Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

Xiao Ran's face turned red all of a sudden, Mu Nancheng just opened his arms like that, as if he would wait forever if Xiao Ran didn't give him a hug, Xiao Ran stood in Mu Nancheng's arms a little embarrassedly, the strong arms She immediately hugged him tightly in her arms.

Mu Nancheng closed his eyes. Of course, this was not the first time he hugged Xiao Ran, but it had extraordinary meaning to him.

This is like a journey, a reincarnation, from the beginning to the end, there is a beginning and an end, and there is a consummation.

Many years ago, the young and frivolous Mu Nancheng just coaxed that silly kid on a whim. As long as he said a few nice words, the little fool would send him a steady stream of money for him to squander in a feasting foreign country. How could he know that at that time? Thinking that his casual coaxing would become the obsession he pursued so many years later, engraved into his bone marrow.

My lord, let me hug you.

Subtle emotions rose in Xiao Ran's heart, he never thought that Mu Nancheng was PoorHunter.

He felt that there were many things he hadn't thought to understand all the time, and now he was clear. No wonder when Fu Yuxing fell ill, the members of the Fu family came to the door one by one to beg and failed to get Mu Nancheng to donate bone marrow, but he easily entered Mu Nancheng in M The country's private house, so Mu Nancheng married him knowing that he had the will to die, and took care of him in every possible way.

It turned out that he turned out to be PoorHunter.

This is a person who had a close relationship with him 13 years ago. Xiao Ran loves everything that has had a deep trace in his life, especially people, just because he has experienced too much life and death at a young age. PoorHunter The appearance was simply a huge surprise.

Mu Nancheng's heartbeat beat against his heart valve. Xiao Ran never knew that a person's heartbeat could be as heavy as a bell, so heavy that it was impossible to measure how much weight it carried.

"When did you know it was me?"

Mu Nancheng was leaning against the balcony. This posture made him and Xiao Ran look at the same level, and the two could look directly into each other's eyes. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a vicious smile that was hard to change:

"Actually, I always knew it was you, otherwise I wouldn't care about a seven-year-old child."

"so?"

"I know you are Song Xiaoran, you are so stupid and easy to deceive..."

Mu Nancheng let out a cry of pain, and took a solid elbow from Xiao Ran. He shook his head helplessly while clutching his ribs that hurt from the bump:

"Growing up, you can do it if you disagree with me. You were so caring when you were young. I have a headache and you can't wait to borrow a pair of red underwear from Superman..."

Xiao Ran immediately blushed:

"That's my childhood nonsense!"

Mu Nancheng was "so poor that he had to eat dirt every day", and his body was of course "weak", and he had to "buy medicine to eat" every now and then. The anxious young master made a wish to the moon. If he could meet Superman one day, he must borrow him wearing red underwear, he can fly to country A to visit his good friend!

Mu Nancheng smiled and said:

"Then how do you call it nonsense? That's obviously an expression of true feelings."

Xiao Ran recalled how he was coaxed by this person when he was a child, and he really admired him in his heart. Everyone said that a person with a beautiful appearance can be used as money, and Mr. Mu's mouth also has the same function.

"Since you already knew that I was a young lord, why did you tell me now?"

If Mu Nancheng had known him earlier, they would have been good friends long ago.

Mu Nancheng turned his head down, and the jaw line stretched the muscles on the side of his neck in a hard arc.

Xiao Ran didn't notice the sudden change in Mu Nancheng's mood, he tilted his head and asked with a smile,

"Could it be that Mr. Mu just realized now that he wants to pay me back the money?"

Mu Nancheng was startled, and then his expression was complicated:

"Pay back?"

Xiao Ran raised his head and blinked at him.

The child obviously misunderstood, Mu Nancheng frowned slightly, and explained with difficulty:

"Basically, I think it's a wish-you-will... umm..."

"Ok?"

Mu Nancheng couldn't help laughing, and finally said what was in his heart:

"I cheated the money with my ability, why should I pay it back?"

Xiao Ran pointed at him all of a sudden, angrily and laughing:

"Mr. Mu, you are really..."

"No morals!"

