Song Qingran smiled as if he didn't care: "The old man probably instigated her to leave me today." "

"Your old man really loves this girl, and he knows that following you will not end well, so let her leave you. "

Song Qingran pursed her lips, smiling rather than smiling: "Leave?"

Shen Zhou raised his eyes, saw Song Qingran's expression, the smile on his lips tightened a little, and he twisted his eyebrows: "Qingran, don't you want to enjoy the blessings of Qi people, right? "

Song Qingran's dark eyes were deep, his face was expressionless, he picked up the cup and drank it all: "So I can't let her know." "

*

Nanbei finished drinking the soup and was just about to go upstairs, when he heard the sound of a car outside, and after a while, Song Yancheng took off his coat and walked in. He smiled: "Beibei, finished eating?"

"Well, Uncle Song, I'll go and make you some soup, and you haven't eaten it yet, have you?"

"It's okay, you sit and Auntie will do it. Song Yancheng threw the coat he had taken off on the sofa beside him.

When Nanbei saw Song Yancheng, he remembered that Song Qingran said that his biological mother was not Jiang Fu, but the Song family's domestic servant, why did Jiang Fu go to hold other people's children? Does Uncle Song know about this? Uncle Song and Qingran have a bad relationship, does it have anything to do with this matter? How did Qingran's biological mother die......

Nan Nan's mind turned quickly, and she vaguely remembered the photo she saw on Su Xiang's side a few years ago, a photo of Xiao Su Xiang and a woman, was that woman Song Qingran's biological mother?

Is Song Qingran's biological mother related to Uncle Song?

Song Yancheng saw that Nanbei was looking at him in a daze, raised his lips and smiled: "What's the matter?" Beibei, what are you in a daze?"

Nanbei came back to his senses and shook his head.

Song Yancheng said that he was asking someone to go to the hot soup, but he didn't have the heart to drink it, he walked to the second floor and said to Nanbei: "You come to the study." "

In the study, the light was dim. The curtains were drawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun rested on the floor through the gaps in the curtains.

Song Yancheng turned on the light, he likes to make tea, asked someone to serve a pot of tea, slowly took out the tea set, and just said to the north and south: "You sit first." "

Nanbei sat on the sofa opposite.

The fragrance of tea is pervasive, the smoke is misty, Song Yancheng lowered his eyes, through the smoke, he was still the handsome wind god of more than ten years ago, he held the teapot, slowly filtered, and filled the teacup again, he pushed the cup in front of the north and south.

Nanbei smiled slightly: "Thank you, uncle." "

Song Yancheng raised his eyes, and when he laughed, the tails of his eyes showed traces of wrinkles, deep and elegant. His eyes reflected the figures of the north and the south, as if he was looking at the north and the south seriously.

Nanbei didn't speak, he took a sip of tea gently, and said thoughtlessly: "You are very similar to her." "

The North and the South did not understand.

Song Yancheng said: "Beibei, what are your plans for the future?"

Nanbei's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he asked, "What do you want me to do in the future?"

Song Yancheng smiled: "You don't have to think about me, and you don't have to think about Song Qingran." Think only of yourself. "

Nanbei was very frank: "I don't know. "

Song Yancheng said: "My agreement with you will be there soon, you will soon be free, and you can live the life you want." "

Nanbei was silent for a long time, and asked hesitantly: "Uncle Song, why do you want me to stay by Qingran......'s side?" Your relationship with Qingran ......" she paused, "I can feel that you care about him a lot......"

When Song Yancheng heard this, the smile lines at the end of his eyes became deeper and deeper: "Beibei, I thought you would guess that I wanted to control Qingran." Father and son are born, the relationship is predestined, and some people just don't have the life of father-son affection for a lifetime, and they can maintain a superficial relationship. It's not easy. "

He poured another cup of tea, and through the white smoke, his eyes were hazy, but he stared intently at the north and south, as if looking at another person through her.

He smiled: "Let you stay by Qingran's side, maybe it is to fulfill a teenager's dream." Qingran doesn't know how to cherish, I'm very disappointed in him, he doesn't deserve you. "

Such Song Yancheng was a little cold: "Beibei, believe it or not, when the beauty and the country are placed in front of Qingran, he will still choose the country." "

Nanbei was stunned for a moment, she smiled, and her voice was very soft: "I believe it." "

Song Yancheng stood up and walked to the shelf in the study, there was a cabinet with a fingerprint lock on it, he took out a diary from it, the book was yellowed, he took a deep breath, but his fingers still trembled a little, he flipped it over, stared at it fixedly, and pursed his lips.

