Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 110 So you mean, you're jealous that your husband has a nice ass?

Nan Song suddenly remembered that he had contributed to the blogger in the tree hole, so he clicked on Weibo and switched to his own account. Sure enough, he saw that the manuscript he had contributed had been posted by the blogger, and there were already hundreds of comments.

She clicked on it, and saw that the first hot comment with the most likes only had four simple words: Make friends out of nothing.

Nan Song: "."

She watched the comments patiently all the way down for about 2 minutes, her brows were deeply furrowed and she fell into deep thought.

Leaving aside the content of shaking wit and joking, there are actually quite a few people who answer the questions seriously. Nan Song summed up the answers of those netizens in his mind, and found that thousands of words can be combined into a very understandable sentence——

Not surprisingly, your friend should have fallen in love with her husband.

For many things in life, once you accept this setting, that idea will linger in your mind for a long time and will not disappear.

For example, at this moment, Nan Song regretted that she had contributed to this tree hole blogger. Now it seems that she is simply looking for trouble for nothing.

She likes Shen Du?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Even if the sow learns to climb trees, she can't possibly like Shen Du.

Even if there is only Shen Du's last man left in the world, it is impossible for her to like Shen Du.

In the end, Nan Song withdrew from the comment section of that Weibo post, and deleted the record of private messages between himself and the blogger with disdain.

Nonsense, all nonsense.
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One week later, at [-]:[-] p.m., PRUM Steak and Oyster Restaurant on West Huaihai Road.

Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei sat opposite each other by the window where they could see the night view, and each of them tasted the wine in their glasses.

Because he hadn't had a drink for a long time, and because he ate at the restaurant he had always wanted to come to tonight, Nan Song was so happy that he drank a little more, and now he is faintly over the top.

"Then can you explain why you are unhappy?"

When Nan Song told Zhou Shuwei what the netizens said as a joke, Zhou Shuwei asked her the soul torture above.

Nan Song was still for two seconds, and after careful consideration, he solemnly uttered two words——

"envy."

"."

Zhou Shuwei thought that there was something wrong with her ears, so she moved closer to her: "What did you say? Say it again?"

Nan Song remained calm.

"I say jealous, I'm unhappy because of jealousy."

".What are you jealous of?"

Zhou Shuwei's eyes were full of doubts, she really couldn't understand.

"I'm jealous of those netizens who praise Shen Du's butt but not mine."

Zhou Shuwei blinked her eyes, stared at Nan Song for three seconds, and then said slowly: "Song Song, are you out of your mind? Or are you drinking too much?"

Nan Song forked a piece of char-grilled Angus ribeye steak in front of him into his mouth, and tasted it slowly for a while before opening his mouth.

"No problem, it's like this. I thought about it very seriously. It is definitely impossible for me to like Shen Du. I know my own feelings very well. After all, everyone knows themselves best. At present, I have no feelings for him. Not even the slightest bit tempted.

That being the case, why do I feel uncomfortable?There is another explanation for this feeling besides being jealous, and that is jealousy. "

Zhou Shuwei carefully understood her logic, and said, "So you mean, you are jealous that your husband has a good-looking butt???"

Nan Song paused slightly while holding the fork, and said thoughtfully: "Although this statement sounds a bit weird, it is indeed the truth."

"But you have no reason to be jealous of your own husband!"

Before Zhou Shuwei's words fell, Nan Song raised his hand to stop her words——

"No, no, no, you have never experienced a mad commercial marriage. You don't understand. If two couples who fell in love and entered into marriage normally, it would make sense to say that they would not be jealous of each other. After all, they have true feelings. put it there.

But for a plastic couple like Shen Du and me, it's almost impossible, and you've known me for so many years, it's not like you don't know how strong my self-esteem is, so I have to compare with Shen Du everywhere? "

Zhou Shuwei spent a few seconds trying to digest these words of Nan Song.

"Okay, I can still understand what you want to say, but comparisons are comparisons, can't you compare something else? Is it necessary to compare an ass?"

Nan Song looked at Zhou Shuwei's puzzled expression, and his eyes were full of hatred for iron.

"Zhou Shuwei, Zhou Shuwei, thank you for being my good sister, why don't you understand me so much?"

Zhou Shuwei ignored her, and motioned Nan Song to continue.

"It looks like it's just a butt, but it's not just a simple butt. You can completely understand Shen Du's butt as his personality charm, his attraction to the opposite sex, etc."

"so what?"

"So when I saw a group of female netizens blowing rainbow farts on his ass, I felt as if I was being compared, so I was not happy."

Zhou Shuwei looked at Nan Song with a complicated expression.

"To tell you the truth, after listening to it, I still think you're talking nonsense. How did you make up these messy reasons? Is it that difficult to admit that you like Shen Du?"

Nan Song looked at Zhou Shuwei in disbelief: "Where did I make it up? I really didn't make it up. Don't you believe me?"

Zhou Shuwei raised her hand and rubbed her temples, and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, you can go to the side and ask someone casually, even if you put a knife on someone's neck, they won't believe it."

Nan Song looked at Zhou Shuwei, silent.

Seeing her serious expression, the latter glanced at the knife and fork in her hand.

Because of the alcohol on his face, Nan Song's fair cheeks now have two blushes, and his eyes look a little blurred under the light.

Zhou Shuwei swallowed, with a hint of nervousness in her tone: "Songsong, calm down, I don't completely disagree with what you said, I just think it's too ridiculous."

Nan Song watched Zhou Shuwei take a deep breath, and slowly put down the fork and knife in his hand.

"You said just now that I wouldn't believe it if I asked anyone casually, right? Well, let's try then."

After saying this, Nan Song stood up abruptly, and Zhou Shuwei was taken aback.

She was already tall, coupled with her good looks, this sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of other people around her.

Seeing that everyone turned their heads to look at them, Zhou Shuwei panicked, subconsciously got up and pulled Nan Song's wrist.

But obviously, after drinking, Nan Song was faster than usual, and Zhou Shuwei directly caught the loneliness.

(End of this chapter)