Bo Yan looked at Nanbei quietly, he was a complete outsider, so he described this matter with an indifference, so he noticed the existence of Nanbei from a very early age, unlike Song Yancheng who was hit by this incident and lost his vigilance for a while.

Bo Yan deliberately said it to Nanbei, he wanted to take this opportunity to tell Nanbei his identity, otherwise he really didn't know how to appear in front of Nanbei and how to take care of her naturally.

Nanbei looked stunned, her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, and under the curly long eyelashes were eyes as bright as stars, she looked at the thin inkstone, and then suddenly quickly looked away. She looked at Song Yancheng again, only to feel that Uncle Song in front of her was so strange that she was afraid.

She inevitably resented in her heart, and she couldn't help but think, if it wasn't for Uncle Song...... But that wisp of resentment was quickly suppressed by her again, and the story of Uncle Song and her mother was distant and vague to her, and she had never met her biological mother...... The Nan family and the Song family, who had always been familiar, became strange in an instant.

The mood of the north and the south was very conflicted, and she did not understand what kind of reaction she was going to give was the right one.

Song Yancheng over there clenched his fists, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes again, and asked softly, "Yuan Yuan...... Yuan Yuan, does she look like Beibei?"

"Like. "Bo Yan Adam's apple rolls," they all look like mothers-in-law. "

"Yuan Yuan...... How did you do before?" Song Yancheng himself knew how ridiculous his question was. How can a little girl who has lost her mother and then her father at such a young age live well?

Bo Yan's slightly cold voice spread in the air: "It's not good, Yuan Yuan has been looking for her sister ......"

The green tendons on the back of Song Yancheng's hand were a little abrupt, and after a while, the trembling syllables were squeezed out of his throat: "...... Sorry ......"

"You don't have to tell me I'm sorry, the people you're sorry for are my mother-in-law and Yuan Yuan, as well as Nanbei and Nanbei. Bo Yan stared at Nanbei with lowered eyes, his thin lips moved lightly, "You shouldn't vent your resentment against your mother-in-law on Nanbei, she is innocent, and you shouldn't pin the regret of your and your mother-in-law's story on Nanbei and Song Qingran." "

The more he spoke, the colder his voice became. His words were a sharp sword that pierced Song Yancheng's hypocrisy directly: "Mr. Song, you shouldn't force Nanbei to grow up according to your requirements after adopting Nanbei, you shouldn't force Nanbei to get close to Song Qingran, take care of Song Qingran, and even fall in love with Song Qingran." Even the major she studied is just your choice, you know that the north and the south don't like to study psychology. "

Song Yancheng was silent, his eyes were full of pain.

Bo Yan was silent, he gently patted Bo Yue in his arms, Bo Yue rubbed his father and hugged his father's neck tightly, so that he had a sense of security.

After a long time, Bo Yan broke the silence with a voice, and a shallow smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at Nanbei, and there was tenderness in his voice: "Beibei, come out." "

Song Yancheng trembled and looked at Bo Yan's line of sight in disbelief. There stood North and South, her face pale and in a trance.

Song Yancheng's eyes were hot, his eyeballs were scarlet, he looked at her, but he seemed to have traveled through the years, and saw his sister-in-law, who once belonged only to him, would smile at him and kiss his sister-in-law, but he was too greedy and lost her.

Nanbei walked in front of Song Yancheng, she pursed her red lips, she couldn't say a word, and the dull air was so depressed that she was almost out of breath.

Bo Yue got up from his father's shoulder, immediately turned his head, and the moment he saw the north and south, his eyes lit up. He called, "Mommy! The voice was milky, diluting some of the coldness.

Bo Yan smiled softly and called her softly: "Beibei." "

Nanbei looked at him quietly, and in his dark eyes, he saw a small reflection that belonged to her, and something suddenly fell from the corner of his eye, dripping on his collarbone.

"Don't cry. He said, as if coaxing a child, "Be good, be obedient." "

*

Song Yancheng drove back to the Song family's villa, he parked the car in the yard, but he didn't get out of the car for a long time, he lowered the window, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and put it on his thin lips, the smoke was swirling, and nicotine paralyzed his nerves. and burned his heart again.

He was thinking that if he didn't fight back then, he didn't get married, and lived well with his sister-in-law...... But there is everything in this world, but there is no regret medicine.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting, and then he heard the sound of the car stalling, and he turned his eyes to look over. It was his son Song Qingran.

Song Qingran obviously just came back from the company, he was slightly tired between his eyebrows, his bony fingers pulled his tie, and he got out of the car.

Song Yancheng suddenly spoke: "Qingran." "

Song Qingran seemed to notice that his father was actually sitting in the driver's seat and didn't get out of the car, and his eyebrows moved slightly: "Dad." "

Song Yancheng got out of the car, his voice hoarse: "You come to the study with me." "

Song Qingran twisted his eyebrows, as if he wanted to resist, but he didn't know what he thought, so he followed Song Yancheng upstairs.

The villa was quiet, the two entered the study, Song Yancheng opened the curtains and let the sunlight shine in, he asked quietly, "Do you regret it?"

This question was a little abrupt, Song Qingran's eyebrows jumped heavily, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he clenched his palm, and did not answer immediately.