Mu Nancheng lazily answered the second half of the sentence, and stretched out his hand to rub the child into his arms again.

Such a dark and obscure past, if possible, Mu Nancheng would rather hide it for the rest of his life, if he hadn't found out that Xiao Ran's life was extremely negative, he would have kept it for the rest of his life.

For Mu Nancheng, the three words "Little Lord" are not only a beam of light that penetrates the dark life, but also a beam of electricity that beats on his soul day and night.

There are a lot of embarrassment and guilt buried deep in the bone marrow are buried under this title, and it is a painful pain to peel it off.

When Xiao Ran raised his head, he found that Mu Nancheng restrained all his teasing and banter, and there was a certain kind of thick emotion that Xiao Ran could not understand in his deep eyes.

Mu Nancheng spoke softly:

"Look, how miserable Mr. M was at the beginning. His parents didn't love him, he had no money, no friends, no hope. He saved up all the bad things that a person can encounter. If he died early, his Life will always be frozen into a lump of mud, but because he is alive, the mud can bloom again. We never know what will happen in the next second of fate. Sometimes the suffering you think will become a gift instead. What you lose is fate. I will use another way to make up for it, Xiao Ran,"

Mu Nancheng's moist eyes were like amber soaked in water, and the arc of his mouth and his voice were extremely gentle, "Are you right?"

"I……"

Xiao Ran was stunned and couldn't speak.

Mu Nancheng stared at him with clear and deep distress in his eyes.

Xiao Ran lowered his head embarrassingly. He always thought that he was covering up well, but Mu Nancheng saw through him at a glance.

Standing at the entrance of Xiao Ran's house, Mu Nancheng only glanced briefly, and in the dim candlelight, he engraved the situation in the living room into his eyes.

Dim light, messy space, ghost-like people.

Mu Nancheng could imagine that Xiao Ran was alone in that empty living room, like a badly wounded little animal, not daring to whimper or struggle, and could only silently lick/lick the wound.

He cut his soul in half, and one half stayed in the living room of Room [-], fantasizing and desperately guarding the memory of Fu Yuxing; Keeping promises, even... Live a Song Xiaoran that meets the expectations of others.

Mu Nancheng wanted him to win Luohu Bay, so he showed his talents in Ennan. Before he died, Fu Yuxing hoped that he would live a happy life, so he made himself heartless. He wanted Song Shuheng to leave Nanjiang, so he used extreme indifference and Numbness camouflages itself layer by layer.

His every frown, every smile, every sad and angry look seemed to have been precisely measured, no matter whether his eyes were clear or hazy, no image of anyone could be reflected in them.

Xiao Ran is like his own little robot, every line and every expression is programmed.

Only should or should not, no whether he wants to or not.

He regards being alive as a task, as a promise, and even as a tool.

On his thin and thin back, there are layers of gratitude and enmity, love and hatred, dripping blood and bones, and he has always felt that——

It's tiring to live.

Xiao Ran slowly broke free from Mu Nancheng's embrace, there were still a few dishes left in the sink, he turned on the faucet and started washing again, this time he washed slowly and seriously, over and over again, tirelessly.

But his panic was also like the detergent in the sink, the more he stirred it, the more it foamed.

He rinsed the suds-covered dishes under the tap, and the dampness of the water seemed to reach his eyes.

Mu Nancheng threw away the cigarette butt, stood side by side with him, and wiped the dripping plates beside Xiao Ran with a dishcloth one by one. There was a crackling sound.

Mu Nancheng took Xiao Ran's hand out of the sink, rinsed it under the faucet, and then dried it with a soft white cloth. When he did this, his movements were extremely gentle, as if Xiao Ran's hand was some fragile treasure.

The two hands soaked in cold water were cold, but when they were pressed together, they gave birth to an intimate temperature.

Xiao Ran lowered his eyelashes, the slender eyelashes were like a butterfly trapped in a silk net flapping its wings desperately, his clear cheeks were so pale that even every capillary could be clearly seen.

Delicate and fragile, pitiful and stubborn.

Mu Nancheng gently held him in his arms, letting him lean against him, stroking the back of his neck with his warm and strong hands, once and for all.