Nanbei couldn't see what he was looking at, only heard his voice come in a deep voice: "When it's all over." Let me tell you a story. "

*

After Nanbei came out of the study, he couldn't help but send a WeChat complaint to Yan Yu: "I feel like I'm in a mess now, everyone has secrets, only I don't know anything." "

Yan Yu was still busy with work, and took the time to reply to the north and south: "It's normal, none of them are normal." "

"Uncle Song talked to me for a long time, and it was almost the same as not saying it, I thought I would hear a new story, and my heart was beating fast, and then he told me...... See you next round?"

The metaphor sent a string of hahahaha, and the north and south replied with a "speechless" expression.

Yan Yu said: "The Song family is really mysterious. "

The north and the south deliberately yin and yang are weird: "Rich people are all roaring like this! Look at the Cheng family, the Lu family, and the Song family, which family is normal?"

The words were cooperative: "No." Then she sent again: "When are you going to come back to work?"

"Looking at the current situation, it is unlikely that it will be in the near future, and I still have to ask for leave from the hospital. Song Qinghan estimated that the wedding would not be long before he could leave. "

"Okay, take care of your body, keep your mood happy, and when I have time, can I go and see you. "

Nanbei told her: "You also rest early, don't be too busy." "

*

Su Xiang is pregnant, Song Qinghan and her marriage are soon being prepared, Liu Fengting wants to pull Jiang Fu to busy with the marriage, she shows off outside her words, Jiang Fu is so angry, Jiang Fu naturally will not help her prepare for the wedding, she turned around and held a charity party in the name of the leader, it is a charity meeting on the surface, but it is actually a blind date meeting, and most of the noble ladies who came brought their daughters.

Nanbei did not participate, the main reason was that Jiang Fu was worried that the appearance of Nanbei would affect her choice of daughter-in-law, but what made Jiang Fu feel strange was that the news of her charity association was not hidden, the old man and Song Yancheng knew about it, and they both knew that she did not let Nanbei appear, and these two people who had always regarded Nanbei as their daughters-in-law in the past. This time, he didn't say a word.

Jiang Fu instantly understood something, the old man and Song Yancheng gave up the idea of letting Song Qingran marry Nanbei, her enthusiasm for running a charity association was even higher, and she carefully set every link, and privately asked people to prepare a roster of daughters of famous families to be married in London.

The night before the charity meeting started, she also went to find Song Qingran.

Nanbei heard the apartment doorbell ringing, and when he opened the door, he was a little surprised to see Jiang Fu.

Maybe it's pitiful, maybe it's a good mood, Jiang Fu looked at the north and south with a smile and asked her, "Is Qingran there?"

Nanbei blinked and said, "He works in the study." "

Jiang Fu walked in and looked around the apartment, her eyes were critical, but she didn't say anything, she walked to the sofa and sat down: "Then I'll wait for him." "

Nanbei asked her aunt to pour tea for Jiang Fu, and she sat next to Jiang Fu herself.

Jiang Fu couldn't help but look at the north and the south, she felt a little strange, her eyes looked from the hair of the north and the south to the fingernails of the north and the south, she had the impression that the north and the south were goblins, good-looking, charming temperament, and pay attention to life, but now the fingernails of the north and south are clean and clean, nothing has been done, and the hair is quite good, but the complexion is not particularly good, but the whole person seems to have become much gentler.

She said in a rare calm tone: "Have you been sick lately?"

"No, that's good. "

"Is it because you're too busy at work? Women still have to take care of themselves, you haven't looked good lately, and you have time to do beauty. She paused, and her tone was a little satisfied, "The temperament seems to be a little more restrained, which is quite good." You can't work hard outside, and you will have to be angry with you when you come back. When she said this. The curvature of the corners of the mouth is a little deeper.

Seeing the pity in her eyes, Nanbei didn't say anything, and quickly looked away.

Song Qingran ended the meeting, walked out of the study, and when he saw Jiang Fu, his handsome eyebrows were twisted, and his tone was light: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Fu smiled: "Qingran, my mother has something to talk to you about." "

Song Qingran glanced at her, his dark eyes were calm, but his emotions fluctuated in the depths, he glanced at the north and south, and was silent for a long time. He said lightly: "Come to the study." "

Nanbei lowered her eyelashes, and wanted to laugh a little, she knew very well that although Song Qingran didn't like Jiang Fu, no matter what, he would never break with Jiang Fu now, to be precise, he would not break with the forces behind Jiang Fu. The Jiang family is the only daughter of the current head of the Jiang family, and Song Qingran is the only grandson of the Jiang family.

Jiang Fu has been helping Song Qingran on a blind date recently, how could she not know? She just pretended not to know, the only thing she cared about was Song Qingran's attitude towards this matter, she needed a reason to cut off her and him for so many years.