Song Yancheng didn't seem to care about his answer, he smiled: "I want to tell you a story." There used to be a young man, he grew up in a wealthy mansion, his father loved him very much, but he occasionally always felt that his father did not love him, because he knew that he was not his father's biological son, he was the oil bottle brought by his mother, and he always felt that his father would love his brother more. The young man met a girl he loved very much very early, and he was very happy with the girl, but the girl's family was very ordinary, and could not bring any help to the young man's career, and the young man had the ambition to show his ambition in his career. He wanted to compete with his younger brother for the family property, so he kept saying that he loved and raised girls, but he turned around and married the right woman. "

When Song Yancheng said this, Song Qingran's pupils contracted heavily, and the green tendons at his temples rose and fell. The thin lips pursed into a sharp straight line.

Song Yancheng: "After the girl found out, she left the youth very decisively, and at that time, the girl was still pregnant with the young child. "

Song Qingran gritted his teeth tightly: "That's enough." "

Song Yancheng was not angry, but laughed, but he didn't know who he was laughing at: "Do you think this story is very familiar? Do you want to know the story of the girl after she left her youth? You don't dare to listen to it." Isn't it?"

Song Qingran's cheekbones moved.

"The girl soon married another person and bore children for him. "

Song Qingran's finger bones were white, he couldn't help but think of the way Nanbei married other men, just thinking about it, his heart hurt so much that it almost cracked, and jealousy burned him like fire.

He asked, "Beibei is a girl and he lived?"

Song Yancheng was not surprised that Song Qingran would guess, he nodded and said, "Yes." "

Song Qingran: "Is my mother very much like Beibei's mother?"

"Yes. "

This information is enough for Song Qingran to connect all this together, Song Yancheng is the child brought by the second wife of the old man Song, although the old man Song loves him very much, regards him as his own son, and also declares that he is the biological son of the old man Song, but he is still uneasy, in order to compete for power, he married Jiang Fu, but he also lost the woman he loved. And the appearance of Song Qingran's mother is as a poor substitute, who made that poor maid look so much like her?

Song Yancheng's story is as similar to his story with the north and south.

Song Yancheng sneered: "I don't want you to repeat my mistakes, but history still repeats itself, you are still obsessed with power, I know, you are different from me, you want to seize power, avenge your mother, you also want to seize power to protect the north and south, but do you think there are so many advantages in this world that you can take advantage of? "

Song Qingran felt funny: "What do you want to look for in me and Nanbei? Do you want me and Nanbei to fulfill your regrets back then? You are not with Nanbei's mother, and you are satisfied with me with Nanbei?"

"You don't have to lose your temper with me. Song Yancheng's voice was cold, "Do you think Nanbei really likes you? From childhood to adulthood, it's just that I drove Nanbei to please you." "

Song Qingran tensed the contour of his jaw, how could he not know. I just know that he is so angry now, and he is angry with Song Yancheng: "What do you treat me and Nanbei for? As an experiment? As a toy? Treat our lives as a family? Do you feel very satisfied when you watch your story repeat itself on us?"

Song Yancheng didn't want to argue anymore, he suppressed his anger, how could he be satisfied with the present? Of course, he hoped that his son could get along with Nanbei. To complete his regrets back then, he knew that his son had a cold temperament and a strong temper, so he had cultivated a relationship for so many years, but he didn't expect that his son would still follow his old path.

The North and the South deserve better.

He waved his hand and said tiredly, "You go out." He paused, "You have already hurt the north and south, cherish Jiang Sheng and don't hurt another woman." "

Song Qingran lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the emotions under his eyes, and the curvature of his thin lips seemed to be ironic.

*

Song Yancheng's words sounded the alarm for Song Qingran, he couldn't lose the north and south.

He thought that he was different from Song Yancheng, but he never thought that fate was playing tricks on people like this.

He knew that Bo Yan had been pestering the north and the south recently, but he knew that in a sense, Bo Yan was the brother-in-law of the north and the south, and he knew the north and the south, with such an identity, it was impossible for Bo Yan to be with the north and the south in his life.

He pretended not to know the news of Nanbei in London, he wanted to give Nanbei a buffer time, this time, he didn't want to force her, he thought of many plans, but he didn't expect that when he was in a meeting, his subordinates suddenly called him, and when he didn't answer, his subordinates immediately sent a text message in.

"Mr. Song, Bo Yan is going to take Miss Nan away, Mr. Bo's large special plane is parked at a small airport in the suburbs, and they are rushing over there. "

Song Qingran had a very strong intuition, if he really let Bo Yan take the north and south away, he might never see the north and the south again in his life.

Seeing that Song Qingran did not come to the stage to explain, the speaker in the conference room politely called his name, Song Qinghan smiled when he saw this, and his voice was cold: "Qingran, don't fall into the beauty cave, now it's during working hours, how can you serve the public like this?"

Song Qingran didn't seem to hear anything, the force in his hand increased slightly, the pen in his hand broke, he stood up, his eyes were terrifyingly dark, and he whispered to the assistant on the side to come to the stage for him, while standing up, he smiled at everyone, and his momentum was awe-inspiring: "I'm sorry, I have something urgent, leave first, my assistant will complete the work smoothly for me, sorry." "

After he finished speaking, he strode out, grabbing his blazer at random.

Song Qing smiled coldly, his fingers typing something on the keyboard of his mobile phone, and then pressed the send button, a sneer overflowed on his lips, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Song Qingran, you are dead.