Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 201 Do You Know I'm Old?Did you know that the sperm quality of a man will decline after the age of 30?
When Nan Song heard this, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

In the living room behind him, the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV. In front of him were children playing with firework sticks, and a few small snowflakes even fell in the night sky.

Under such an atmosphere, standing quietly felt pretty good.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Shen Du suddenly suggested.

"Okay."

Nan Song wrapped the shawl around his body a little tighter, and was about to go down the steps in the porch when he lifted his foot, Shen Du stretched out his hand to support her arm, and then handed his own arm to Nan Song.

"What?" she asked.

"Hold on."

Shen Du's voice was light, just these two words, neither too casual nor too tough.

Nan Song turned his head and glanced at the small yard. There were people everywhere, and neighbors who lived not far away. Everyone took advantage of this to come out to watch the fireworks.

At first, he wanted to subconsciously say "so many people, it's too boring", but Nan Song immediately remembered the words Shen Du said to himself in the shopping mall.

He said: You have to learn to get used to these things in the future.

Well then, don't be hypocritical.

Nan Song took Shen Du's arm, and the latter felt a burst of warmth, and the corner of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

Although this is an old-fashioned villa area, the architectural style and greenery are very good, which is more in line with the aesthetics of Nansong.

The two walked together, Nan Song explained his views to Shen Du, and Shen Du listened silently.

The two of them didn't come to the Shen family's old house very often on weekdays, so the neighbors didn't know them very well, but no matter what the circumstances, a handsome man and a beautiful woman would always be more eye-catching when they walked together.

Strolling along the path, Nan Song received a lot of admiring glances along the way, but Shen Du kept looking at the direction ahead without squinting.

When passing by a courtyard, Nan Song even heard a little boy say to his mother: "Mom, mom, look at that sister is so beautiful!"

Rarely, she turned her head and smiled at the little boy.

In the next second, the voice of the little boy came again——

"The uncle next to the beautiful sister is also very handsome, but he looks a bit older!"

Shen Du: "."

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then tried to control himself not to let out a pig laugh.

Shen Du turned his head and squinted at the person next to him: "What's so funny?"

Nan Song lowered his voice, and there was a hint of suffocated laughter in his voice: "I don't know if you heard that just now, that kid called me sister and you uncle."

The domineering president silently gritted his molars, gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words: "I heard it."

Nan Song let out a series of frenzied laughter.

"Mr. Shen, you are getting old, and you are no longer at the same level as your wife and me."

Shen Du looked at her embarrassing look, just wanted her to shut up quickly, and sneered: "You also know that I'm old? Then do you know that the quality of a man's sperm will start to decline after the age of 30?"

Nan Song's laughter stopped abruptly, and a little embarrassment flashed in the air.

Of course she knew the implication of Shen Du's words, and laughed at him for talking about this topic to her when he was old, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Nan Song shut his mouth tactfully and began to change the subject.

"By the way, I'm going to Zhaoshuihoushan tomorrow. I still plan to give my mother a bouquet of milky white double tulips. That's her favorite flower. What flowers are you going to buy?"

Shen Du noticed that she changed the topic extremely bluntly, but also knew that the relationship between the two of them had just eased up a bit, and there was no rush for the matter of having a baby, and everything had to be done slowly, so he didn't expose her .

Shen Du pondered for a second, then replied: "I'll buy a bouquet of Grazia carnations."

"En." Nan Song responded lightly.

Immediately, a flash of light flashed in his mind, as if he remembered something, Nan Song turned his head and looked at Shen Du in surprise: "So you sent that bouquet of carnations?"

"What?" Shen Du didn't react for a moment.

"No.13 in October last year was the second anniversary of my mother's death. On that day, I took Nan Jiashu to Zhaoshuihoushan. When I got there, I found that someone had sent flowers before us. It was a bouquet of Gela Zia carnations."

Shen Du nodded: "Well, it's me."

At this time, a gust of night wind blew through the air, accompanied by a few scattered small snowflakes, which fell on the shoulders of the two of them.

Looking into Shen Du's eyes, Nan Song suddenly couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment, feeling a little depressed.

"Why did you think of going to see your mother that day?"

Shen Du hugged her and walked forward slowly, with a warm and clear voice: "After I married you, I was abroad on the first October [-]th and I couldn't go, so what should I do on the second October [-]th?" go."

Nan Song's fingers grabbing Shen Du's sleeve suddenly trembled slightly. He originally thought that he was a very cold person in his bones, but he didn't expect that there were times when he was so careful.

"Ah."

Not knowing what to say, Nan Song nodded.

Shen Du looked down at her face, and chuckled lightly: "Why this expression? Are you moved?"

Nan Song looked slightly stunned, and raised his neck: "Me? Because you were moved? I can pull you down."

Shen Du snorted lightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Duplicate little sister."

Nan Song: "."

"Who do you think is the stinky sister? I think you are more or less a stinky brother!"

"You stink."

"You stink even more!"

"I don't stink."

".I said you stink and you stink!"

On New Year's Eve, on a warm New Year's Eve, the backs of two naive ghosts, bickering with each other, gradually drifted away on the path.
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The Spring Festival has passed in a blink of an eye. At the beginning of the new year, everyone has devoted themselves to a new round of work.

Nansong's new drama entered the group on March [-]th, which happened to be Women's Day. As early as the beginning of March, major stores had launched various advertisements for Women's Day.

Taking advantage of a few days of free time before joining the group, Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei made an appointment.

The two sat face to face in the western restaurant. Nan Song put the prepared gift on the table and pushed it in front of Zhou Shuwei.

"what is this?"

"Holiday gift, it will be Women's Day in a few days, and I will join the group at that time, so I will give it to you in advance."

Zhou Shuwei instantly had a heart-melting expression: "With sisters like this, a dog has no regrets!"

But at the same time, Zhou Shuwei's heart was pounding because she forgot to prepare a gift for Nan Song, and they would give gifts to each other in previous festivals.
Sure enough, after giving the gift to Zhou Shuwei, Nan Song looked at her expectantly with his chin resting on his face.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Shuwei blinked and asked.

"Where is my gift?" Nan Song asked.

Zhou Shuwei pursed her lips, thinking about how to answer this sharp question.

(End of this chapter)