Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 14

"Why, Mr. Nan?"

"Clap."

Nan Song put the pen in his hand on the table with neither light nor heavy force.

"My company is small, and its scale is not even comparable to the larger studios outside, so I can't afford idlers. Since you are more interested in other people's gossip than in work, then I won't keep you here."

Wendy sniffed, shed two pitiful tears, and left the office.

The news that Nan Song rejected Lu Huaichuan's list and dismissed a junior assistant soon reached Shen Du's ears.

At that time, he had just got off the plane.

After hearing what Chen Mingyu said, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

As soon as he got in the car, the driver Fang Cheng in the driver's seat asked, "Boss Shen, where are you going?"

Shen Du pondered for a second: "Fei Li Mansion."

"Ok."
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At six o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Song, who had just walked out of the building, received a call from Lushui South Bank Property.

"Hello."

The voice of the property staff was gentle and respectful: "Ms. Nan, hello, due to circuit maintenance around Lushui South Bank, there will be a power outage for two hours from [-] o'clock tonight, so I specially called to inform you."

"OK, thanks."

After hanging up, Nan Song got into the car and drove towards Feili Mansion.

After parking the car in the garage, Nan Song opened the car door with his bag in hand. At the same time, there was a sound of closing the car door, and Nan Song was startled.

It's Shen Du.

Nan Song was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to arrive home at the same time as him.

Shen Du glanced at her, but didn't speak.

After entering the door, Shen Du stood at the entrance and looked up while changing his shoes: "Did you not come back to live here during this time?"

Nan Song squeezed out an "um" syllable from his nose, didn't say much, and then realized something.

"You haven't lived here all this time?"

"Well, I went to Yishi for a trip, and I just got off the plane."

"In this comparison, the climate in Yuncheng is better, and it is better to raise people. The air quality in Yishi is too bad."

Nan Song frowned and looked at Shen Du, did this man take the wrong medicine today?He actually took the initiative to start a small chat mode with her?
After changing clothes from the bedroom and going downstairs, Nan Song lay down on the sofa.

Shen Du poured himself a glass of water, raised his eyes to look at the pair of long overlapping legs on the sofa, said something, it was quite eye-catching.

"I heard that you rejected the list from Lu Huaichuan's team?"

Nan Song, who was browsing Weibo, was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Du: "How do you know?"

After finishing speaking, he added: "Are you spying on me?"

"You're exalting yourself too much. I'm not that idle yet."

Nan Song snorted lightly, and returned his attention to the phone.

She seemed to hear Shen Du chuckle lightly, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, this laugh seemed to be a little smug.

As if he had suddenly realized something, Nan Song jumped up from the sofa and sat up, looking at Shen Du with a hint of vigilance in his indifferent eyes: "What are you laughing at? You must have misunderstood, right?"

Shen Du was very calm: "What did I misunderstand?"

"I rejected the list from Lu Huaichuan's team because I don't want to make my life too complicated, and I have nothing to do with you."

Shen Du slowly put the glass in his hand on the sink, and looked at Nan Song.

"Really?"

?

With such a frivolous tone, why does it sound so beating?
"Of course!" Nan Song said loudly.

"Women have needles in the bottom of their hearts, so who knows?"

Shen Du's tone was a bit mean, and Nan Song was even more furious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't put gold on your face."

Shen Du shook his head slowly, with a sympathetic look on his face: "Tsk tsk, it's getting darker and darker."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the study.

Nan Song looked at his back: ".I'll trace the banana peel from your grandma's house!"

After calming down, Nan Song remembered that he hadn't had dinner yet, so he opened Meituan and looked casually, and caught a glimpse of a beef donburi.

Beef rice. Beef, Nan Song thought of something, and his heart moved slightly.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the study door.

"Enter."

Nan Song pushed open the door and saw Shen Du sitting in front of the computer working, his thin lips pursed slightly as if he was thinking about something.

"You eat dinner yet?"

"No." Shen Du didn't raise his head.

"Coincidentally, I haven't eaten it yet, so you can make a pan-fried veal steak."

A standard declarative sentence, not an imperative sentence, with an orderly tone of a young lady, Shen Du frowned slightly, and looked up at the person standing at the door.

"why?"

For some reason, in just three words, Nan Song could hear the meaning of "who are you, if you want to eat pan-fried veal steak and eat your fart?"

"I'm hungry and I want to eat."

Shen Du lay lazily on the back of the chair, with a relaxed posture.

"You want to eat pan-fried veal steak, and I will make you pan-fried veal steak? What do you think of this place? A restaurant? What do you think of me? A cook?"

"That's not true." Nan Song answered calmly.

"That's how you treat me as a father."

".?"

"I made it last time because I wanted to eat it myself. I don't want to eat it today, so I don't do it."

Nan Song sneered: "So arrogant? Believe it or not, I really let you be a father?"

Shen Du: "?"

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, and the air around them seemed to have some subtle changes. Being stared at by Shen Du, Nan Song felt a little nervous, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and go out as soon as he moved his feet.

As soon as the fingertips touched the doorknob, there was a "click" and the door was locked.

It was only later that Nan Song realized that the door of the study room was controlled by remote control. As for the remote control, it was naturally in the hands of the dog man.

She turned her head, and before she could speak, a figure loomed in front of her.

In the next second, Nan Song was pressed against the door, and the wrist that was just raised was buckled backwards, and the whole person was quite passive in an instant.

Her lips parted slightly: "What I just said was a joke, Mr. Shen shouldn't take it to heart?"

In Shen Du's view, these words were full of provocation.

His eyelashes drooped, and the cold breath was close at hand, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

"Whether you're kidding or not, it's not up to you."

When he was carried to the sofa next to the bookshelf and laid down, Nan Song sighed silently in his heart: This is a man, you still have to keep your mouth shut, otherwise you don’t know what consequences will happen.

The next second, she pushed her knees up.

"what--!"

A man's scream resounded instantly throughout the study.

Shen Du bowed, and slid off the sofa very slowly, half kneeling on the ground, he kept his head down and didn't speak the whole time, and his whole body was gone. King's breath.

Nan Song couldn't see his expression clearly, but even so, she could imagine that Shen Du must be wearing a painful mask on his face at this moment.

She got up from the sofa, tidied up her somewhat messy collar, and then shook her long hair in a chic and beautiful manner.

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(End of this chapter)