Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 159 In Shen Du's view, Nan Song's current behavior is a woman's blatant seduction of a man
Shen Du's eyes suddenly tightened, and they fell on the sentence Zhou Shuwei sent to Nan Song.

If the same thing happened in normal times, or happened to another person, he felt that he could completely ignore evil.

But now the situation is that others are asking Nan Song if he likes him a little bit.

Shen Du felt that his two eyeballs were glued to the computer screen by super glue, and he couldn't move them away at all.

When did he become so immoral?Shen Du silently spurned himself in his heart.

On the WeChat chat page, Nan Song's avatar on the right did not pop up a new message for a long time, and the time passed by. Shen Du, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, gently pressed his index finger to his temple, staring at the computer with a calm face The position to the right of the screen.

He waited, but he wanted to see how the sand sculpture woman would answer Zhou Shuwei's question.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the computer screen flickered again.

Shen Du's eyes moved slightly, and when he looked up, a short sentence was displayed in the middle of the screen——

You have logged out of WeChat.

Shen Du:? ? ?
Didn't you ask him to help you quit?Why did she retreat first?A dog woman who can't talk.

In the master bedroom, Nan Song, who was lying on the bed with his long legs up, was thinking about how to reply to Zhou Shuwei. At this moment, the person opposite sent another message.

[Sister, is this question so difficult to answer?Is it that difficult to face your own heart?You have been silent for almost a minute, and there are only two answers, like or dislike, if you really don’t even like a little bit, according to your personality, you must be clamoring to deny me at the first time, after hesitating for so long , it seems that there is another answer. 】

Nan Song frowned and bit his lips to stare at Zhou Shuwei's words, his face was not very good-looking, Zhou Shuwei is a bitch, she talks a lot.

Resisting the urge to give the other party a blacklist set meal, Nan Song typed a line on the screen after thinking for a moment——

[I don't know if I like it or not, but it's true that I don't hate Shengou as much as before. 】

A few seconds later, Zhou Shuwei sent a voice message, and Nan Song clicked on it while taking the phone away to listen.

Sure enough, it was a series of very frenzied and piercing laughter.

[I knew you two had fun!Face!Call me up!Shen Du hit too!You too!As long as all of you who engage in bullshit romantic love stories are slapped in the face, I, a single dog who lives on the nourishment of sisterly love, will be happy hahahahahahaha! 】

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For the first time, Nan Song felt that the four words "crazy and crazy" were so appropriate to describe Zhou Shuwei at this moment.

After the chat, she put the phone aside and prepared to go to bed. After all, the plane will be early tomorrow morning, but after lying down, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

After tossing and turning for a few rounds, Nan Song picked up his phone and checked the time, it was past eleven o'clock.

The dog man is still handling work?It's so late and you still don't sleep, will you still fly tomorrow?
Suddenly a flash of light flashed in Nan Song's mind, what the hell, Shen Du, the dog man who was going to Indonesia, couldn't have lied to her, right?
No, she has to ask for clarification!

As soon as this idea germinated in his mind, Nan Song quickly rushed out of the bedroom. When he pushed open the study door, Shen Du was staring at the computer in front of him seriously, and raised his eyes to look at the person standing at the door.

Nan Song paused, carefully appreciating the picture in front of him for a few seconds.

The man sitting in front of the computer had no expression on his face. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes behind the lenses were a little deep, and he just looked at her like that.

I don't know why, Nan Song's little heart skipped a beat for no reason. Looking at the good skin of the dog man in front of him, he cursed four words silently in his heart——

Sven scum.

Seeing that she stood at the door without speaking for a long time and didn't mean to come in, Shen Du said two words lightly: "What's the matter?"

"No." Nan Song subconsciously shook his head.

In the next second, he quickly changed his words: "Ah, no, there is!"

Beauty is really fucking mistaken, she came to the study to ask him a question, stared at this man's face for a while and then forgot about the business.

At this moment, Nan Song felt that if he lived in ancient times, he must have the potential to be a faint king.

"What's the matter?" Shen Du put down the pen in his hand.

Nan Song came in from the door, the sofa was too far away from the desk, and the chair was too hard for her to sit on.

After turning her head and looking around, she finally chose to sit down at the edge of the desk. She tipped her heels lightly and raised her buttocks. The posture after sitting down revealed a variety of styles.

Shen Du stared at Nan Song for a few seconds, his slightly drooping eyes fell on the back of his hand that was resting on the table, Nan Song sat very close to him, and the soft and comfortable fabric of the nightdress was gently touching him like that the back of the hand.

As she moved her legs, the skin on the outside of the back of Shen Du's hand was rubbed intentionally or unintentionally by the fabric, making it itchy.

"I just came here to ask, are we really going to fly to Indonesia tomorrow, right? The plane at eight o'clock in the morning, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Shen Du didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to confirm this question with him.

"Since you have to catch a plane early in the morning, why don't you go back to your bedroom to sleep?"

When Nan Song asked this sentence, the ending sound was slightly hooked up, with a faint hint of charm.

Shen Du didn't seem to understand the meaning of her words at first, so he frowned slightly and asked, "What?"

At this moment, Nan Song didn't know what was going on with him, and suddenly he became more dramatic and approached Shen Du, his slender and white right index finger slowly drawing circles on his chest.

"I said, it's so late, why don't you go back to your bedroom to sleep?"

At this time, the lights in the study were not bright, and the two people's faces were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath, so the surrounding air immediately seemed a little ambiguous.

Nan Song's tone of voice was a little delicate and soft, which made Shen Du's ears itchy.

In her own opinion, her current behavior is to trick the dog man into the bedroom to rest in a tactful way, so that he can have the energy to catch the plane tomorrow.

In Shen Du's view, what Nan Song is doing now is——

A woman's blatant seduction of a man.

"Ok?"

But Nan Song didn't give up when he saw that he was doing nothing, and asked again with a short but provocative syllable.

Shen Du's deep eyes sank for an instant, and he raised his hand to take off his glasses on the bridge of his nose and put them on the table, making a moderate sound.

In the next second, before Nan Song could react, a figure suddenly enveloped him in front of him.

Shen Du stood up and put his arms on the desk beside Nan Song, and her whole body was trapped between his arms.

Looking up, the two looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)