Moist warmth surged from the thin front of the shirt, bit by bit, penetrating through the fabric and seeping into the heart.

The bright light tubes on the top of the kitchen dragged the figures of the two on the floor, and they were the only ones snuggling together in the small space, just as they were the only ones who depended on each other in the big world.

Mu Nancheng didn't want to pour chicken soup on Xiao Ran, he just wanted to make Xiao Ran stop being so desperate.

He wanted Xiao Ran to know that he felt the same for all his sufferings.

Everything will pass, everything will be fine.

Just like every time he entered the darkest moment of his life, he would meet Xiao Ran and survived from desperation.

Now Xiao Ran has him by his side.

I will spend the rest of my life to accompany you, love you, go to heaven and hell with you.

Xiao Ran didn't hear what Mu Nancheng said in his heart, but when he leaned against Mu Nancheng's chest, he clearly heard a more sonorous sound. It seemed that the river broke through the ice, and the surface of the river in early spring made a loud noise, and thousands of spring waters were surrounded by huge waves. Come rushing.

----

Song house.

"Master, madam, the young master is back!"

Shouts spread from the gate to the living room of the main house. Song Shiming, who was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper, was stunned for a long time before realizing who the servant was calling.

Song Shuheng entered the living room without changing his shoes, he went straight to the sofa and stood still:

"Dad, I'm back."

Song Shiming just learned his destiny this year. As far as a middle-aged man is concerned, he has taken good care of himself. He looks like he is in his prime. He is seven feet tall, his back is straight, and he is in the upper position all the year round. .

Although the three sons of the Song family are all good-looking, none of them has inherited the awe-inspiring aura of Song Shiming.

Song Shuheng can count on one hand the number of times he has returned from abroad for eight years. After the initial surprise, Song Shiming picked up the newspaper again and snorted:

"You still know how to come back."

"Where's Mom?"

"Taking a shower upstairs, I'll come down later."

Song Shuheng sat down on the sofa, and the servant brought him tea. He thanked him and held the teacup in his hands. One of the father and son concentrated on reading the newspaper, and the other concentrated on the pattern on the teacup, and had nothing to say.

A burst of machine guns broke the silence in the living room. Song Shuheng looked over in astonishment, and saw a little boy standing on the stairs on the second floor, holding a toy submachine gun in his hand and slamming it at him.

Song Zichen is only five years old this year, and Song Shuheng can count the number of times he has seen him on two hands, and the two brothers are strangers than strangers.

Song Shiming turned sideways and waved to Song Zichen:

"Chen Chen, come here."

The little boy walked down the stairs slowly with a gun in his hand, and stood beside the sofa. Song Shiming patted his head:

"Call Big Brother."

Song Zichen yelled obediently, and pressed the trigger to play with his gun one after another. Song Shuheng nodded without any expression on his face.

This is his younger brother of the same father and mother, but Song Shuheng didn't feel close at all, he thought of Xiao Ran when he saw this little boy.

However, when he was five years old, he was much prettier, smarter, and caring than Song Zichen. At that time, when Song Shuheng came home from school, Ranran always rolled to his feet like a little ball and hugged his legs, saying "Is my brother okay?" It melted people's hearts.

However, Song Zichen would only point a toy gun at this big brother, and even call him rigid and cold.

At a young age, I don't know why I have a poker face.

"What kind of medicine do you want to get when you return to China this time?"

The atmosphere of silence was broken, and Song Shiming asked questions.

Song Shuheng has been working as Doctors Without Borders. He has returned to China several times to raise medicines. Yuanshan Pharmaceutical, a subsidiary of Yuanshan Group, is the largest pharmaceutical factory in China. The only thing Song Shuheng uses his status and privileges to do is to get medicine from the pharmaceutical factory.

To Song Shiming's surprise, Song Shuheng actually said:

"I won't leave when I come back this time, Dad, look in the distant mountains, is there anything suitable for me to do?"

Song Shiming almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears:

"You're not leaving?"

"Yes, I'm not leaving."

"You want to do something in the distant mountains?"

"Yes."

