Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 1 Sisters are noble, men are not worthy

The plane skimmed through layers of thin clouds, reflecting a hazy feeling on the lights of the city below.

The flight took off from Los Angeles fourteen hours ago, and arrived in Cloud City in three and ten minutes.

The cabin is silent, only the occasional sound of pages being turned from the back row, which makes people feel at ease in the dark.

At a certain moment, a short syllable full of anger and panic suddenly sounded in the cabin——

"Grass!" (a plant)
Nan Song's body shook violently on the seat, and he woke up instantly.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from her smooth forehead, she panted slightly, and after a few seconds of calming down, her brain finally woke up gradually from the panic.

Nan Song took a deep breath, and raised his hand to take off the dark green silk blindfold on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two or three strange and puzzled eyes sweeping towards him.

She didn't take it seriously, and raised her hand to brush her long hair indifferently, and took a sip of water from the glass next to her, revealing a sense of calm elegance between her gestures and gestures.

It seemed that the strange cry that broke the silence in the cabin just now was not made by her.

How could you dream of that dog man?

I really saw a ghost, Nan Song complained silently in his heart.

This trip to Los Angeles ended with this nightmare on the return plane.

Yes, as long as there are dreams of Shen Du's existence, no matter whether the content is good or bad, Nan Song will classify them all as nightmares.

After all, this perennial figure——

Not to mention the figure, a man who can't even see a hair, occasionally appearing in her dreams will give her a sense of terror as a fake corpse.

Now that she is old, she can't stand this kind of stimulation.

What's more, the dream just now can definitely bear the title of nightmare——

She dreamed that that bastard Shen Du was going to dig out her heart and take out her kidneys, saying that he wanted to replace his nonsense Bai Yueguang. In the dream, she was so angry that she directly picked up the thing and dug up the Shen family's ancestral grave.

An hour later, Nan Song set foot on the land of Yuncheng. At this time, it was just the beginning of the lights, and the bustling streets were bustling and brightly lit.

"Ding dong!"

A message came in on WeChat, Nan Song clicked on the voice.

【"Waiting? Where are you, Xiao Songsong?"】

Zhou Shuwei's artificial calling came from the mobile phone, mixed with the voices of some men and women, which sounded quite lively.

Nan Song dragged the suitcase with his left hand, and pressed the voice button with his right hand: "In 3 minutes, we will arrive after the traffic lights."

The green light stopped, and Nan Song walked towards the opposite side of the road. The black high-heeled shoes made a series of crisp and clear sounds on the ground.

It had just rained in Yuncheng, and there was a layer of comforting coolness in the air.

Nan Song's beauty has an indescribable coolness, and she is already tall, so as long as there is no expression on her face, it is easy to give birth to the meaning of "don't get close to strangers".

Although her figure is slender, she is not ambiguous at all where she should have flesh.

Zhou Shuwei often said that the flesh on her body was very obedient as if she had been bewitched, referring to where it grew.

A black suspender dress outlined Nan Song's figure exquisitely, and her fair skin was glowed softly by the neon lights at night.

Coupled with the blessing of exquisite facial features, this appearance attracted the attention of passers-by.

As soon as Nan Song arrived at the door of "Dele Life", a young waiter hurried up to greet him.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Nan Song?" The waiter's standard professional smile revealed a trace of politeness and respect.

"Ah."

"Sister Wei asked me to wait for you here, and I will take you in first." After speaking, he took the suitcase in Nan Song's hand.

The men and women on the dance floor shook their heads and danced close to each other. In the space where the lights flickered wildly, deafening sound waves covered layer by layer.

Seeing him looking at Yan Sheng, Nan Song asked, "I haven't seen you much before, you're new here?"

The waiter smiled politely: "I'm not new here, I started in mid-February."

Isn't mid-February the time when she goes to Los Angeles?
It's the beginning of August now, half a year, I didn't expect that she has been away for so long, and the waiters at Zhou Shuwei's bar have changed their staff.

Nan Song nodded thoughtfully, and the two walked to the door of a box.

"It's here. Sister Wei and the others are all inside. I'll store the suitcase there for you first. I wish Miss Nan a good time tonight."

Ah, sure enough, a familiar place can give people a sense of peace of mind, Nan Song sighed silently in his heart.

She smiled politely: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The air-conditioning in the box was fully turned on. The moment the door was opened, the coolness invaded every inch of Nan Song's skin, and even his mind became much clearer.

The light in the box was a bit dim, and before she could see the scene in front of her clearly, she heard a loud bang.

Several small colored salutes that looked stupid and cute exploded in front of her in an instant, and colorful small petals fell all over Nan Song's head and body.

In the next second, Zhou Shuwei's angry voice sounded: "Brothers and sisters, practice for me—"

"Sisters form a team, double the happiness! Sisters are noble, men are unworthy! Welcome back Fairy Songsong!"

Nan Song: "."

Everyone's voices were neat and tidy, as if they were shouting slogans in military training. As soon as they finished speaking, a bouquet of bubble roses with dewdrops came to Nan Song.

"Xiao Songsong, welcome home."

"Clap!"

The light in the box was turned on. There were a dozen people present, and half of them were familiar faces. Nan Song glanced around as a greeting.

In her heart, she carefully savored the welcome words of the sand sculptures just now, and Zhou Shuwei's greasy tone of voice, and looked at Zhou Shuwei with eyes as if she was mentally retarded.

"Where did this come from? In the past six months, you took advantage of my absence to be the host of a village wedding celebration?"

Zhou Shuwei rolled her eyes, motioned Nan Song to pick up the flowers, and turned her head to greet everyone.

"Thank you everyone for cooperating with me in organizing this small welcome party for Ms. Nan Song tonight. All consumption is free tonight, and you can make whatever you want!"

There was an instant burst of cheers in the box.

"Thank you, Miss Wei!"

Nan Song clicked his tongue lightly: "No way, in order to welcome me, such a big deal?"

The two sat down on the sofa, and Zhou Shuwei glanced at Nan Song with meaningful eyes, but she didn't say anything after all.

But it's a coincidence that the more people like this, the more people will not open which pot and carry which pot.

"Then what can I do? Sister Song, you left Yuncheng with a whole body of emotional injuries, and now you've come back with great difficulty. Why don't we, Sister Wei, make you happier?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Song's expression changed, and he glanced at the face of the speaker, who immediately fell silent.

"Why am I emotionally hurt? Tell me?"

Zhou Shuwei listened to Nan Song's tone a bit colder, and slapped the little yellow hair on the back who didn't open the door: "Go, go, drink your wine!"

"Got it!"

Little Huang Mao was afraid that Nan Song would get angry at him, so he slipped away quickly.

(End of this chapter)