Song Qingran's throat rolled, his black eyes were calm, but they were cold and ruthless, and his eyebrows were cold and frosty.

The north and south in front of him were a little aggressive, and he couldn't restrain the disgust that inexplicably surfaced in his heart, he hated this type of woman. He lowered his eyes and saw his face in the dark water of the lake from north to south, frowning tightly, and there was a fire in his heart, which burned fiercely.

His eyes flashed with a dark light, restrained, and said to Nanbei: "If you are sick, go and rest." As he spoke, he shook Nanbei's hand, "I'll call Doctor Ouyang over now." ”

Nanbei didn't speak, but Song Qingran's fingers suddenly touched the ring on Nanbei's hand, he frowned, and the moment he saw it clearly, his face had sunk.

His voice seemed to come out of his throat: "Where did this come from?"

"I bought it. "The north and the south were slightly stunned.

"You bought it?" Song Qingran sneered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he didn't care about maintaining his apparent gentlemanly demeanor, his tone was mean and sarcastic, "Where did you get the money, the 10 million in the afternoon?"

Nanbei's face turned pale for a moment, the nerves in her brain were pinched, and the pain was terrible, and this sentence was like a hot slap in the face.

Song Qingran's eyebrows were cold: "Take it off." ”

Nanbei was also stubborn and smiled: "Why?"

Song Qingran's dark eyes reflected her delicate face, his gaze swept over her pale skin, and fell on her pupils as deep as a lake, I don't know what to think, his thin lips hooked slightly, and said lightly: "What do you say? Beibei, have you forgotten that you are also mine." ”

Nanbei's eyes stinged.

Song Qingran was already impatient, he pursed his thin lips, grasped Nanbei's hand, and regardless of Nanbei's struggle, he directly took off the ring on her hand.

His strength was not great, but the ring was tightly attached to his finger, and his movements still made his fingers hurt and left a deep red mark on his finger.

"Where did the diamond come from? I set myself into a ring and want to get married?" his tone was flat and full of sarcasm, Nanbei didn't know where to anger him, he spoke so meanly, "Beibei, when you climbed into my bed, I told you, I couldn't marry you in this life." ”

Such a bad Song Qingran, Nanbei has not seen it for a long, long time, she feels very tired, the anger of Fang Cai dissipated at once, only sadness remained, she looked away, did not look at Song Qingran, and said calmly: "The diamond is your mother's, she is set in the new bag." ”

Song Qingran clenched his fingers, his bones turned white, he gritted his teeth, his deep eyes fluctuated emotionally, and after a while, he smiled: "She is also worthy." ”

His voice was so low that it was not heard clearly in the north and south.

*

In the second half of the night, Nanbei fell asleep under the effect of the medicine, Song Qingran took a bath and lay down beside her, he turned sideways and stared at her in the dark, he squinted slightly, he originally wanted to hold her to sleep, his hand just stretched out, and slowly retracted it.

He clicked on the screen of his phone, and in the locked album, there was a photo lying quietly.

It was a woman in a skirt, with a gentle appearance and a quiet smile, standing in front of the door of the small building, a landscape of her own, she was smiling, and her gentle eyes shrouded the little boy running not far away.

The photo already has a sense of age, with yellowed edges, and it is obvious that it was scanned and then sent to the phone.

Song Qingran pursed his lips, slowly turned off his mobile phone, and looked at Nanbei again, the two of them are two completely different types, and they don't look alike, but occasionally, he will see her shadow on Nanbei's body.

*

The next day, Nanbei woke up and found that she was unconsciously nestled in Song Qingran's arms, her forehead was against the man's hard chest, she frowned, and was about to leave his arms.

The man suddenly stretched out his big hand, grabbed her waist, her body sank, the man's hot lips pressed against her forehead, and the big palm had skillfully penetrated into the hem of her clothes.

Avoiding the north and south, Song Qingran's voice was hoarse: "The fever has subsided." ”

Nanbei said: "There is no condom. ”

This sentence is more useful than anything else, Song Qingran's movements were stagnant, his breathing was heavy, and he didn't continue.

Nanbei opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and thought about it, it was because of this that Young Master Song didn't have an illegitimate child outside.

Song Qingran seemed to see her thoughts, and while getting out of bed, he said coldly: "I worked overtime in the company the night before yesterday, not on Su Xiang's side, I and her are already in the past, you don't have to care about her, you are different from her." His voice was calm, "I'll let you handle your second aunt's affairs." ”

"Yes, I'm your sister. ”

When Song Qingran heard this, he paused and did not explain.