Song Qingran didn't have the idea of explaining, he put the box away and put it in his drawer, and the moment he put it in, the bone knuckle rubbed the ring box, his handsome eyebrows narrowed slightly, as if he thought of someone, with a vague miss.

Nanbei understood at a glance, even if she didn't understand, she guessed a few points, the only remaining Wen Cun wanton dissipated at once, her chest was clogged, she sat up slowly, picked up the sweater hanging aside, and slowly twisted her wet hair.

She laughed, "Someone gave it to you?"

Song Qingran didn't say anything.

"Let me guess if it's your pretty secretary Ada, or your work buddy Linda. "These names are all nonsense from the north and south," or ...... What about Sister Su Xiang?"

Hearing the word Su Xiang, Song Qingran closed the drawer, turned around, glanced at Nanbei, pursed his thin lips, even if he didn't say anything, Nanbei still knew that Song Qingran was angry.

"Mr. Song, your ex-girlfriend still likes to give you rings. Nanbei raised his eyes to look at him, his dark eyes smiling.

Song Qingran's dark eyes were a little sharper.

Nanbei twisted her hair and gently scattered it over her shoulders, and she continued: "After that, did we break up, and you also wanted me to give you a ring?"

I don't know which sentence it was, which angered Song Qingran, his dark eyes flashed a little bored, his thin lips moved slightly, playing with taste: "Break up?" The tone was nothing, but it was obviously sarcastic.

Nanbei thought that he was going to turn over old accounts again, but he still smiled: "Do you want to push the reason for your breakup with Su Xiang on me again? Su Xiang said that I am a junior, forget it, what qualifications do you Song Qingran have?"

Song Qingran stared at the smile on her face, her eyes were cold, she looked at it carefully, and sneered: "No one said you are a junior, don't be so sensitive." ”

The North and the South have hated the word "sensitive" the most since they were young, and when others say it lightly, they always carry disapproval, contempt, boredom, and the superiority of occupying the moral high ground. When she was a child, she felt that her parents preferred her sister, but her aunt disagreed: "Beibei, don't be so sensitive." Later, she went to Song's house, she felt that Song Qingran's mother didn't like her, and Uncle Song said, "Beibei, you are too sensitive." ”

Nanbei smiled: "Didn't anyone say it, didn't Su Xiang scold me for being a junior?"

Song Qingran looked at her condescendingly, as if he didn't understand why Nanbei, who had always been obedient, became so aggressive today, he twisted his handsome eyebrows, his expression was cold and grim, and he sneered: "She hasn't scolded." ”

The smile on the lips of the north and south became deeper and deeper, dyed with shallow ridicule, showing that he did not believe Song Qingran's nonsense.

Song Qingran was impatient: "When Xiao San also has to successfully intervene, do you think you are my girlfriend?" The indifference in his tone was a little ruthless, "Our affairs have nothing to do with Su Xiang, so you don't have to keep mentioning her." We are together, not because of her, and it will not be because of her when we break up in the future. He simply made it clear, "Did you come back yesterday and meet her at the airport?"

Nanbei was stunned, recalled yesterday, and then pulled out a faint smile: "Oh, she made a small report to you, saying that I didn't say hello to her?"

Song Qingran paused, and his tone was indifferent: "It's okay, just say hello if you want to, just say hello if you don't want to." He said coldly, "If you don't want to say hello, remember to avoid people, don't dangle in front of people again, people take the initiative to greet you, and you pretend not to see it, making her unhappy, huh?"

Nanbei was stunned, her chest was tight, and a wave of depression was surging in her chest, she wanted to talk back, but when she saw the impatience in Song Qingran's eyes, she turned off the fire again, leaving only a faint sharp pain, and the tip of her nose was sour.

Probably seeing the grievances of the north and the south, Song Qingran softened his tone, he stretched out his hand and touched the hair of the north and south, as if to soothe the pets with a temper, and lowered his voice: "Be good, I'm very tired today, let's not quarrel." ”