Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 108 So that's what my cousin called my sister-in-law in private?Sorry, we don't understand the fun
When reading the first few comments, Nan Song felt that it was okay. Even though she did not post this Weibo that was defined by fans as "showing affection" at the time, she was still very happy to read it.

But the more he looked at the back, for some reason, Nan Song obviously realized that he was not very comfortable looking at it.

Why did the painting style suddenly change?
Why did these female netizens suddenly start greedy for Shen Du's body?

That's her husband, not theirs. This idea popped up in Nan Song's mind unconsciously, and even she was taken aback.

No, why did she suddenly start to care about these things?She was clearly not like this before.

It must be my own illusion.

After Nan Song corrected himself in his heart, he picked up his phone and looked at the comments that made him feel uncomfortable.

After half a minute passed, she found that her mood hadn't changed in any way.

At this moment, the taxi arrived, and Nan Song got into the car first and sat in the back seat.

She was a little absent-minded all the way home, it was so fucking weird, why was she feeling uncomfortable?Why is she uncomfortable?What reason does she have to be uncomfortable?

Isn't it just an ass?Isn't it just that a group of female netizens said a few words of praise to Shen Du's ass?What's the trouble with this?
However, the more he thought about it, the more confused Nan Song felt.

After returning home, he took a shower and lay down on the bed. Even though he put on earplugs and an eye mask, he still couldn't fall asleep. Nan Song simply sat up and took his mobile phone to brush it.

When she clicked on the Weibo search page, she happened to see someone on the homepage contributing to that kind of tree hole blogger. This blogger has quite a lot of fans, more than 500 million.

Nan Song casually clicked into the screenshots of the chat records and looked at them. The contributors were all talking about complicated emotional issues, and they talked at length.

In order to distract himself, Nan Song continued to read, and after reading it, he clicked into the comment area to see the suggestions made by netizens to contributors. Seriously give advice.

Some people think that what Nan Song said is quite reasonable, at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind——

She can also contribute to this kind of tree hole blogger!

Anyway, when bloggers send out the chat records of contributors, they will mosaic their avatars. Netizens will not know who you are, and you can get a lot of good suggestions. Wouldn't it be nice?
But after thinking about it, just in case, it's better to switch to a trumpet, which is more secure.

Nan Song quickly re-registered a trumpet. When it was time to set a nickname, Nan Song thought about it and entered nine words: a woman who is more proud than Oreo.

It was not occupied, nice!After thinking about it, this nickname is more in line with my temperament, um.

After the registration was successful, he did what he said, and Nan Song searched for the tree hole blogger he saw just now, clicked on the private message page, and began to type with words in his mind——

[Hello blogger, I have a friend. She and her husband are married in a business relationship without any relationship. She chatted with me these days and said that she had seen other women say that her husband was handsome and she didn’t feel anything. , but recently she finds that she feels a little uncomfortable when she encounters this kind of situation. She finds it very puzzling and wants to know what the reason is. Please help and ask everyone to give her a suggestion. If you choose it, it will be a good horse, thank you ! 】

Nan Song sent this passage, then turned off the phone and went to sleep.
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In the early morning of the next day, Nan Song was woken up by the ding ding dong dong wechat message. In a daze, she fished her mobile phone from the bedside and saw that it was the family group of the Shen family who were chatting in full swing. , the message has accumulated 99+.

Nam Song clicked on the first new message 10 minutes ago and began to read it.

[Shen Wanning: I heard that my cousin's ass is hotly searched? ? ? (Small ears raised.jpg)]

[Shen Zhiyi: You just saw it now?It's been up a long time ago, and the heat hasn't come down yet. 】

The two little girls are both in college, and they spend most of their free time on weekdays, so they usually don't miss any major events worth paying attention to on Weibo, not to mention that the hot searched person this time is their cousin Shen ferry.

In the beginning, only the two girls were chatting in the group, but because the topic was hot enough, more and more people joined in.

An elder who didn't usually play Weibo asked what it meant, so Shen Zhiyi simply went to Nansong Weibo to save the photo of Shen Du and posted it in the group.

Looking at the chats of everyone in the group, Nan Song felt that it could be called Shen Du's large-scale social death scene.

At this time, a little girl cue who was watching the excitement came to Nansong.

[Shen Zhiyi: One thing to say, I really like the way my sister-in-law expresses her love. People who show affection always like to post photos of holding hands, hugging and sticking to their faces. It is the most special, like for the little sister-in-law! (thumbs up.jpg)]

[Shen Wanning: I also think that maybe what my cousin likes is the uniqueness of my little sister-in-law. 】

At this moment, a familiar profile picture appeared in the group——

【Shen Du: Your little Saosao is not unique, it is because you have nothing to do when you are full. 】

Nan Song: "."

【Shen Zhiyi:.】

【Shen Wanning: Cousin, you made a typo.】

Three seconds later, a line of small characters appeared at the bottom of everyone's mobile phone screen——

"Shen Du" withdrew a message.

In the office, Shen Du looked at the screen of the phone solemnly, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Damn, what did he just say?He typed the word Xiao Sao Sao?And she was seen by two little girls, Shen Zhiyi and Shen Wanning?

Shen Du: "."

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows slowly, feeling that he was going to be so angry that he would vomit blood in the next second.

[Shen Zhiyi: So that's what my cousin called my little cousin in private?Sorry, we are out of touch. 】

[Shen Du: Shen Zhiyi, Shen Wanning, you two little brats, do you know what fun is?Believe it or not, I will sue your parents?Or do you two not want the lucky money I gave you during the Spring Festival this year? 】

It is almost mid-January now, and the Spring Festival is only one month away. It is not a trivial matter that the thick red envelopes suddenly disappear.

[Shen Zhiyi: Cousin, I was wrong, I'm going to study and study, make progress every day, goodbye. (Cute.jpg)]

[Shen Wanning: +10086. (Cute.jpg)]

At the same time, in the living room of the Shen family's old house, Ye Lan, who was eating fruit and watching the chat records in the group, had a very complicated expression on his face.

"I think your son is letting himself go more and more now."

(End of this chapter)