Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 173 "Are you so interested in my ass? Every time you only pat my ass?"

Nan Song's waist tightened, and the man covered her with warm palms.

At this moment, the thoughts in her brain were a little confused, and she said in a daze: "I want to drink the porridge you cooked."

Shen Du's movements were interrupted by her, and he frowned slightly: "What porridge? Why do you want to drink porridge at night? And don't you know what we are doing now? Are you messing with me on purpose?"

"I don't know, it's just a sudden craving for a drink anyway."

The woman's soft voice penetrated into the cochlea, Shen Du's eyes darkened a bit, who can stand this level of coquettishness?

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

For the first time in his life, Shen Du felt that he was so worthless.

In fact, he was impatient to help her make some porridge after the fire was picked up by her just now, but he couldn't stop her from talking to him in such a voice, and even biting his earlobe lightly.

The movie on the big screen was still playing, Shen Du closed his eyes to suppress the anger in his heart, and went to the kitchen.

Nan Song was the only one left in the dimly lit audio-visual room. She leaned on the cushion and panted lightly, arranging her somewhat messy nightdress collar and hair.

Everything that happened tonight felt like a dream, and she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to drink porridge.

To be honest, if Shen Du suddenly interrupted her when she was thinking about that and said that she wanted to do something else, she would definitely be angry.

It turned out that he had such a good temper tonight, and promised her to cook porridge so quickly that she didn't even have time to react.

Nan Song sat where he was, took a sip from the water glass on the coffee table, and woke up.

She turned her head to look at the movie that was playing on the big screen, and after watching it for a few seconds, she couldn't help chuckling——

Watching a movie is a lie. On this night when everyone has their own thoughts, they still watch a shitty movie.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the entire villa area of ​​Feili Mansion was silent, the night was as cool as water, and it was the most relaxing moment of the day.

Next to the Nakajima platform, Shen Du opened the refrigerator door and was stunned for a moment. The three-story cold snow area was filled with various ingredients.

When were these things bought?He never bought it.

At this moment, there was a sound of lazy footsteps behind him, Shen Du turned his head and saw Nan Song walking over with a water glass.

"Where do these ingredients come from in the refrigerator?" he asked.

Nan Song blinked, with a simple face: "I bought it."

An imperceptible surprise flashed in Shen Du's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows: "When did you buy it?"

"Just a few days ago, I bought it when I had nothing to do." Nan Song said lightly and casually.

Shen Du stared at her for a few seconds, as if he was judging how true her words were.

"If I remember correctly, you used to buy bags and diamonds when you had nothing to do, why do you start shopping for groceries now that you have nothing to do?"

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Nan Song silently rolled her eyes in her heart, is she such a prodigal?
"Just a few days ago, when I was chatting with my mother on WeChat, she suddenly mentioned your cooking skills, saying that you can cook a lot of dishes, not only can you fry veal steaks, but you are also very good at cooking porridge. Tell you to let you do it, I opened the refrigerator on a whim and looked, it was empty, and felt that there was no fireworks in this house, so I bought a bunch of vegetables and came back."

When Nan Song said these words, his expression and eyes were very agile, and after he finished speaking, "Am I great, please praise, please praise" was written all over his face.

Shen Du saw her arrogant little thoughts, but deliberately kept quiet.

The small white casserole was bought by Nan Song when he cooked porridge for himself last time. It has only been used once in a long time, and it is still brand new when it is taken out of the cupboard.

"What porridge do you want?"

Seeing Shen Du asking himself, Nan Song tilted his head and thought for a few seconds before giving the answer: "Vegetable pork rib porridge."

"it is good."

Handling ribs, choosing vegetables, and preparing ingredients, Shen Du did everything smoothly, Nan Song held a cute pink hot water bag in his hand, and leaned against the door to watch him do things.

"Growing up in a family like the Shen family, why are you so good at cooking?" She finally couldn't help asking the question she had been curious about for a long time.

Shen Du replied while doing what he was doing: "I studied in the UK at university, and I lived alone at that time, and I was picky about what I ate, so I won't be able to learn it after a long time."

After listening to Nan Song, he began to question: "Shouldn't the rich and pampered young masters like you go abroad to study and have an exclusive housekeeper or chef to serve them at every step?"

Shen Du stopped the movements of his hands, turned his head and looked at her: "Who did you listen to?"

Nan Song looked frank: "It's always written like this in Mr. Ba's romance novels!"

Shen Du: "."

"It's possible, but it's not necessary, understand?"

Nan Song asked: "Why is it not necessary? It is more convenient and less troublesome to have a person who is responsible for one's own diet and daily life in life."

"I like to be alone." Shen Du said five words lightly.

Nan Song didn't know what he was thinking, so he sneered and said, "You like to be alone? But how did I find that you like staying with me more and more recently?"

It was indeed true, and both men found out.

But as soon as she asked the question, Nan Song regretted it. May I ask what medicine she took wrong and she didn't ask this question?Nan Song, why did your IQ go offline so suddenly?

Nan Song complained to herself silently in her heart, just when she couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and was about to turn around and leave, Shen Du suddenly answered her question just now——

"Because from now on, you will be an exception to me."

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The surrounding air was instantly quiet.

After Shen Du said this, he didn't react too much, turned around and continued to do what he was doing. Nan Song looked at his back and found that his cheeks on both sides were slightly hot.

She reached out and patted her face, trying to wake herself up.

Calm down, this coquettish man will only talk more and more after this kind of provocative talk, just get used to it, get used to it, Nan Song is silently doing psychological construction for himself.

"Clap!"

Shen Du unscrewed the gas stove, and the blue flame jumped up instantly. He put the washed rice into the pot first, and after a while, there was the sound of bubbling water vapor.

Tired after standing for a long time, Nan Song simply pulled a chair from the dining table and sat at the door of the kitchen. Looking at Shen Du's elegant and skillful figure cooking porridge, Nan Song silently took out his mobile phone to take a sneak shot open.

But this time, before she had time to focus, she saw the man in the viewfinder suddenly turn around and look at her speechlessly.

"Are you all that interested in my ass? Just slap my ass every time?"

(End of this chapter)