*

Jiang Fu's bag contained a roster of daughters, she took it out and happily put it in front of Song Qingran, she said: "Ah Ran, look at it, these are all chosen by your mother for you, which one do you like?"

Song Qingran's face was not very good: "You don't have to choose for me." "

Jiang Fu pretended not to hear him, and continued: "You look at it slowly, your mother asked your assistant, you don't have a work schedule tomorrow night, will you attend the charity meeting with your mother?"

Song Qingran pursed his lips: "I'll go out to watch a movie with Nanbei tomorrow night." "

"What kind of movie to watch, can't you do it another day?, where is it important to watch a movie with you marrying a daughter-in-law?" Jiang Fu frowned and looked at him.

Song Qingran's eyes were pale: "Wife, I will pick it myself, you don't have to worry about these things." "

"Then who do you want to marry?" Jiang Fu watched Song Qingran grow up, she looked like she knew him very well, and said, "I'm your mother, I don't know you yet, will you really marry Nanbei?" Now even your grandfather and father don't support you marrying Nanbei. "

When Song Qingran heard the last sentence, his face sank, and he just said, "My marriage." I'm in charge, you don't have to worry about it. "

Jiang Fu didn't dare to provoke him, she put down the roster, her purpose today was achieved, she lifted the bag: "Mom is just going to see you today, by the way, give you the roster, you can take a good look, choose a well-behaved wife, people like ours, choose a wife, family background is the most important, a wife from a good family can not only help you in your career, but also optimize family genes." As long as you and the north and the south don't get married, love will be whatever it is. "

After Jiang Fu came out of the study, she saw that Nanbei was still sitting on the sofa and working, and when she caught a glimpse of her somewhat pale face, she felt pity: "Tomorrow, I will ask the aunt at home to boil some soup and send it over to replenish her complexion." "

Jiang Fu doesn't want to fight with Nanbei anymore, no matter what happens, it will be difficult to get into the hall of elegance, so she can only be a woman who is unsightly outside.

*

When Jiang Fu held a charity banquet, it was lively and lively, gathering most of the famous ladies, and a familiar lady asked Jiang Fu in a whisper: "Didn't the Song family raise a little daughter-in-law for Young Master Song? Even the Su family girl was driven away?"

Jiang Fu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her demeanor was natural and noble: "Isn't that Qingran young? I was fascinated by the appearance of that girl's fox spirit, and now that she is older, she is naturally sensible, how can that girl get into his eyes? I said yesterday to choose an excellent daughter-in-law for him, and he didn't object." "

The noble lady understood, it was rare for a young man, no matter how he played when he was young, it didn't matter to them, as long as he grew up and knew how to be restrained, she asked again: "Will Young Master Song come here today?"

Jiang Fu didn't dare to hold it up, so he said ambiguously: "You also know." Our old man has been sick recently, and my charity club is also used to pray for him. Ah Ran has his own company, and he has to help manage the company, which is very busy. "

"It's right for a man to be busy with his career. The lady did not suspect him, and quickly accepted the reason.

At this time, Song Qingran took Nanbei to go shopping in the mall, and when Nanbei went to the bathroom, Song Qingran was waiting for him outside, he was tall, with a straight suit and deep outlines, and he looked like an elite. It has attracted the attention of many women.

Nanbei overhears someone else's discussion in the bathroom.

"The man outside the door is so handsome, he looks like he has a successful career and a lot of money. "

"Don't think about it, it looks like you're waiting for someone, and it's estimated that there is already a master. "

"Where can I find this kind of man who is rich and loves to go shopping with his girlfriend?"

Nanbei washed his hands while thinking, of course this kind of man was trained by her, Young Master Song Qingran has a big temper, he often murders her when he first gets together, and likes to sarcastically mock her, not considerate at all, after the two have been together for a long time, not to mention whether he has cultivated a relationship, his cynicism is much less, and he can tolerate her playing a little temper, and occasionally coax her, and then take her out to play, thinking seriously, in addition to not loving her and not marrying her, there is nothing bad for her.

Nanbei wiped his fingers clean and walked out, Song Qingran grabbed her waist and asked Nanbei: "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't go shopping, I'm almost done. "

"Shall we go to dinner then?"

"Good. "

Song Qingran's location is on the top floor, a circular transparent glass sky restaurant, the environment is dark, the fragrance is obvious, and the sound of a leisurely and romantic violin lingers.

There are also scattered diners in the restaurant, and the voices are very small.

Sitting in the north and south positions, through the glass window, you can see almost half of the city of London, the night is sultry, the stars are shining, she smiled slightly, the candle flame jumped, the light and shadow fell on her face, and it also seemed a little gentle.

The waiter finished the dish quietly, Song Qingran stored the red wine here, he opened the bottle of wine, and only took a shallow sip from the north and south.

