month, and I haven't changed my perfume yet." ”

Song Qingran lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed.

Nanbei asked: "After such a long business trip, do you miss me?"

Song Qingran's face was expressionless, he pulled off his tie casually, and replied casually and coldly: "What do you want you to do?"

Nanbei eyes crooked, and before he could speak, he grabbed her hand, separated the two slightly, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and looked indifferent, showing exhaustion and refusal: "Be quiet, I'll sleep." ”

There was a depression in Nanbei's chest, and her dark eyes stared at the ruthless man in front of her, and she smiled, he has always been like this, hasn't he?

It should be said that he is much gentler now than when he was a child.

Nanbei was still angry, the more he said this, the more she wanted to make a noise, she straightened up directly, sat on his lap across her legs, and hooked her arms around his neck.

Song Qingran's eyelids moved slightly, her eyebrows were locked, and she still closed her eyes to rest, but she ignored her.

Nanbei's hand reached into his coat pocket, took out his mobile phone, held Song Qingran's hand, and unlocked it.

The north and south directly clicked on WeChat, and the top was her WeChat, of course, she put it on her own, Song Qingran, a bastard, obviously clicked on it and read the message, but she didn't reply to her message for a few days.

Nanbei continued to slide down, and when he saw Su Xiang's WeChat, his fingers paused, hesitated for a moment, but clicked on it, his heart shrank, and his chest rose and fell.

Su Xiang: "Qingran, look, the painting I just finished. "I said it was a painting, but what I sent was a selfie, Su Xiang and her painting.

The woman wore delicate makeup, smiled brightly, closed her eyes slightly, her eyelids were adorned with shiny mermaid eye shadow, the pale pink blush lined her with a girlish atmosphere, and the tip of her nose was slightly bright, looking pitiful and a little playful.

Even if Nanbei is unhappy, he has to admit that Su Xiang's makeup is really good.

Further down, it was Song Qingran's reply, simple and warm, he said: "It's good-looking." ”

I didn't say it was a painting, it was still a person.