It is a happy thing for any parent that his son no longer runs around everywhere and is willing to inherit the family business, but Song Shiming squinted his eyes, examining Song Shuheng's face with sharp eyes:

"why?"

Song Shuheng looked directly at Song Shiming without avoiding it:

"I want to stay here and take care of Ranran."

These words undoubtedly stepped on Song Shiming's painful feet, and the patriarch suddenly changed color.

"Father, from the time of Yuxing's illness to his death, it's fine that no one from the Song family came forward, but he was outside alone, have you ever asked him?"

"Why didn't I ask?"

This topic exploded as usual, Song Shiming slammed the newspaper on the sofa next to him, he knew that the eldest son would only come back for the second son, Song Shuheng went abroad for Xiao Ran, studied medicine, and alienated his parents, Now that he wants to come back, of course it will only be for Xiao Ran!

Song Shiming got a headache when he mentioned Xiao Ran,

"I went to see Fu Yuxing as soon as he got sick, but you don't know his temperament? Seeing me is like an enemy! He refused to use the doctors I introduced to him. I'm afraid I took the opportunity to ask Fu Yuxing's." Life!"

Song Shuheng stood up excitedly:

"If he hides from you, you don't care about him. It was like this seven years ago. If you hadn't given up on him, how could he be with Yuxing? It's still the same after seven years. You didn't even notify me this time. If it wasn't for me and I didn't even know Yu Xing was dead when my classmates contacted me!"

Song Shuheng was deeply saddened,

"However, there is no one else around. Have you ever thought about how the Fu family will deal with him? Have you ever thought about how he will live alone?"

Song Shiming waved his hand:

"You don't have to worry about him, everything is fine with him, and the Fu family didn't make things difficult for him..."

Song Shuheng blurted out:

"Why didn't the Fu family make things difficult for him? Do you know that Ranran has fallen into the hands of Mu Nancheng!"

"what?!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and two thunderous exclamations sounded in the living room at the same time, one from Song Shiming and the other from Guan Sufeng.

Guan Sufeng actually walked out of the room when Song Zichen shot the toy gun loudly, but she had been standing by the railing listening to the two father and son downstairs talking without showing up, and she couldn't help but make a sound until now.

"What did you just say?" Song Shiming lowered his face, "Say it again."

Children are the most sensitive to adults' emotions. Song Zichen, who was scurrying around beside the sofa, suddenly calmed down, and timidly looked at his angry father.

Seeing that the host was really angry, the nanny hurriedly took the child away.

Song Shiming stared at Song Shuheng, "Of course it fell into the hands of Mu Nancheng, what do you mean?"

Guan Sufeng also walked down, her face was even uglier than Song Shiming:

"Shuheng, explain what you just said carefully."

Song Shuheng also blurted out in desperation that he didn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble when the news of Xiao Ran and Mu Nancheng's marriage was not made public. Besides, he didn't know that the two had already received their certificates, and he just wanted to find a way to separate them .

He slowly sat down on the sofa:

"I've met Ranran. He was with Mu Nancheng at that time... It seems that there is some cooperation."

Song Shiming and Guan Sufeng quickly exchanged glances, and when they turned to the eldest son, they turned to blame for granted, "Since you saw your younger brother, why didn't you bring him home?"

Song Shuheng mocked:

"Which home to bring back, where is his home?"

Song Shiming luck:

"If you come back just to vent your anger on me, then you'd better go away..."

"Okay, okay," after all, he is his own son, Guan Sufeng hurriedly made peace in the middle, "it's a good thing that Shuheng is back, you father and son don't quarrel over Ranran every time you meet, that kid has a stubborn temper, it's not like you haven't looked for him yet After persuading him, we have fulfilled our responsibilities, at least he is safe now, isn't he? What's more, "

Guan Sufeng said nonchalantly, "He will be 20 soon, and he will definitely serve on the board of directors at that time. Whether you are father and son, or brothers, there are opportunities to meet each other."

These words seemed to remind him of something, Song Shiming stood up abruptly, and went upstairs without saying a word.

There were only mother and child left in the living room, Guan Sufeng sat down beside Song Shuheng:

"Mom just heard from you upstairs that you want to go back to work in the company?"

