Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 11 Double Kill!

[Huai Chuan Chuan: Miss Nan, why are you here again?People are not popular, but they love to rub. (smile.jpg)]

[eat eight meals a day: Our eldest brother is busy preparing for a concert tour, so he won't make an appointment. (Goodbye.jpg)]

Nan Song's beautiful face was blackened into a lump of charcoal. May I ask if the thing on these people's necks is a gas tank?
Didn't you see that it's the old lady of your idol who cue first?
"A bunch of idiots." She couldn't help but curse.

At the same time, the president's office on the 24th floor of Yunyi Group.

"Mr. Shen, Lu Huaichuan has returned to China."

Shen Du stared at the plan in his hand seriously, his face was as cold as ice when he was interrupted by such a sentence, he looked up at Chen Mingyu.

"What does his return to China have to do with me? Does he need me to pick him up at the airport?"

Chen Mingyu: "."

Does he think his life is too long to bring up this topic?Chen Ming and trembled out of the CEO's office.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Du put down the document in his hand, and quickly clicked into Weibo.

Two minutes later, Shen Du quit Weibo cursing.

An old friend?

Listen, such ambiguous and coquettish words, did not wait for a bunch of fresh meat, but waited for Lu Huaichuan first?

For some reason, Shen Du instantly felt a bit chilly on the top of his head, as if a spring breeze had blown by.-
Recently, due to the many things in the company, Nan Song didn't pay much attention to the diet of three meals a day, and his stomach had a little trouble.

After dealing with the company's affairs that day, he went back to the Feili mansion early, and went into the kitchen to make porridge for himself.

"Red dates, millet, and some lotus seeds. Well, it should be almost there."

Nan Song was chanting while putting ingredients into the porridge casserole, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from the entrance, the spoon in his hand shook in fright, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

The Feili mansion is their wedding room, but Nan Song has lived here almost all the time since they got married, so she really hasn't gotten used to the sound of the door opening.

Nan Song frowned and looked at Shen Du who came in, walked to the living room and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was 05:30 in the afternoon.

"Why did you come back?"

The tone is not very cool.

Not for anything else, just for this time, 05:30 in the afternoon, since getting married, this man has never appeared at home so early.

For a moment, Nan Song even thought he saw a handsome ghost.

Shen Du changed his shoes expressionlessly, loosened his tie, and walked slowly in front of Nan Song.

"This is my home too, I can't come back?"

How cold and hard the tone is.

Nan Song frowned slightly, is this person sick?She didn't mess with him, so what's the point of talking so gunpowder?
She didn't talk speculatively, and she had an upset stomach, so she simply didn't bother with him, and turned to the kitchen to watch the fire.

Shen Du stood there for a while, then followed Nan Song into the kitchen, and glanced at the small casserole that was bubbling and steaming.

It looks pretty decent.

"Are you cooking?"

Nan Song didn't bother to correct him that he was cooking porridge, so he squeezed out an "um" from his nasal cavity, and didn't say any more.

Shen Du crossed his hands in front of his chest, leaned against the door frame, stared at the small casserole and touched the tip of his nose.

"Tsk, speaking of it, I'm a little hungry too."

Nan Song turned his head and looked at him smiling very gently.

"hungry?"

Seeing her smile, Shen Du squeezed out a gentle smile.

"Ah."

"You eat shit."

Shen Du: "."

Nan Song turned around and continued to stir the porridge in the small casserole with a wooden spoon at a constant speed. She actually doesn't know how to cook, and she has never been in the kitchen a few times. Cooking this porridge is what she learned from the tutorial just now.

Shen Du looked at Nan Song's slender back showing an arrogance, remembered how he was choked by her just now, felt depressed and had nowhere to vent, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of soda water, turned around and left.

When Nan Song served the porridge to the dining table, there was no one in the living room. She sneered, took the ipad and opened "Wulin Biography", and watched it while eating.

I fed a spoonful into my mouth, well, it tastes good.

"Crack!"

Nan Song took a photo and sent it to Zhou Shuwei.

[I personally cook porridge for nourishing the stomach, to open your eyes. 】

Zhou Shuwei will be back soon——

【Baby, are you sure what you boiled is porridge, not shit? 】

"."

[Delete each other. (smile.jpg)]

Thinking of the last sentence he said to Shen Du just now, Nan Song lost his appetite in an instant.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened, and Shen Du, who was wearing home clothes, came out. When passing by the dining table, he glanced at the bowl in front of Nan Song, with a hint of doubt in his expression.

"Excuse me, are you eating shit?"

Double Kill!

".None of your business!!!" Nan Song broke out completely.

After pulling back, the smile on the corner of Shen Du's mouth was very wild, and he turned and went into the kitchen.

Nan Song looked down at what could be called food in the bowl, thinking about whether to order a takeaway, after all, she was really starving to death now.

"Are there any shrimps and steaks in the refrigerator?" Shen Du asked in the kitchen.

Nan Song ignored him and opened the Meituan takeaway.

He didn't hear the answer, it was the expected result of Shen Du, he opened the refrigerator, and sure enough, there were only a few pieces of filet mignon stored in the freezer section, and the fresh-keeping section was empty.

"Go out and buy some shrimp and eggs and come back."

Shrimp?egg?These two things sound like a bit fragrant
Nan Song's eyes shifted from the phone screen, looking at Shen Du with a haughty face.

"What do you want shrimp and eggs for?"

"Cook."

Nan Song:? ? ?
"can you cook?"

"You can cook porridge, what can I not cook?"

Nan Song felt his yin and yang strangeness: "."

Shen Du frowned: "Are you going or not?"

Before swallowing the bad breath about "eating shit" just now, Nan Song spit out two words coldly: "No."

"Are you really not going?" Shen Du asked again.

Listening to his tone, she was completely rebellious.

"Yes, not going."

Shen Du nodded his head slowly, with an expression of "You have the guts".

"Okay, if you don't go, I will."

After saying this, Shen Du threw the apron in his hand on the chair, turned around and went out the door.

Nan Song turned his head to look at the back of him leaving gracefully: "?"

Which muscle did Shen Gou get wrong today?Why does it look like the brain is not normal?
After 15 minutes, Shen Du came back with a big bag of ingredients.

Nan Song had already run to the sofa to watch a drama with his ipad in his arms, when he heard Shen Du go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator to put things in, and then started chopping vegetables again.

Listening to this crisp and coherent voice, the knife skills seem to be pretty good.

But Nan Song ignored it. Anyway, his takeaway would arrive in 10 minutes anyway. Fresh mushroom and scallop porridge, served with two side dishes, just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

A woman must have what she wants, and she must have fucking porridge today, even if she didn't cook it herself.

After a while, Nan Song smelled the aroma from the kitchen, which was the smell of rosemary being fried in butter.

　Thank you [Light Blue and Elegant] for the recommendation ticket!
　　Thank you for the red beans of [Fatty eat less, Y0727, He Yunchen's girlfriend who is on the run, I want the moon to come for me M, KZIPOK]!

　　Thanks to [He Yunchen's fugitive girlfriend] for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)