Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 10 Young people still need to talk about martial arts
Shen Du's eyes were a little cold, and there was no trace of warmth in his tone, and every word and every sentence hit Nan Song's heart forcefully.

Nan Songqiang sneered despite the embarrassment of being punctured by his acting skills: "This is what I said, as if you are the savior."

After saying this, she turned around and left the study.

Back in the bedroom, thinking of Shen Du's attitude just now, Nan Song was a little annoyed, took his phone and sent Zhou Shuwei a WeChat message.

[Shen Du, a doggy man, seems to disagree with his life and death to divorce, I'm so fucking good at acting! ! ! 】

Zhou Shuwei replied in seconds.

【? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

A long string of question marks, like bean sprouts, made Nan Song quite anxious.

【Can't read Chinese? You? 】

Zhou Shuwei: [I can understand Chinese, but I just can't understand you. Why do you want to divorce Shen Du all of a sudden? 】

[It wasn't sudden, I've thought about it for a long time. 】

Zhou Shuwei: [A man like Shen Du, do you know how many women want to get into his arms?Are you still here looking not unusual?Wow, you woman really don't know good from bad. 】

Seeing that Zhou Shuwei didn't help her, Nan Song became angry.

【Give him to you, do you want it? 】

Zhou Shuwei threw three words.

[Sorry. 】

【Let me tell you, apart from being better at bedtime, Shen Du has no advantage in his whole body, but so what?Isn't there such a big handful of fresh meat outside, more fragrant than him?Giving up an entire forest for a crooked-neck tree?Am I stupid? 】

Nan Song was upset, so he threw the phone at the end of the bed and went downstairs to pour water after saying these words without locking the screen, out of sight and out of mind.

Two minutes later, Shen Du pushed open the bedroom door, and saw the lighted mobile phone at the end of the bed at a glance, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the door, there was no one, so he walked towards the end of the bed.

Ten seconds later, Shen Du's face turned livid, and he flipped his wrist and threw the phone further away.

After a while, Nan Song returned to the bedroom.

"Damn it, where's my cell phone? I put it here just now."

After searching for a long time, he found it in the corner of the carpet by the window. Nan Song frowned slightly and glanced at the person on the bed. Shen Du was lying on his back quietly, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Crack." She turned off the bedside light.

After a long time, a man's low voice sounded in the darkness, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"When young people come out to walk the rivers and lakes, they still have to talk about martial arts."

Nan Song was drowsy and drowsy, so he didn't hear this sentence at all, he mumbled a bit, turned over and fell asleep.

Shen Du: "."

Before the official divorce, she was already thinking about Xiao Xianrou. How much did she think he liked wearing a cuckold?The more I think about it, the more I feel angry.

She thinks the little fresh meat outside is more fragrant than him, right?I don't want to give up the whole forest for his crooked neck—no, for his handsome tree, right?

Then he just won't let her get what she wants. He is so determined not to leave this marriage.
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In the lobby on the first floor of the spacious and bright office building, white-collar workers after their lunch break walked towards the elevator in small groups with paper cups of coffee.

Since he just returned to China, the company has a lot of things waiting for Nan Song to deal with.

During this period of time, she could almost be said to be too busy to touch the ground, so she naturally forgot about Shen Du's delay in signing the divorce agreement.

After the third meeting in a row, Nan Song was so tired that he lost his temper. He kicked off his high heels and sat on a chair and poured three glasses of water, and then he gradually recovered.

This summer in Yuncheng is much more aggressive than previous years. The temperature has reached the highest level ever. The midday wind blows gusts of heat, but the air-conditioned office is cool.

Nan Song stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the city under his feet under the scorching sun. The gray-blue glass on the outer layer of the building reflected strong light.

There is a huge electronic display screen on the top floor of the shopping mall diagonally opposite, and the beautifully designed advertisement pages are playing in a loop. Nan Song's gaze falls on the four words "Golden Autumn September" in the slogan.

After September, it is October.

She turned her head and glanced in the direction of the desk, where there was a desk calendar.

The top page had been turned to October by her, and the number "13" was circled by her with a black marker, which was very eye-catching on the white page.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Nan Song had just finished his work when he received a call from Zhou Shuwei.

"Hey."

"Lu Huaichuan has returned to China." The person on the other end of the phone slammed his face.

Nan Song paused holding the pen: "Who?"

"Lu Huaichuan."

"Why are you telling me this? I haven't been in touch with him for a long time." Nan Song's voice was flat.

"Tsk tsk, little Songsong, the visitor is not kind."

Listening to Zhou Shuwei's yin and yang strangeness, Nan Song frowned slightly: "You talk to me carefully, what's going on?"

"Didn't read Weibo hot searches?"

"I'm so busy that I'm going to lose my head. I don't have time to surf the Internet."

"Then go and see for yourself, the discussion on the front page is in full swing right now!"

During the half-year stay in Los Angeles, Nansong turned off all social platforms. The only way to communicate with people is to call and send text messages. He hasn’t been on Weibo for a long time, and his account has been automatically logged out.

As soon as it showed that the login was successful, the message prompts rang one after another, making Nan Song's hands numb.

Her Weibo ID is very simple, it is her real name, no authentication and no profile.

There are too many little red dots in the private message column, Nan Song didn't bother to look at it, so he clicked directly into the trending search, and the first entry has already exploded——

#Lu Huaichuan claims that returning to China to develop is related to the old man#
Nan Song went in with a blank expression. The first content was a video. In the video, Lu Huaichuan, who was wearing a black windbreaker, was being interviewed.

Reporter: "Why did Mr. Lu suddenly decide to return to China for development? It is understood that you have developed very well in Singapore."

In the video, Lu Huaichuan had a clear face, with a polite smile on his lips.

"The main reason for returning to China this time is not because of career, but because I have to deal with some personal matters with my old friend."

Among the reporters, some bold ones chose to directly ask: "Mr. Lu, may I ask if the old person you are talking about is Miss Nan Song, the wife of the current CEO of Yunyi Group?"

Hearing the word Nansong, the smile in the corners of Lu Huaichuan's eyes remained undiminished, and he pursed his thin lips tightly and did not answer the question.

Journalists are always human beings, and Lu Huaichuan's ambiguous attitude of not answering questions directly gave them a chance.

Less than half an hour after the interview, there were overwhelming speculations on the Internet.

The most heated discussion was, of course, to verify whether the "old man" that Lu Huaichuan spoke of was really Nan Song.

As we all know, some netizens are a kind of existence that can even pick up information about the [-]th generation of your ancestors. Nansong's Weibo comment area quickly fell.

She looked coldly at the netizens' discussions about her in the hot search comment area, and found that some indiscriminate people had started to abuse her, mainly Lu Huaichuan's idiot fans.

(End of this chapter)