Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 104 When you post a Weibo, just write: Thank you husband for making me the pan-fried veal steak, okay?

Nan Song's hand was embarrassingly stiff in the air, she looked at Shen Du and blinked, and there was a trace of tenderness in her eyes: "Is it true that you won't give me a piece?"

After speaking, her lips, which were painted with cherry-colored lip glaze, pouted slightly, with a little sparkle of pearl shining on them.

With a cast of winking eyes and a bite of her lips, Shen Du looked at her with pity for me, and there was such a trace of compassion in his heart.

Shen Du's gaze was a little thoughtful, and he stayed on Nan Song's face for a few seconds before he said, "You can eat if you want, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Nan Song asked immediately.

If it was normal, she would subconsciously be very vigilant about Shen Du's words, but now she is really hungry and has no energy to be vigilant.

"Send the photo you secretly took of me just now on Weibo."

Nan Song fell silent, seeing that Shen Du's serious and serious expression didn't look like he was joking, and after thinking for two seconds, he tentatively asked, "Are you sure?"

"You don't want to?" Shen Du frowned, looking a little displeased.

Nan Song: "It's not that I don't want to, I just want to make sure you're serious."

Shen Du looked into her eyes, and almost spit out four words one by one——

"I'm serious."

The boy who talked to Nan Song in the bathroom tonight said clearly that he was in a bad mood.

Shen Du was thinking, is it because he seldom declares his sovereignty outside?That's why those crooked people feel that they have a chance to miss his wife?

That being the case, this Weibo must be posted by Nan Song himself.

Didn't she secretly take a picture of herself making veal steak in the kitchen just now?
That's just right, send it out to let those crooked melons and cracked dates outside have a look, he, Shen Du, the dignified CEO of Yunyi Group, is the one who is willing to wash his hands and make soup for his wife.

Seeing that he was so serious, Nan Song agreed, "Okay, then I will send one as you wish."

After finishing speaking, he reached for the mobile phone on the table. At this time, Shen Du said again: "It needs to be matched with the copy I gave you."

Nan Song: ".? You also want to arrange the copywriting?"

Shen Du nodded coldly: "Yes."

"."

Nan Song thought for a second and agreed. Anyway, it’s not a handsome or good-looking photo, so he just posted it casually. At most, he will delete it after a few days when he is not paying attention. Your own Weibo, right?

But of course, you can't tell him what's in your heart. Nan Song made up a nonsense reason: "Okay, for the sake of making me a pan-fried veal steak tonight, I'll let you arrange it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he tapped his mobile phone to the Weibo page and handed it to Shen Du: "Here, you edit the copywriting."

"No, I dictate, you type."

Shen Du crossed his hands in front of his chest, with a cold expression on his face, as if he was instructing his subordinates what to do.

Nan Song: "Okay, tell me."

"Thanks to my dear husband for cooking the pan-fried veal steak for me, okay?"

"."

Nan Song listened to his words, but her thumb hanging above the phone screen couldn't type anymore. She raised her eyes and looked at Shen Du with puzzled eyes.

"You, seriously?"

"Ah."

"On this Weibo, do I have to say that?" Nan Song confirmed again.

Shen Du nodded solemnly: "Yes."

The voice fell, and he added: "Don't forget to add a little heart."

Little heart?Do you want to add a little heart?

Nan Song imagined in his mind the picture after the copywriting was typed out, and felt that the overnight meal in his stomach was about to be spit out.

After hesitating for two seconds, no, no, this is really incompetent.

"It's too boring, or forget it, and you can change another copywriting."

"No change, just this."

Looking at Shen Du who was so resolute as if ten cows couldn't pull him back, Nan Song decided to use his emotions to make sense. She first put the phone screen down on the table, and looked at Shen Du with tender eyes.

"Honey, that's the truth, listen to me first—"

"I don't listen to reason."

Nan Song:? ? ?
Why is this person rebellious tonight?

"Are you going to post it or not?" There was a hint of impatience in Shen Du's tone.

Nan Song recalled the copywriting he said just now in his heart, and felt that he really couldn't say it, oh no, he couldn't do it.

What's more, it's Weibo, a public social platform that is too open to be opened any more. Once she posts it, everyone she knows and doesn't know will see it all?

Just thinking about it is so embarrassing to grab a villa directly with your toes on the ground.

"It's like this. It's the same thing for the two of us to act in front of outsiders. After all, we have to do it because we have no choice. But for things like Weibo, the copywriting can be arranged by ourselves. I don't think there is any need to continue it." The sweet and greasy style we used to act in outside, just be normal, what do you think?"

After Shen Du listened, he didn't speak, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly to drag the plate of delicious pan-fried veal steak towards him.

Looking at the veal steak that was half a meter away from him in an instant, Nan Song: "."

Damn it, why do dog men love to threaten people so much?

Shen Du looked at Nan Song, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: If you don't post it, then don't eat it.

"Grumbling."

Coincidentally, Nan Song's stomach groaned twice at this time, and there was a hint of embarrassment in the air for an instant.

She looked at the veal steak, took a deep breath, and her tragic expression showed a gesture of generosity: "Okay, just follow your hair."

After speaking, he forked the veal steak with the fork, and the plate was moved back a little by Shen Du.

"You send it before you eat it. After all, it's very likely that you won't accept it after eating it."

Nan Song: "."

He has a thorough understanding of her psychological activities, huh? ? ?
Nan Song picked up the phone, typed out the sentence Shen Du dictated just now, added the photo he took, and clicked send.

"Okay, I'm posting."

After finishing speaking, he added: "If you don't believe me, you can click on my homepage and have a look."

Shen Du calmly pushed the veal steak forward: "No need."

When she posted it just now, he saw it all, text plus pictures, a lot, he was very satisfied.

Nan Song didn't worry too much about this issue, and started to feast on it. It's really not easy to eat the veal steak made by this dog man!

While eating, Shen Du seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Nan Song and said, "What's the name of the kid who likes you?"

Nan Song didn't respond for a while: "Who?"

"Just the one by the bathroom door at night."

"Oh, his name is Min Dong."

(End of this chapter)