"Aunt Fan, I'm full, please warm porridge for me, I want to rest."

Listening to Song He's cold words, Aunt Fan sighed heavily, but finally quietly took the porridge that Song He hadn't eaten and left.

In the early morning of the next day, Song He was having breakfast with Nanbei, listening to the footsteps coming down from upstairs, Song He frowned and slowed down the action of eating.

She didn't know how to face Nanhe, and she would feel very uncomfortable in her heart.

As if he didn't notice the stiffness of Song He's back, Nanhe sat down very calmly and put the first cup of hot milk poured by Aunt Fan in front of Song He.

"How's the design going?"

Song He was slightly stunned, and his voice in response was cold as he remembered.

"It's okay, I'm not inspired for the time being."

If she had been inspired, she wouldn't have had time to eat here now, but would have been working hard in her room to draw sketches.

Nanhe smiled slightly: "It's okay, there is still a period of time before the time to participate in the competition, there is a meal at noon today, let's go together, just look for inspiration." ”

Nanhe frowned and refused without hesitation.

"No, I'm a little unwell."

Yesterday, Nanhe said to take her out for a walk, and that happened, and this time I'm going to go to the heart again, and the ghost knows what will happen in the dark.

She wasn't interested in Nanhe's affairs at all.

"It's not an inquiry, it's an order." Nanhe's unhurried voice was full of affirmation.

Seeing that Song He's expression was not quite right, Nanbei hurriedly leaned into Song He's arms and glared at Nanhe dissatisfied: "Brother, why are you murdering my sister?" ”

Nanhe raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Nanbei, your temper is becoming more and more arrogant." ”

He has repeatedly tolerated the willfulness of the north and the south in front of Song He, but it does not mean that he will always tolerate it.

Nanbei flattened his mouth, looked at Song He aggrievedly, and shrank into Song He's arms.

"Sister......

"Today's brother is so weird......"

Song He rubbed Nanbei's head dotingly, and glanced at Nanhe indifferently.

"Is there anything you can't say?"

"Okay, as long as you follow me out, I'll talk to him well."

"Otherwise, don't go out in the north and south this year, and you'll only go out to cause trouble for me anyway!"

Nanhe replied with a faint smile from Song He, with a bit of danger in his smile.

He always does what he says.

Hearing this, Nanbei's gaze changed suddenly, and a head poked out of Song He's arms.

"Brother, I didn't mess with you today......"

Why do you want to cut him?

"Do you want me to count all the mistakes you made?"

In this way, Nanbei suddenly had no words, and silently shrank his head into Song He's arms again. For fear that Nanhe would grab his little tail and keep talking.

Feeling the uneasiness of the little guy in his arms, Song He couldn't help frowning.

"Just come back for lunch at noon?"

It's nothing more than Nanhe grasping her weakness and forcing her to comply with the affairs of the north and the south.

It's just a meal, so it won't make such a big fuss.

Nanbei is just a little kid, how can he stay in this castle for a whole year?

Nan He nodded leisurely and put the bread in his mouth.

"Yes."

"Then come and pick up someone at noon." Saying that, Song He drank the milk in the cup in one gulp and turned around and went upstairs. Nanbei was in her arms and went upstairs together.

Looking at the departing figure, the corners of Nanhe's mouth rose slightly.

Sure enough, only the affairs of the north and the south can suppress Song He.

It doesn't matter, one day, he will be able to use himself to suppress his baby.

Looking at Song He, who slowly walked to the table and began to look at the design draft, Nanbei flattened his mouth and silently pulled Song He's clothes.

"Sister, am I causing you trouble again?"

Hearing this, Song He lowered his head and rubbed Nanbei's head dotingly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was shallow, but very gentle.

"How do you say that? Kitaku has always been my sister's pistachio. ”

"But my brother wants my sister to go out to eat, if it weren't for my brother's talk about my grounding, my sister wouldn't have been forced to go out." Nanhe lowered his head, and his two little hands kept poking at his chest, which was quite cute.

Song He smiled and hugged Nanbei up.

"No, my sister just thinks it's a little troublesome to go out, but I'm still happier to be able to go out to breathe."

Of course, the premise is not to follow Nanhe all the way.

However, the truth is impossible, and she can only leave this castle by following Nanhe's side.

This huge and beautiful castle looks so gorgeous on the surface, but it has also become a shackle for her.

"Really?" Nanbei looked at Song He with a pair of big eyes.

Song He nodded and hugged Nanbei tightly.

"So Nanbei is obedient now, and my sister still has to design works."

Nanbei smiled sweetly obediently, nestled in Song He's arms, and quietly looked at Song He's constantly moving fingers.