Nanbei supported his chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "Aunt Jiang held a charity meeting tonight. "

Song Qingran's eyes were not shocked: "Hmm." "

"But everyone knows that she is choosing a wife for you. "

Song Qingran's face was still very calm, but his tone was a little ridiculous: "Jealous?"

"yes. "Nanbei seems to be true or false," I originally thought you would go over there tonight and wouldn't come out with me for dinner. "

Song Qingran didn't say anything.

Nanbei retracted her gaze at him, and regained her appreciation of the scenery outside, her voice was very soft: "Qingran, do you know how old I am this year?"

Song Qingran's fingers holding the wine glass rubbed it slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Nanbei said to himself: "27 years old. "

Her tone paused slightly, and Song Qingran smiled: "Has anyone joked about your age recently?"

"No, it's not. Nanbei eyes smiled like a small crescent moon, "Just sigh, twenty years have passed in one fell swoop, I once thought that twenty years is a very long time, so long that I can't see the end...... I'm all 27 years old and soon 28, 30, 40 ......"

Song Qingran was still smiling, staring at him from north to south. I also have to sigh that the current Song Qingran has changed a lot compared to before. The growth of a man is probably inseparable from the support of his career, he is more mature than before, and more stable than before, the soft light is reflected in his black pupils, almost drowning people in the lake in his eyes.

Nanbei continued: "But in the past twenty years, I feel that I have not changed, perhaps because I have always been by your side...... I'm about the same age as Yanyu, but she's already a mother of two. "

Song Qingran's smile did not decrease, but the air around him froze a little.

"Have you ever thought about it. How would you propose to someone?" she curled the corners of her lips as she curled her lips, "I've thought before, sometimes I want to be at the London Eye, sometimes I want to be at the top of London, and sometimes I want to be at home...... I've thought of many, many ways to propose, and I've imagined many, many romantic proposals. She raised her eyes, her black eyes damp, "A lot of people are unmarried or Dinks, I used to think I could be, but I later found out that I never knew myself, I had a desire for home, I wanted to get married, I wanted children." "

Song Qingran quietly looked at the north and south and didn't say a word.

Nanbei sniffed, and asked with a smile: "What about you, Song Qingran?" Her tone was so relaxed that it was as if the two of them were just chatting, "Have you ever thought about getting married?"

Song Qingran didn't speak, and the smile in his quiet eyes had already gradually dissipated.

Nanbei couldn't wait for an answer, and smiled again: "You're not a Dinkist or an unmarried, are you? After all, the Song family needs an orthodox heir. "

Song Qingran's face was expressionless, and Nanbei didn't seem to feel the change in his mood: "Aunt Jiang is helping you look at each other, congratulations, you will get married soon." "

"North-north. Song Qingran finally spoke.

Nanbei didn't want to listen to him, so he suddenly asked, "Song Qingran, will you get married?"

Song Qingran's eyes sank: "Beibei, you are in a bad mood tonight, let's not talk about this." "

Nanbei smiled: "I'm in a good mood." I just want to know. She continued, "Will you marry me?"

After she finished speaking, her nose was sore, her eyes blinked slightly, staring at his dark eyes, for a moment, and whispered: "I almost forgot, when I was with you, you made your attitude clear - you will never marry me, who made me not have enough status and lowly means?"

Song Qingran tightened his outline, and his dark eyes were cold: "Beibei, let's go back, you need to rest." "

Nanbei hated Song Qingran's character of not answering like this, and would only avoid being treated coldly, and then made her hold back her anger, she said: "I'm serious, I can understand you, it's normal for you to be right, and it's normal for you not to want to marry me." "

Song Qingran didn't want to continue to talk to Nanbei on this topic anymore, he stood up, put on his coat, and said to her calmly: "Let's go back." "

Nanbei's slender fingers curled up gently, she endured the pain in her heart, restrained the rest of her emotions, restrained the trembling of her voice, and said calmly: "Let's separate." "

Song Qingran's pupils shrank, in addition to the ice floe in his eyes, there was also anger that gradually spread, and he tried his best to suppress his anger: "Beibei, I said, let's not talk about this matter, you are emotionally unstable now." "

Nanbei eyelashes fluttered: "I'm serious, it's ...... to separate"

Before her words fell, Song Qingran's voice seemed to be hoarse as if squeezed out of her throat: "Separate? Beibei, I said don't mention these two words again, after separating from me, where are you going, and who do you want to be with?"

Nanbei did not answer.

Song Qingran stared at her expressionlessly for a long time, the palm hanging by his side, clenched and released several times, and after a while, he used a little force to hold her stiffly into his arms, "I will take care of these things, you don't have to worry, you obediently, don't make trouble, stay by my side, soon, it will be calm." "