Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 127 Do you really think she is willing to succumb to his despotic power by giving him a diamond?Yes, she will.

Nan Song took a photo of her left hand with the mobile phone. The moisture of the diamond itself and the blessing of the light made her love almost overflow her chest.

Her hands were originally beautiful, with slender and fair fingers, and round and neat nail beds, which didn't quite match this blue diamond.

Thinking of the series of things that happened in the past two days, Nan Song sighed silently in his heart, and had to admit that Shen Gou really has two brushes.

But since he originally planned to take a photo of this blue diamond and give it to her, why didn't he make it clear to her at the beginning that he had to cause such a big misunderstanding?

Nan Song really couldn't figure it out.

Appreciating the blue diamond in her hand, she sent the photo she took just now to Shen Du, and after a while, the other party replied.

[Now don't say that this is for the vixen? 】

Nan Song: "."

【You have to stick to this point, don't you? (smile.jpg)]

[Shen Du: Isn't that what you said over and over again that day? 】

Nan Song pursed his lips, recalling the scene where he was spitting all over the place that day, and didn't plan to continue this topic with him, but thought that tomorrow was Saturday, and she was going to pick up Nan Jiashu for dinner, and after hesitating for two seconds, he started typing— —

[Tomorrow I will pick Nan Jiashu from school for dinner, do you want to come together? 】

After sending this sentence, Nan Song wanted to withdraw it immediately, but she held back, what if he had already seen it?Wouldn't it be even more strange to withdraw it by yourself?
After thinking about it, she added another sentence.

[Take it as a thank you for giving me this blue diamond. 】

Well, the tone and wording are quite reserved, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

【I'm not in Yuncheng right now, just go and eat. 】

Seeing Shen Du's reply, Nan Song froze for a moment.

【Where are you? 】

【Berlin. 】

Nan Song frowned slightly, the dog man can really run with a pair of dog legs, he was still dangling in front of her a few days ago, and in the blink of an eye, he flew to Berlin again?

Since no one was in Yuncheng, it would be regarded as a very straightforward rejection of her invitation. Nan Song snorted lightly, knowing that she would not have asked him.

【Heh, you lost a chance to have dinner with the fairies, I'm really sorry for you. (smile.jpg)]

This time, there was no reply from Shen Du for several minutes. When Nan Song realized it later, he realized that he was actually waiting for his news.

For some reason, the mobile phone in his hand seemed to become hot all of a sudden, and Nan Song casually threw it towards the other side of the bed.

Why did she deliberately wait for his reply?Is there something wrong with her brain?

The mobile phone was smashed on the soft quilt, and the screen was lying there facing down, no matter how you looked at it, you felt wronged.

"Ding dong!"

A WeChat notification sounded, and Nan Song knew it was from Shen Du, so he deliberately took the phone over very slowly, otherwise it would appear that she was not reserved, Nan Song thought silently in his heart.

But in the next second, she began to dislike herself again in her heart——

Nan Song, do you want so many plays? ? ?
Isn't it just chatting on WeChat?Is it necessary for your mental activity to be so rich?
Or you can stop being an actor and just write online novels.

Nan Song complained a lot about himself in his heart, and then clicked on Shen Du's message, which was only six short words.

[I will return home next Monday. 】

Nan Song subconsciously counted the days, next Monday, tomorrow Saturday, and he will return to China in two days.

Um?Wait, did someone ask him? ? ?

She replied quickly.

[Who asked when you came back? 】

[You didn't type to ask me, but in fact you asked me secretly in your heart, and I felt it. 】

Nan Song: "."

It's too coquettish, it's so coquettish, this dog man is so coquettish, he dares to tease her so blatantly now?

He didn't think she was willing to succumb to his despotic power just by giving her a 9000 million diamond?No way no way?

With a flash of his eyes, Nan Song's eyes fell on the blue diamond on his finger again.

She seemed to really want to.

And the dog man took the initiative to say that he will return to China next Monday, is he also secretly implying something?
That being the case, it's no big deal for her to sacrifice her own body to reward him when he comes back.

In the end, Nan Song didn't reply to Shen Du's words, because she really couldn't show him off in a competition, so she might as well honestly admit that she lost.

Yes, that's right, she is so flexible.
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In the brightly lit restaurant, Nan Jiashu and Nan Song sat opposite each other, tasting the food in front of them.

"So you were educated by your father in the end?"

Nan Song nodded gracefully: "Yes."

Nan Jiashu looked at her with a speechless expression: "Sister, I think your life is so smooth and comfortable that you are used to it, so you can do it."

Nan Song didn't stop picking up the vegetables in his hands, and raised his eyes to glance at him, deliberately making a bored and sad expression.

"Yeah, sometimes I wonder to myself, is my life a bit too comfortable? After all, I don't have to study for the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations day and night, and I don't have to wake up at six o'clock every morning. Wake up and go to self-study in the morning, I don’t have to go to bed in the early morning every night, I don’t have to go through the exam once a week, oh, it’s so comforting.”

Nan Jia said: "."

He felt that the delicious food in front of him suddenly tasted bad.

"I'll be free in four months, hum." The boy snorted coldly.

"Well, work hard, and I will give you a big gift when you take the college entrance examination."

Nan Jiashu's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

".Have you lied to me less since you were a child?"

Nan Song pretended not to hear his words, and drank the soup in the bowl with a small spoon.
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Berlin, Germany, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Du, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, was wearing a black sweater. He was browsing something with a tablet in his hand. Looking at the entries on Weibo Hot Search, his eyes darkened.

I originally thought that such unwarranted things would pass away after a short period of time. After all, this is the Internet age, and the speed of information update is astonishingly fast.

But what Shen Du didn't expect was that the sand sculpture wife in his family succeeded in getting him listed on the hot search for several days by herself, and it was still put together with the keyword "cheating".

Shen Du raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

After a while, he put down the tablet, called Chen Mingyu, and he answered in seconds.

"Remove all the hot searches on Weibo."

"Good boss."

After Chen Mingyu received the task, he immediately called the contact person. In just 10 minutes, all the information about Shen Du and Nan Song disappeared from the Internet.

Couldn't find any more.

Five minutes later, Shen Du posted a Weibo with the photo of Nan Song wearing a blue diamond ring.

　How about it, Shengou can still do it, right? (dog head.jpg)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)