Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 132 Husband, Don't You Think I'm Not Sexy?People's careful hearts are broken into petals!

Dare the man who is still taunting his wife for a lot of drama, that is, his boss Shen Du, to wash his hands and make soup for his wife as soon as he returns home the next second?

Hit the face so fast?The killer character without emotion collapsed like this?

Chen Mingyu admitted that at that moment, he, a social animal who was paid by people, dared to change the name of his boss in his heart. From then on, the boss was no longer the boss, but——

Lick the dog.
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Nan Song put the big bag of vegetables that Chen Mingyu sent over on the island platform, and took out one by one to look at it carefully.

There are a lot of things to buy.

Mushrooms, yams, lemons, shrimp, crucian carp, beef, etc., and some green leafy vegetables.

She turned to look at the man in the kitchen and asked, "What dishes are you cooking tonight?"

Shen Du, who had already tied up his apron, came out of the kitchen, walked up to Nan Song, looked into her eyes, and said five words lightly: "I won't tell you."

childish!

"Is it amazing to be able to cook?"

Shen Du's expression was calm, and his tone was a bit cheap: "Yes, that's right, it's just amazing."

Nan Song: "."

Well, it's really amazing, for a complete kitchen rookie like her.

When my mother was still there, she would often make delicious food for her and Nan Jiashu. From Chinese food to Western food, to dessert baking, and even dried fruit snacks, my mother was very good at it.

At that time, my mother often joked with her, asking her to find a boyfriend or a husband in the future, she must find someone who can cook, because she can't cook, and the two of them will not be hungry when they are together in the future.

And Nan Song remembered it very clearly. At that time, her mother also said that people who can cook are generally more careful and love others.

this point
She raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and complained silently in her heart: At present, she really didn't realize that this doggy man would hurt people, and he would only hurt people.

But in the next second, Nan Song remembered the blue diamond in his collection again, and made a correction in his heart: he only loves people with money, not with heart.

Shen Du took the dishes into the kitchen, the meat and vegetarian ingredients were all fresh, and there were even a few crystal clear drops of water falling on the vegetables.

Well, Chen Zhu can be given an extra bonus this month, Shen Du thought in his heart.

"Hey, won't your conscience hurt if you bother your assistant so much?"

Nan Song was holding the hand warmer, leaning against the wall like an old man, looking at Shen Du leisurely.

"Why does my conscience hurt?" Shen Du didn't even lift his head.

"And it's not troublesome. Chen Zhu is my personal special assistant. Do you know the meaning of the words private and special?"

Nan Song is not a rotten girl, but when she heard a man use these words to connect another man, she still couldn't help having some strange associations.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Nan Song deliberately held back his tone, it was the kind of tone that he knew that the matter was not simple when he heard it, Shen Du noticed it, looked up at her, and frowned slightly.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Nan Song stuck out his tongue and made a grimace.

Seeing her like this, Shen Du's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

In fact, it is undeniable that his Mrs. Sand Sculpture is very beautiful, with good looks and good figure. Except for her low IQ most of the time, she is actually... well, not bad.

In memory, Nan Song has never made a face to him, because she always has such a cold attitude in front of people, but behind people, such as in front of him, she is mostly a sand sculpture.

Things like making funny faces. So could he understand that she was playing cute with him just now?
Thinking of this, the corners of Shen Du's lips twitched slightly, and this action caught Nan Song's eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

There was a hint of vigilance in his tone.

Shen Du denied without changing his face: "I didn't laugh."

"you laughed."

"I do not have."

"you laughed."

"I do not have."

"You're just laughing!"

"Well, I'm laughing at your cuteness."

After Shen Du's words fell, the surrounding air instantly fell into silence, and Nan Song's whole body was directly petrified.

What did Shen Gou say just now?
If she heard correctly, he said she was cute?
cute?He said she was cute?

Is this man complimenting her?But why cute and not some other word?

Nan Song was a little unhappy, and started to find fault: "Why do you praise me with the word cute? I don't like this word."

Shen Du: "What's wrong with this word? I just think it fits the grimace you made just now. Otherwise, what word do you want me to use to praise you, cute? It's too disgusting, I can't say it."

"."

Nan Song ignored his deliberate teasing and continued to focus on his own points.

"I forgot where I saw a saying before, saying that when a person is praised for being cute, it is probably not because he is cute, but simply because others can't find something in him to praise. After all, praise There are obviously so many words.

For example, beautiful, sexy, handsome, talented, etc., but why is it cute, because the person just mentioned none of these points, but cute happens to be a word that sounds okay, so others use it . "

Listening to her nonsense, Shen Du was busy handling the ingredients in his hands, and didn't want to talk to her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nan Song thought that he had been hit by his own words, so he was more determined to break the casserole and ask the end, so he moved a few steps and walked in front of him.

"Look, are you guilty? Let me just say it?"

Shen Du still ignored her.

"Honey, don't you think I'm not pretty? Not sexy?"

When Nan Song asked this question, he raised his hand and brushed his slightly curly long hair behind his head. He also gave Shen Du a wink by the way. His slender legs were slightly bent, and he twisted his buttocks into a Standard S shape.

Shen Du looked at her: "."

The next second, he said with a look of disgust: "Can you go to the side? Don't get in the way here, I'm going to cook."

Nan Song looked at him like this, and for a second, he was very good at acting: "Okay, I despised me, and I started to despise me again after living in peace for a long time. You are cruel, ah, my careful heart, it broke into pieces. Petal."

Nan Song went out of the kitchen while howling, and lay down on the sofa in the living room, arranging himself in a big character.

Shen Du turned his head and glanced at her through the glass, a faint smile filled the depths of his eyebrows.

When the food was served, Nan Song was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

Glancing at the things on the table——

Stir-fried yam, Thai-style lemon shrimp, stir-fried beef with mushrooms, crucian carp soup, each dish is served in exquisite tableware, which is very appetizing.

"Do so much? Can the two of us finish eating?"

(End of this chapter)