Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 113 You are not happy when I slap you, but didn't you slap me when you were with me?
But from the tone of the other party, she can judge one thing——

The man in front of her seemed to be murdering her.

Nan Song thought for two seconds angrily, and raised his volume as if he was very reasonable: "Isn't it because I see you are good-looking? Do you think I'm pulling those ugly monsters?"

Leaving aside the logic, Shen Du felt that what Nan Song said was very pleasant, and his cold face softened a little.

Shen Du looked at the clothes she hadn't taken off, and started to tease her again: "Change the pajamas first."

"Snapped."

Nan Song slapped Shen Du on the back of his hand again, with a tone of reluctance.

"No, I won't change."

Shen Du looked at the back of his hand, and looked at Nan Song with speechless eyes: "You are addicted to slapping, aren't you?"

Nan Song looked at Shen Du, lingered on his face for a long time with inquiring eyes, and said, "Oh, I seem to recognize you, are you my husband?"

Shen Du was silent for a second, thinking about whether it would be fraudulent for her to ask this question suddenly, but he didn't think about the reason, so he gave a faint "hmm".

Nan Song is not happy.

"Yes, yes, no, no, um, what do you mean?"

Shen Du looked at her as if she was mentally retarded, with a rare good temper: "Yes, I am your husband."

Nan Song got this affirmative answer, and his expression stretched a little.

"Well, that's right. I slap you and you are not happy, but don't you like to slap me when you are with me?"

The corner of Shen Du's mouth twitched: "When did I hit you back then?"

Nan Song, who was drunk, understood what he said, which was quite like a tongue twister. She tilted her head and thought about it seriously.

"I forget exactly when, but you spanked me when I remember that."

Shen Du: "."

Seeing that the content of the chat was about to go in an indescribable direction, Shen Du stopped in time and covered Nan Song's mouth with his hand.

"Okay, don't push me, change your clothes first."

Nan Song's eyes were full of innocence when his mouth was covered and his words were blocked: "."

Instead, she obediently reached out to Shen Du this time, and the latter took off the knitted sweater on her as quickly as possible, and then put her on a nightgown.

After putting on her clothes, Shen Du put down his hands, Nan Song's expression looked complicated.

He finally noticed her: "what's the matter with you?"

Nan Song sat there for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, I seemed to touch your hand with my foot in the car just now, but now you use it to cover my mouth???"

Shen Du was stunned for a second, then seemed to have realized something, frowned and looked at Nan Song: "So you are sober? Remember what happened before? Did you do it on purpose?"

Upon hearing his words, Nan Song raised his left hand and made a swear gesture: "It's true that I'm sober, but I definitely didn't do it on purpose."

Shen Du took a deep breath.

"Okay, anyway, this hand has covered your mouth, so it's back."

After speaking, he looked at Nan Song suspiciously.

"But it's unscientific. Why did your wine wake up so quickly? Were you really drunk at the time?"

As soon as this idea popped up in his mind, the speculation deep in Shen Du's heart grew more and more rampant.

This woman has a good physique for acting. She is used to acting no matter in front of others or in front of him. With the blessing of alcohol tonight, the difficulty of acting in front of him is almost zero.

Fuck?He was fucked by her?

Shen Du's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all this fell into Nan Song's eyes. Seeing this, she quickly opened her mouth to explain.

"Don't think about it, I'm really drunk tonight, but I don't know why the wine wakes up so quickly, probably because of the cold wind blowing outside just now, I'm conscious now, but my head hurts .”

Nan Song's head really hurt, the kind of pain that was about to burst, she stretched out her fingers and rubbed her temples, with a painful expression on her face.

Shen Du looked at her with a solemn expression.

"Nan Song."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever heard the story of the wolf? Do you think I'll believe you?"

Nan Song: "."

She looked at Shen Du with an innocent face: "Why don't you believe it? If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhou Shuwei, she knows that every time I get drunk, my drunkenness comes and goes quickly. You just want to watch it tonight. I arrived like this."

When Nan Song was speaking, Shen Du's eyes fell on her face the whole time, without moving a bit, as if trying to figure out how much of what she said was true or not.

But no matter how true or false, he must ask clearly what he wants to ask.

"At that time, I went to the restaurant to pick you up, and you were already drunk, and you tugged on my sleeve and asked me a question."

Nan Song didn't answer the call for the first time, he blinked for a few seconds and said, "What's the problem?"

Shen Du repeated her question with a very patient tone.

"Ask me if you have a problem comparing yourself with your husband?"

Nan Song's eyebrows twitched: "."

Holy crap, did she just ask Shen Du that directly? ? ?
Damn, drinking is really wrong.

She did remember talking about her mentality of comparing with Shen Du when she was drinking with Zhou Shuwei, but what Nan Song didn't expect was that her mouth could be so uncontrollable, and she said it in front of Shen Du.

In order to protect her face, she decisively made a decision in her heart: she didn't intend to admit it.

The next second, Nan Song looked at Shen Du with a calm expression and serious eyes.

"I never asked you that question."

Shen Du, who had long expected that she would not admit it, began to refute without hesitation for a second: "You asked."

"I do not have."

"You asked."

"I do not have."

"Okay, I'll call Miss Zhou right away, she is a witness."

"Okay, I asked."

"."

Shen Du looked at Nan Song, really puzzled what strange things she was thinking about in her round head every day.

"Isn't it over if I admit it earlier? Is it necessary to do this?" Shen Du sneered, and put down Nan Song's phone in his hand.

Nan Song looked at the man in front of him angrily with a frustrated expression.

Shen Du dragged a chair from the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, sat down, looked at Nan Song leisurely and said, "Come on, let's chat for a while."

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about why you want to compare with me."

Nan Song lowered his head, silently brewing emotions in his heart, sadness, entanglement, unwillingness, and a little bit of grievance, ok, all the emotional seasoning for today's drama feast is ready.

When she raised her eyes, she looked as if she was about to cry.

"Because... because I have low self-esteem, everyone knows that I, Nansong, have an excellent husband, but I am such a poor man, blah blah blah"

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