Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 208 The large washbasin provides an excellent venue for the old color batch
Nan Song opened the mic passionately and breathed out fragrance without mercy, and Shen Du who was standing at the door looked at her calmly.

Five seconds later, the frightened Nan Song finally came to his senses, staring at Shen Du's eyes, wishing to immediately spew out two small angry flames and burn the dog man in front of him to death.

"You, you, how did you get in?"

As we all know, when people are extremely relaxed physically and mentally, their voice will tremble when they are severely frightened. At this moment, when Nan Song opened his mouth, he realized that he seemed to be sifting through the chaff.

Shen Du gracefully hung the two small keys in his hand on the door, his movements were a little careless: "I told you not to force me, but you didn't believe me."

Nan Song heard that he was calm and breezy as if nothing had happened, and his desire to peel off his dog's skin became stronger.

She was about to speak when she saw Shen Du walking in with his pajamas.

Thinking of his current naked situation, for some reason, Nan Song felt a faint sense of weakness in his heart, and he began to retreat reflexively.

"what are you doing?"

Shen Du's expression was calm: "I said that when I was outside just now, I want to take a bath with you."

After analyzing the current situation, Nan Song finally decided not to touch this dog man's Ni Lin.

After all, I am naked now, and the possibility of being directly executed is extremely high. She is a smart fairy, how could she put herself in such a dangerous situation?

Thinking of this, Nan Song's eyes suddenly fell on the marble sink.

At the beginning, I didn't know who was in charge of supervising the decoration of this house. For something like a sink, shouldn't the width of the countertop be enough?Isn't it enough that the toiletries can be put down?
In the end, it had to be so spacious that the whole person could sit on it without any problem. Isn't this an excellent venue for an old pervert like Shen Du who likes to try various postures? ? ?
I can't figure it out, it's really hard to figure it out.

People's thinking is divergent. On a previous night, the image of Shen Du carrying her from the bathtub to the sink instantly came to mind.

In the next second, Nan Song's face turned red, and even his ears were burning hot.

Shen Du noticed her strangeness, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why is your face so red? Are you uncomfortable?"

Nan Song's wandering thoughts were instantly brought back by his voice. The moment the two looked at each other, Nan Song heard the heart beating in his chest.

It seemed as if it was about to break through the shackles and jump out of the throat in the next second.

She silently took a deep breath and calmly stabilized her mind.

"No, I guess the temperature of the water is too high, and my face is red from steam."

Shen Du didn't speak immediately after hearing this, but just looked at her without saying a word, the more he looked at her, the more he felt that Nan Song's face was blushing abnormally.

He took a step forward: "Are you sure the water temperature is too high to make your face red?"

"Yeah!" Nan Song nodded hurriedly.

She was reminiscing about such a shameful scene, how could she let the dog man know?
After hearing this, Shen Du took off his clothes, walked under the shower and touched the water with his hand.

"But the water isn't hot, it's even a little cold."

Nan Song's mouth twitched: "."

At this moment, she really wanted to grab his face and ask - Shuiliang is none of your business!The police in the Pacific are so wide-ranging? ? ?

When I was anxious, I was not very polite when I spoke.

"Do you want to wash it or not? If you want to wash it, wash it quickly, and if you don't wash it, go out."

The corners of Shen Du's lips twitched, and he smiled meanly: "Of course I have to wash it. It took a lot of effort for him to come in. How could he not wash it?"

Hearing the word "renjia" in his words, Nan Song felt a chill in his stomach.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to calm down her desire to curse.

"Shen Du, although I know that you are very flirtatious and flirtatious, but for the sake of my health, can you stop flirting all the time and make a notice in advance? People are not mentally prepared. Sudden fright in a situation where there is nothing to do can easily go wrong."

Shen Du pretended not to understand the meaning of scolding him in her words, and replied very shamelessly: "I can't do anything about this matter, sometimes inspiration comes suddenly, and it can't be stopped, you also do it Art, should you understand what I mean?"

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Nan Song looked at Shen Du with astonishment in his eyes: "Art? You actually called your Sao Xue art?"

"Is not it?"

After a second of silence, Nan Song squeezed out an awkward but polite smile: "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen you so shameless."

Really complied with that sentence, the words were not speculative, Nan Song was too lazy to talk to him, rolled his eyes and turned around to adjust the temperature of the shower water.

In the next second, there was a burst of warmth from her back, and she could feel that it was Shen Du's hand.

In the haze of water mist, Nan Song turned around and looked at the person standing in front of him, with a sense of defense in his expression and tone: "What are you doing?"

Shen Du lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes looked a little hot in the hazy mist.

"In this situation, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Nan Song didn't wear shoes. At this moment, she really felt what is called toe grip. She took a small step back.

"I'm flying early tomorrow morning. I'm going to rest after washing up quickly. Don't do anything for me."

Shen Du grabbed her slender and white wrist, pressed it against his chest, and said lightly: "What are you afraid of? In short, it won't delay you."

After the words fell, he took another step forward. Nan Song already felt that his back was about to touch the cold wall.

"If you say there will be no delays, then there will be no delays? You don't fly the plane, so don't worry if it's not your job, right?"

Shen Du lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Although I don't fly a plane, I can let you drive my plane away."

Nan Song was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about driving his Agusta to Quancheng when he joined the filming team last year.

but listen to him
"What do you mean? You mean I can still drive your little plane away when I'm filming this time?"

"Ah."

Nan Song thought for a while, and said solemnly: "That's not necessary. The last time Agusta deliberately drove you away because he didn't like you, purely for revenge and anger at you."

Nan Song's hair was wet with water, and a few strands stuck to her forehead and cheeks uneasy. The wet black hair made her skin fairer.

Shen Du's eyes darkened, and the hand that was caressing her back moved a few inches, and landed on the waist. His fingers moved slightly, and Nan Song felt a little itchy, and subconsciously twisted his body.

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