Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 183 "I wish you instant noodles without seasoning packets! Cans without pull tabs! Milk tea without straws!"

Compared with marrying in the past, you have to endure a lifetime of facing an unattractive or even disgustingly ugly face, and the situation of being a stepmother.

Nan Song finally chose Shen Du willingly among all the marriage partners.

After all what could she do?She can't wrong her eyes for the rest of her life, can she?
Later she figured it out, there was nothing wrong with Shen Du being annoyed by her, but since it was a commercial marriage, there must be no other involvement other than profit.

From a certain point of view, the simplest things in this world are often interests. Everyone only talks about money and not about feelings, which is very convenient.

After marriage, everyone plays their own things, and on the surface, it's okay, and they don't need a bicycle.

Nam Song thought so at the time.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was the sound of a wine glass shattering on the floor. In a daze, Nan Song was startled, and his thoughts of recalling the past broke instantly.

She looked down, and the wine glass fell to the floor at some point, and there were glass shards at her feet.

Nan Song withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, collected his mind, and stopped thinking about the past.

Sitting there in silence for a while, she dragged the bag thrown on the sofa with her backhand, opened it and took out the lipstick.

She hadn't noticed it before looking carefully, but now she noticed that there were a few faint fingerprints on the black metal case of the lipstick.

The picture of a strange woman holding this lipstick and applying it to her lips instantly appeared in Nan Song's mind.

Maybe that woman wearing this lipstick will kiss Shen Du?
Nan Song's fingers trembled suddenly, and instantly felt that this lipstick was really dirty, and she didn't even want to touch it again.

"Clap!"

The anger in her heart finally reached its peak at this moment. With a turn of Nan Song's slender and white wrist, the lipstick flew out of her hand and hit a small ornament on the shelf.

The little ornament was made of ceramics. After being hit by the lipstick, it shook twice and finally fell to the ground.

The sound of ceramics shattering instantly resounded throughout the room, and the movement was even louder than when the wine glass shattered just now. It was quite shocking to hear it in an extremely quiet environment.

Nan Song's cold eyes fell on the lipstick and the pile of broken porcelain on the ground, and she felt that her heart was also placed on the pile of broken porcelain at this moment, being crushed mercilessly.

When she was young, she said that she was ignorant and empty-handed, so she would not like her.

On the night of the wedding, he said that he could give her money, power, and status, but he would not give her love.

So she never expected those things, but later it was clear that he slapped her face with his own hands and said that he liked her.

And then, this lipstick that suddenly appeared out of nowhere disrupted everything and brought everything back to its original shape.

After a long time, there was a muffled voice in the living room——

"Shen Du, you are really a bastard."

In the next few hours, Nan Song didn't know how much wine he drank, he only knew one sip after another, one bottle after another.

Finally got drunk and finally lay down on the carpet and fell asleep-
At five past seven in the evening, Nan Song was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Because she was still drunk, she unresponsively reached out and touched the phone that fell on the carpet. When she pressed the answer button, her eyes were closed, and she didn't even see who the caller was.

"Which one?"

The other end of the phone was quiet for a second, and then Shen Du's voice came.

"are you sleeping?"

"Um"

There was a strong drunkenness in Nan Song's voice, which sounded vague and lazy.

Shen Du seemed to sense something was wrong, and asked, "Where are you now? Have you returned to Feili's mansion?"

Nan Song could understand every word, but when combined, he couldn't understand the meaning of the other party. The heavy alcohol in his body made Nan Song completely lose his ability to think, and could only speak instinctively.

"Who are you?"

Nan Song suddenly uttered such a blunt tone, and Shen Du on the other end of the phone froze for a moment.

"Nan Song."

He started calling her name.

Nan Song ignored him, and continued to reach out to touch the wine bottle with distracted eyes.

"Nan Song."

Shen Du called out again, this time his tone was clearly more serious.

"What are you yelling at, you? Who are you?" Nan Song was not happy anymore, and suddenly said this.

This time, Shen Du finally discovered the problem.

"you've been drinking?"

"It's none of your business. Who are you? It's so lenient."

Nan Song held the thin neck of the wine bottle and babbled one sentence after another.

In a daze, a key word flashed through her mind.

What did this person say just now?Oh, it seems that he asked her if she went back to Feili Mansion.

Why is the name Fei Li Mansion so familiar?
Nan Song fell into deep thought, his head hurting.

Oh, she remembered, the Feili Mansion is where she lives, where she and Shen Du live.

Shen Du?

Damn, isn't that the peerless scumbag who cheated her feelings?How dare you call her? ? ?
Nan Song, who was drunk, was irrational and cursed directly.

"You are Shen Du, right? Why do you care about me? Who are you, you? Ah? You scum! You bastard!"

Shen Du who was scolded inexplicably: "."

"Where the hell are you now?" he asked again.

Thinking it was too tiring to hold the phone with his hands, Nan Song simply turned on the speakerphone and threw the phone on the sofa to talk.

"What does it matter to you where I am now? Isn't there someone else already? Go find your sweetie, why are you looking for me?"

"Didn't you bastard say you wouldn't like me seven years ago? You slapped yourself in the face and fell in love with me, and now you're messing around again."

Nan Song's voice was intermittent, but it did not prevent Shen Du from hearing what she said clearly.

"I've never seen such a scumbag man like you! You are just a piece of sugar cane, and after sweetening, there are scumbags left, and it's the kind of sweetness that is super short-lived! Go, go and find your vixen outside! I wish you From now on, I will block the toilet when I go to the toilet! Eat instant noodles without seasoning packs! Buy soda cans of Coke without pull rings! Buy milk tea without straws!

"."

Shen Du was silent for a moment, then said: "Nan Song, I think I need to remind you, I never eat instant noodles, and I don't have to queue up, let alone squeeze the bus."

Nan Song: "."

Damn, she forgot when she got excited, this man seems to be a rich and powerful asshole who pushes the president.

But still the same sentence, you can't lose your momentum if you lose anything!

"I care so much about you? Anyway, scumbags are not allowed to house!"

Really couldn't listen to Nan Song's nonsense anymore, Shen Du directly cut off the phone.

(End of this chapter)