Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 2 As long as you are enough bitch, you can do it

Nan Song squinted at Xiao Huangmao's back: "Who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Zhou Shuwei poured Nan Song a glass of black square: "It is estimated that one of them brought friends, hey! Don't worry about it."

The amber liquid was flowing in the transparent glass, Nan Song picked it up and took a sip.

"Who thought of the sand sculpture greeting just now?"

Zhou Shuwei: ".I thought, don't insult my talent with low-level words like sand sculpture, okay?"

Nan Song raised his hand and brushed his long hair with a cold expression.

"It's well written, I didn't bring you a gift for nothing."

"I have a gift? Where is it?" Zhou Shuwei's eyes were shining.

"It's in my suitcase, go straight to my house after a while, and stay at my place tonight."

Zhou Shuwei readily agreed: "Okay!"

In the next second, he immediately realized something.

"and many more."

"What's wrong?" Nan Song turned to look at her.

"When you said going to your home, did you mean Lushui Nan'an or the Feili Mansion?"

"Is there a difference? You can return to both places."

"Of course there is a difference! Where is it?"

Nan Song looked at Zhou Shuwei with a nervous face, and spit out four words: "The South Bank of Lushui."

"That's good, that's good." Zhou Shuwei breathed a sigh of relief with an exaggerated expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"

"No, sister, after all, the Feili mansion is the common home of you and Shen Du. If I don't ask clearly, what if you take me there? Wouldn't I seek death for recklessly intruding into your family's territory?"

Shen crossing.

Hearing this name, Nan Song froze for a moment.

"So what if it's the home I share with him? I can take whoever I want back home."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Even if I bring a man back, it has nothing to do with him."

When Zhou Shuwei heard this, she couldn't speak properly: "What the hell? Songsong, you...do you have other dogs outside?"

Nan Song glanced at her speechlessly: "I'll just say it casually."

"Can you blame me for this? You and Shen Du have been married for so long and have always seemed to be divorced. If you really have another man outside, it is not impossible."

Nan Song straightened his back and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Correct you, we are far from our appearance."

Zhou Shuwei gave a thumbs up decisively.

"Brilliant, absolutely amazing!"

Seemingly inseparable, this word describes the kind of couple who at least stay together most of the time even though they are at odds psychologically and emotionally?
But what about her and Shen Du?

They have been married for more than a year, and the number of days they stayed under the same roof did not exceed 30 days. Among the 30 days, there were five days because they had to appear together because of a family reunion during the Spring Festival last year.

Usually in the Feili Mansion, Shen Du can't even see a hair, but only occasionally goes to live there.

In Nan Song's view, the Feili mansion is not like her and Shen Du's wedding room, but more like one of his footholds where he flies around the world to handle official business.

But all of this doesn't matter to her, she and Shen Du were originally a business marriage, how can there be any good men and women in the adult world?
In this divorced marriage, two people just get what they need.

No one owes anyone, okay?
What's more, there is money to spend, there are bombs, and no one cares about it. Except for an extra red book in hand, there is no difference at all from when you were not married, so why not do it?
That's why Xiao Huangmao's remark of "leaving with a whole body of emotional pain" just now made her feel funny.

It was indeed because of Shen Du that she left Yuncheng suddenly half a year ago, but it was because what Shen Du did violated her bottom line.

It has nothing to do with whether she was hurt or not.

"However, there is one thing to say, Shen Du's money is really good to use. All my spending in Los Angeles in the past six months has been paid by his card. Every time I spend a sum, I imagine that I slapped him in the face. Don't be too cool."

Zhou Shuwei: "How did you manage to scold the man Shen Dugou for spending his money with such peace of mind?"

"Want to know?" Nan Song looked at Zhou Shuwei.

The latter chick nodded as if pecking at rice, with an open-minded expression on his face asking for advice.

Nan Song lifted his chin lightly and twisted his slender waist.

"As long as you are enough bitch, you can do it."

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Nan Song took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the table full of wine, stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"it is good."

The box originally had its own bathroom, so there was no need to go outside, but when I walked to the door, I found someone inside.

The lights in the corridor were dim and blurred, and the noise in the box was isolated behind him. After Nan Song came out of the bathroom, he washed his hands and put on his makeup by the way.

She leaned her mobile phone against the cold wall, added the photo she just took, and was about to post a circle of friends. Her slender and white fingers decisively typed six words in the blank space.

[Yuncheng, long time no see. 】

Pressing the green publish button, Nan Song put the phone in his bag contentedly.

The box is at the end, and you have to go through a long corridor. The corridor is about three meters wide. There are boxes on both sides, and you can faintly hear the noise coming from inside.

Nan Song was in a good mood tonight. He was humming along the way, and what he was humming was a famous sand sculpture song that he heard by chance recently - "Inflation".

It's the yodeling that she really can't learn.

"If I want to be self-willed, I will be self-willed. If I want to be stubborn, I can be stubborn. Let's see what you can do to me. If I don't want to be hesitant, I won't be hesitant. If I don't want to be confused, I won't be confused. What could be more inflated than this? -"

"Oh!"

As soon as the voice of the last word fell, there was the sound of a wine bottle breaking in the box on Nan Song's right.

She glanced at the door of the box lightly, and continued to walk forward with no expression on her face.

Just two steps away, the door of the box was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and at the same time, there was a burst of girl begging for mercy.

"Please, let me go! I don't want to"

Before he could finish speaking, the leading man slapped him.

"Slap!" The slap fell firmly on the girl's face, followed by a whimper.

"Sister, help me."

Hearing this weak call for help, Nan Song frowned slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he stopped and turned his head to look.

Those few men all had tattoos on their arms, and when they spoke, they looked like old society people.

"What are you?"

Nan Song frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he felt that he should also follow the rules, and said four words lightly.

"Hey, why are you?"

The men were obviously stunned by Nan Song's rhetorical question, and they looked at each other.

"No, what are you doing? Don't act bravely with me here. With your skinny body, brother, I will punch you ten times."

When Nan Song heard this, she suddenly rebelled. She smiled, very charmingly.

"Ten punches with one punch? My brother is so powerful, I really want to see it."

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One of the wretched men touched his chin and looked Nan Song from head to toe.

(End of this chapter)