Time passed quietly, and the sound of a car sounded downstairs.

Song He straightened the lace around his neck, then lifted the hem of his skirt and went downstairs slowly.

Looking at Song He, who was dressed in a long white dress, Nanhe's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"Hey, you are still so beautiful today."

Song He frowned slightly, as if he hadn't heard Nanhe's words, and walked towards the car.

Nan and the gentleman opened the co-pilot's door and invited Song He in.

The elegant movements are done in one go, without the slightest hesitation.

Nanbei stood at the door, silently watching the departure of the two people.

"Little master, I made you something delicious, hurry up and come over for dinner?"

Nanbei turned his eyes to look at Aunt Fan, who was still wearing an apron, and smiled: "It's here!" ”

Song He, who was in the car, looked extremely uncomfortable, and his eyes kept looking out.

In the past, there were Nanbei who went out with her, but now that Nanbei is no more, she is a little unaccustomed to it.

"What are you thinking?" Nanhe's voice broke the silence.

Song He shook his head, but he still put his head on his arm, not wanting to deal with Nanhe at all.

Nanhe didn't care and drove seriously.

Walking through the city, the car ended up on the outskirts of another place.

Unlike the Nan family, this villa is very large, but it is still nothing compared to the castle of the Nan family.

There were also two maids standing outside the door, and when they saw the figures of Nanhe and Song He, they hurriedly lowered their heads.

Nanhe casually threw the key into the waiter's hand, and quickly walked to the co-pilot's position, and the gentleman opened the door.

Song He didn't hold Nanhe's hand, but pulled his skirt and got out of the car elegantly.

As in the past, Song He's appearance always carries a lot of amazing eyes.

Nanwa held out his hand again.

Song He frowned tightly, but after hesitation, Nan He suddenly grabbed his hand and forcibly entered the villa.

"Nan, welcome ......" Sarai walked out of the living room with a red wine glass, his eyes fell on Song He's body, and he was amazed in a flash.

"He, you are still so beautiful today......"

Anyway, I think Lotus is the kind of type that is so amazing that people can't forget it.

It's obviously a very pure skirt, but when I wear it on He's body, I feel extraordinarily pure, as if I have returned to five years ago.

"Thanks, I heard that half an hour ago." The corners of Song He's mouth hooked slightly, and he glanced at Nanhe on his side teasingly.

Sure enough, Nanhe's gaze at Sarai was not quite right.

Sensing Nanhe's dissatisfaction, Sarai hurriedly covered his mouth and laughed dryly.

"Come on in, Shaco has been waiting for a long time, just waiting for the two of you to have a drink."

"The most important thing is that there are two beautiful women here today." As he spoke, Sarai glanced ambiguously at Nanhe.

Nanhe didn't seem to see it, and still led Song He into the villa with a gentleman.

This is a private villa in Sarai, which is only used for parties on weekdays.

In the world of a rich man, you never have to guess what is going on in his mind, because you can never guess.

The appearance of Nanhe and Song He made the originally lively living room quiet all of a sudden.

The two young girls who had been drinking with Xia Ke stopped laughing and quietly looked at the woman who suddenly came in.

It stands to reason that they are all here today to tie up with the big guy, and they don't like this woman who suddenly appeared.

Xia Ke glanced at the two of them ambiguously, took the wine glass and gave Song He and Nanhe a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with the two.

"Welcome ......"

"Today's lotus is beautiful."

"Thank you." Song He was careless and perfunctory.

Sarai came in, grabbed a young girl in the living room, and boldly dropped a kiss on the girl's cheek.

"Nan, He, let me introduce you, this is my cousin Ouya, and that is Eurasia's good sister Tsubaki."

Ouya blushed in Sarai's arms, raised his wine glass and smiled at Song He, showing politeness.

Song He also just smiled and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

On the contrary, Chunlai, the girl next to Eurasia, seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with Song He's meaning, and didn't say hello to Song He, but just found a place to sit down, for fear that others wouldn't know that she was in a bad mood now.

Everyone knows that Xaco has never been close to women, and Eurasia already has Sarai, who must not care about anything.

But she is different, she is here today for the legendary Nanhe in the business world.

In France, her family is also half an aristocracy, and there are many people who want to make friends with her, but when she first came, she ran into a wall in front of Nanhe, so she quit.

The woman she had never seen before actually took the lead.

Ouya's face was slightly embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Tsubaki is not in a good mood today, please forgive me." ”

Sarai smiled and dropped a kiss on Eurya's cheek.

"It's okay, our brothers don't care."

"Really?"