Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 112 Shen Du's depression and anger reached its peak at this moment: "Who am I? I'm your father!"

Shen Du got off the elevator with Nan Song in his arms, and walked towards Yazhi who was parked under the tree by the side of the road.

In the cold winter night, the wind in the air felt bleak, and he raised his hand to pull the collar of his coat a little tighter.

When Shen Du lowered his eyes, he paused, and found that the woman in his arms was only wearing a V-neck black sweater under his jacket tonight, with a large area of ​​snow-white neck and collarbone exposed, quite eye-catching.

His eyes were slightly heavy, and the movement of closing Nan Song's neckline also unconsciously increased his strength, with a faint hint of anger.

The ooze monster, who was completely drunk, leaned on Shen Du's body, frowning slightly, and mumbled something, as if he was made uncomfortable by his sudden movement.

Shen Du ignored the whining Nan Song, supported her with one hand, and opened the door with the other.

It’s okay for drunk people to cooperate, but it will be very difficult if they don’t cooperate, such as Nan Song at the moment——

Shen Du wanted to put her into the co-pilot, but she was holding on to the car door with both hands and refused to get in, and he had nowhere to use his strength.

After the two of them had been deadlocked for dozens of seconds, Shen Du's anger finally went straight to the top of his head. He stretched out his hand and poked Nan Song's armpit. I took it back.

He always knew she was ticklish.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shen Du pushed the person onto the seat, then put her long legs in, and closed the car door with a "bang", the movements were smooth and smooth.

After such a toss, although he wasn't too tired, Shen Du still stood still for a few seconds before getting into the car.

As soon as he fastened his seat belt, he heard two "clicks" from the right. Turning his head, Nan Song kicked off his high heels and stepped on the floor mat with his bare feet, looking very hot .

The mobile phone that was originally placed on her lap did not know when it fell to her feet. The screen was on, illuminating the small piece of snow-white skin on the back of her feet.

Shen Du: "."

He looked up at the person who had his head tilted on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, and after two seconds of silence, he took a deep breath.

The next second, he bent down and stretched out his hand towards the mobile phone that fell at Nan Song's feet, intending to pick it up for her, but he didn't expect that when his fingers just pinched the corner of the mobile phone, there was a burst of warmth on the back of his hand touch.

At that moment, Shen Du's breathing stopped——

Nan Song unceremoniously put his foot on the back of his hand, guessing that it felt a little comfortable to the touch, and even rubbed it gently twice.

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For Shen Du, who is obsessed with cleanliness, what Nan Song is doing to him now is no less than a direct execution. There is no doubt that he has the intention to kill.

This sand sculpture dog woman!
Shen Du quickly pulled out his hand, his eyes were full of disgust, it just so happened that the alcohol disinfectant wipes in the car were also used up, and he couldn't find anything to wipe his hands at all.

Shen Du took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Nan Song who was soundly asleep, and tried his best to restrain the urge to kick this woman out of the car.

Stepping on the accelerator, turning the steering wheel, the black elegant galloped in the winter night, even the exhaust gas was full of undisguised anger.

It was exactly like Shen Du's mood at the moment.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped steadily in front of the door of Feili Mansion.

Shen Du got out of the car and entered the door first. After washing his hands with disinfectant hand sanitizer three times, he finally calmed down.

He opened the car door on Nansong's side, and the person in the seat was still asleep. From the slightly frowning brows, it could be seen that he didn't sleep very comfortably.

Shen Du carried the man out of the car, went upstairs and put him on the bed.

The moment he leaned over, he smelled the faint scent of perfume from Nan Song's body, mixed with a little wine, and it smelled good.

Shen Du raised his hand to take off the coat on her body. The coat was open, but it was easy to take off. It was the knitted sweater inside that needed to be taken off from the waist up.

The hem of the clothes was pulled up to his waist, revealing a piece of white and smooth skin on his lower abdomen. Shen Du was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't even notice that the person who was being undressed by him had woken up.

Three seconds later—

"Snapped."

Shen Du received a slap on the face that was neither light nor heavy.

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He raised his head in disbelief, his eyes were filled with disbelief, and he looked at Nan Song as if he were looking at a crazy woman.

".what are you doing?"

Nan Song, who was half lying on the bed, had already opened his eyes, with a pair of pupils gleaming with clear light, staring at Shen Du's face with a serious tone.

"Which little bastard are you? Why are you playing hooligans on me?"

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Her words successfully reminded Shen Du of all the experiences from beginning to end tonight. First, he searched all over the world to find someone, and then he carried her into the car. , Now he kindly helped her change her pajamas and even slapped her.

All the depression and anger reached their peak at this moment, and finally converged into a vicious sentence——

".Who am I? I am your father!!!"

Shen Du almost yelled this sentence, the purpose was to calm down Nan Song, but what he didn't expect was that not only was he not restrained, but he became even more arrogant.

Nan Song blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and directly pinched Shen Du's right cheek, and pulled it twice fearlessly.

"Dad? You're not my dad. My dad wouldn't care how much I drank. Who the hell are you? What do you want to do to me?"

When Shen Du heard her words, he almost laughed angrily.

"You also know that you drank a lot tonight?"

Nan Song's eyes were a little blurred, he waved his hands and said, "Hey, I'm happy!"

Shen Du looked at the crazy woman in front of him, and for some reason, suddenly remembered the few times he met her at the reception when he was a student.

At that time, she was the second young lady of the Nan family in Yuncheng. At the reception, she was dignified, cold and polite, and she was completely different from the drunken woman in front of her at the moment.

During the process of Shen Du's recollection, Nan Song kept talking at random, and the topic was sometimes about the Milky Way and sometimes about the country of Java, which was illogical.

Thinking of the word logic, Shen Du suddenly remembered something and looked at Nan Song.

"You said just now that you want me to help you see how your logic is. What are you trying to say?"

Nan Song heard the person in front of him asking himself a question, stared closely at Shen Du's face for two seconds, and said slowly: "Why should I tell you? I'm not interested in chatting with strangers."

Shen Du sneered.

"Now you are neither humble nor overbearing, dare you not just drag people's clothes at the entrance of the restaurant just now?"

In the cognition of the drunk Nan Song at the moment, although he couldn't understand what the man in front of him was saying.

(End of this chapter)