Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 106 Nan Song, what happened to the photo of my butt that you posted on Weibo?

Nan Song frowned, expressing his confusion: "What kind of logic are you talking about?"

Shen Du pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes were gloomy.

Nan Song looked at him, and without knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly said: "I still like men who are a few years older than me."

Her words were a little ambiguous, Shen Du raised his brows slightly, as if he was trying to figure out what she meant by these words.

After thinking for two seconds, Shen Du said, "So what you said means that you like it?"

Nan Song saw that his mobile phone screen kept playing WeChat messages, and his attention was already attracted, so he didn't hear his words at all.

"Who are you chatting with so much?"

Shen Du was forced to cut off his words, his eyes stayed on her face for two seconds, and then fell on his mobile phone screen: "With the three of them."

No need to ask the names, Nan Song also knows who the three of them are.

"How many big men can chat so vigorously?"

"Want to know what we're talking about? I can show you."

Anyway, the veal steak is very full, and now I can't go upstairs to wash and sleep, Nan Song stretched out his hand in front of Shen Du.

"Okay, show me."

Shen Du slid the chat record to the beginning of the key point, then put the phone in her hand generously, Nan Song took it over and read it.

And Shen Du, who was sitting opposite, admired her ever-changing expression with a calm posture.

Five seconds later, Nan Song: "Ah this...?"

Ten seconds later: "Fuck???"

After 20 seconds: "Is this a person doing something? You can't tell it at all!"

After 30 seconds: "Tsk tsk, poor rich female stars."

40 seconds later—

Nan Song handed the phone back to Shen Du, with a shattered expression on his face: "Cat, is the human heart so sinister?"

Shen Du sneered, with the appearance of a big boss hiding his achievements and fame: "You, you are still too simple."

Regarding his attitude of treating himself as a little white rabbit, Nan Song was not very happy, and raised his eyebrows: "Listen to what you mean, do you know a lot?"

"Not too much, I can only say that I know a little bit better than you."

That Min Dong felt a little weird from the first time he saw it, but Shen Du didn't have any other feelings at that time, so he didn't speculate further.

Thinking about it now, maybe the weird feeling in his heart at that time could be attributed to his intuition?

Shen Du looked at Nan Song and said, "I'm suddenly curious about a question."

"what?"

"Isn't it said that you women are more sensitive than men in identifying which is straight and which is crooked? But why is your reaction so slow?"

Nan Song thought for a second, and replied: "I'm not a rotten girl, so my perception in this area is naturally not that strong, and didn't it mean that you men know men best? Why didn't you notice it?"

Shen Du was serious: "I noticed it, but it's not obvious."

Nan Song snorted lightly, disapproving.

Recalling the chat records he saw just now, Nan Song frowned slightly: "So the reason why Min Dong said he likes me is because he regards me as one of his targets?"

Shen Du nodded: "Yes."

Seeing that Nan Song didn't speak, he added another sentence: "I didn't expect it. It was so hard to find someone who likes you, but he turned out to be a liar. They like men."

Nan Song glanced over with a dissatisfied look: "What is hard work? There are so many people who like me, do you think I am like you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Du humbly asked for advice.

Nan Song looked at Shen Du with slightly critical eyes.

"You, 24 of 23 hours a day, have a cold face, as if someone owes you 500 million. Who would dare to approach an iceberg man like you?"

After hearing her words, Shen Du's train of thought suddenly went awry for some unknown reason: "Which hour did I not have a cold face?"

Without thinking, Nan Song blurted out: "When you were with me."

Shen Du: "."

"I really don't understand your brain circuit."

Shen Du is not interested in talking with her on such colorful topics.

"If someone owes me 500 million, I will have a cold face. Are you insulting me? 500 million is not even a sprinkle of water to me. I still need to have a cold face?"

Nan Song: "???"

"I really don't understand your brain circuit. Do you want to be so arrogant? How rich is it?"

Shen Du raised his eyebrows lightly: "Sorry, being rich is great."

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Nan Song had accumulated some resources during his more than one year stay in the entertainment industry. Even though he was very low-key and did not make any big noise when he came back, some directors in the circle still knew about Nan Song's comeback.

In addition, during the filming of "Rose Cheongsam", some Reuters photos were circulated, and Nan Song's appearance and figure belonged to the type that can be played, so in a short period of time, he gained a lot of fans and passers-by on Weibo. praise.

As a result, the number of her weibo fans has skyrocketed, and the number of private messages and comments every day is also full.

Some well-known or some unknown young directors in the circle have sent her olive branches.

Nan Song stayed at home these few days and was busy reading the script, hardly going out, and didn't know what happened on Weibo.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Song received a call from Shen Du, and just pressed the answer button, a man's voice came from the other end of the phone with a not particularly nice tone.

"Nan Song, did you do it on purpose?"

The short six words made Nan Song confused.

"What's wrong with me?"

The conference room on the 24th floor of Yunyi Group.

The extra-long black conference table was full of people, surrounded by a whole circle. Even during the intermission, no one dared to chat under the president's nose.

Everyone was holding a paper document in their hands, and they were discussing the bidding plan seriously in whispers.

In front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, Shen Du with his mobile phone turned his back to everyone, only Chen Ming, who was always paying attention to his boss's movements, and the face reflected from the glass could see——

The boss should be in a bad mood at this moment, and he is the only one present who knows the reason.

"Weibo, that photo you posted!"

Shen Du lowered his voice a bit, after all there are so many subordinates in the conference room.

But the problem is that the meeting room was originally a very quiet space, and everyone kept their voices very low when communicating in private because of the majesty of the boss, so almost everyone heard Shen Du's words on the phone. Clearly.

Someone turned their inquiring eyes on the calm Chen Zhu, but only got a "shh" gesture from the latter.

Then everyone understood that the president must have quarreled with the wife at home.

(End of this chapter)