Song Shuheng sat up straight and nodded.

"Then why don't you come to Yuanshan Pharmaceutical, you are a medical student, and you just come to help mother..."

"I want to join the head office," Song Shuheng didn't even think about it, "It's best to join the board of directors."

Guan Sufeng first stared at her son for a while, then crossed her arms around her chest, leaned back into the sofa, and smiled a little bit:

"You haven't learned management in one day. What can you do when you join a group company? Get into the board of directors? With less than [-]% of the shares in your hand? At that time, I asked you to learn management and enter the company. You and I were almost desperate. Now you want to join the board of directors again as soon as you touch your lips?"

Song Shuheng smiled faintly, his Qingjun face was filled with almost the same sarcasm as Guan Sufeng's, with an extra layer of self-deprecating self-mockery:

"I have you and my father. I am your own son. Now that you are famous and important, my status will naturally rise. I am the young master of the Yuanshan Group. Do I have to start cleaning toilets?"

He shrugged, "I don't care, as long as you and your father don't feel ashamed."

Guan Sufeng was so choked that he almost didn't bring it up:

"You want to join the company to support Song Xiaoran, right? Are you afraid that he will be torn apart by those old things when he joins the board of directors!"

"Yes," Song Shuheng spread his hands, and said calmly, "I'm afraid that he will be bullied, and those people will definitely bully him. Besides me, who else will protect him?"

"Song Shuheng!" Guan Sufeng's face turned extremely ugly, "Do you know whose son you are? Whose blood is in your body! I am your biological mother, and Chen Chen is your biological brother! Song Xiao Ran regards our whole family as enemies now, and you are still shyly sticking to it, do you have any promise?"

"Promising?" Song Shuheng ridiculed, "What does mother think is promising? Take the shares in Ranran's hand, drive him out of the Song family and drive him out of Nanjiang, and take the entire distant mountain into his hands. That's called being promising. This is what mom wants to see the most, right? Just like when you drove away Mama He..."

"Song Shuheng!" Guan Sufeng slapped the armrest of the sofa violently, "Is this the attitude you should talk to your mother? Don't forget your identity!"

"I haven't forgotten about it," Song Shuheng's voice dropped to a whisper, "It's because I always knew my identity that I've been gone for so many years. If it wasn't like this, I certainly wouldn't have experienced so many things... "

"I think you were bewitched by Song Xiaoran!"

"It was you who sent me to the Song family. It was He Qiao who raised me. It was Ranran who followed me and called my brother since I was a child. What do you want me to do? I ignored Ranran for so many years out of concern for your feelings. He didn't There are no other relatives!"

Song Shuheng's eyes were red, he took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed his fists on his knees, "Mom, I am also thinking of you, think about it, you only have two sons, Chen Chen is only five years old, you Who can you count on? You fought so hard to defeat Ranran's mother, everything in the Song family will be returned to Ranran in the end, even if you want to pass it to Chenchen, without me, do you think he can win against Ranran? "

Guan Sufeng seemed to have been slapped hard with a stick, and he was instantly in a state of embarrassment.

She sneered again and again, and nodded again and again:

"Okay, okay! This is my son, this is my own son, for an outsider to threaten me like this, if I agree to you, will you join forces with Song Xiaoran to deal with your brother one day?"

"If you plant melons, you will reap beans." Song Shuheng had no expression on his face, and his voice was as calm as a machine. "Back then, my father brought me into the Song family and asked Mama He to adopt me. It was all preordained."

The author has something to say:

The saved manuscript has been greatly revised, and the pace has actually been sped up. Yesterday, the chapter was edited in a hurry. Later, some transitional paragraphs and descriptions were revised. The content has not changed. If you want to go back and read it, you can go back and read it again.

Xiao Mo is a person who will die if he doesn't change the text, even if it is a sentence, he has to change it countless times.

Once you look at it, you will want to change it again.

This time the rhythm changed, Nima, it's not far away from being overthrown.

These two days are more than 6000 words, which is actually a double update, so you should praise me more!

感谢在2020-05-1611:32:07~2020-05-1709:23:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Xin 8;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!