Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 228 "Mr. Chen Shen, isn't this posture a bit too shameful?"

Nan Song's heart was seized in an instant.

Damn it, how did this dog man manage to make his deep voice still have a sense of charm?This damn is a peerless male goblin.
Nan Song swallowed unconsciously, and suddenly had a thought of molesting the man behind him.

I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, has this old coquettish dog forgotten that she is also good at talking coquettishly?Did he really think that he would never meet his opponent?
Ha ha.

Nan Song sneered in his heart, turned around while switching expressions instantly, and wrapped his arms around Shen Du's neck.

She was half a head shorter than him, and at this moment she lightly rested on her toes and looked up at him.

"Yes, I just miss you, why, is it not allowed?"

When Nan Song said these words, the ending was slightly upturned, Shen Du looked down at her, and gently rubbed the thumb of his left hand on her slender waist.

Although separated by a layer of fabric, Nan Song still felt itchy because it was too thin.

"Then why didn't you tell me you missed me on the phone?"

Shen Du's breathing was a little warm, and he asked slowly, word by word, waiting for the answer from the person in his arms.

"Because I didn't think of you at that time."

"That's what I started thinking after I hung up the phone?" Shen Du answered the phone very calmly.

"Well, almost."

Nan Song's tone was light, with a casual and indifferent look.

Shen Du got closer, and he could almost see her curly and long eyelashes clearly. His right hand moved up from Nan Song's waist, and put it on her soft and fair cheek.

During the gentle rubbing movements, Nan Song felt a faint lust.

"From now on, please ask Mrs. Shen to think of me earlier and more, so that I will be happier."

Before Nan Song had time to react, she instantly flew into the air and was picked up by Shen Du.

"what!"

Nan Song let out a soft cry, and stretched out his hand reflexively to grab Shen Du's neck.

Shen Du hugged her and walked towards the large desk, Nan Song's face turned red instantly.

"Mr. Shen Shen, isn't this posture a bit too shameful?"

The more flustered she was, the more she set off Shen Du's calmness.

"What's there to be ashamed of? It's not like I haven't hugged like this before."

Nan Song: "."

Although the truth is true, this is the fucking office!Office!
She was carried by Shen Du in a face-to-face posture. This posture looked easy, but it actually tested the strength of the two people's waists.

Nan Song has been filming on the set during this time, and his body is actually a little tired.

Now being hugged by Shen Du like this, I feel that I can't exert my waist at all, and I have a feeling that I will fall off in a second.

Nan Song firmly grabbed Shen Du's shoulder: "Ah, no, no, no! I'm going to fall—"

As soon as the last word fell, she froze for an instant and did not move anymore.

Shen Du supported her soft buttocks with both hands.

Nan Song: "."

So presumptuous, this dog man is really presumptuous.

In the next second, Nan Song was placed on the desk. She supported the edge of the desk with her hands, panting slightly, and the broken hair on her forehead was a little messy.

Seeing her like this, Shen Du seized the best opportunity to tease her.

"I haven't done anything yet, why are you so unbearable?"

Nan Song choked, subconsciously raised his leg and kicked the person in front of him: "You still have the face to say such things? This is the office, Shen Du, I found that you are really inhuman!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shen Du grabbed Nan Song's leg that wanted to commit the crime, and a warm and dry sensation came from the slender ankle, and Nan Song's whole body seemed to have been electrified.

Shen Du raised his right hand to loosen the tie around his neck, and the movement of pulling it to the side carried a strong hormonal aura.

Nan Song stared blankly at his action for a second.

She has always liked Shen Du's action of pulling the tie, because she thinks it is very handsome, coupled with such a face, it can make her completely confused.

But for the sake of saving face, Nan Song never told him about it.

The corners of Shen Du's lips hooked slightly, his upper body slightly bent down, and his arms were propped by Nan Song's side.

"That's inhumane? I'll let you see what is truly inhumane later."

Hearing his words, Nan Song subconsciously raised his head back and hid, while Shen Du stepped forward.

She was shocked, what the hell? !Dog man for real?Is it a little too stimulating at the desk?
Wanting to try is really wanting to try, but feeling ashamed is also really ashamed.

A battle between heaven and man began in Nan Song's mind, and when she was thinking about whether to compromise or resist, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

Both of them froze, their eyes met.

Shen Du turned his head to look at the door, his voice was a little heavy: "Who?"

"I'm the boss. The takeaway you asked me to order has been delivered. Can I bring it in for you?"

Chen Mingyu's voice came from outside the door.

Nan Song subconsciously looked at Shen Du, the man pursed his thin lips tightly, and he didn't seem very happy.

Wow, Chen Zhu came at the wrong time, it seems that he is about to be murdered by his boss.

Shen Du closed his eyes and let out a breath, as if he was suppressing a certain subtle mood in his heart.

He stood up, stretched out his hand to hug Nan Song, arranged her hair and collar, and raised his chin slightly to gesture towards the sofa over the coffee table.

"Sit there and eat later."

Although he didn't know why there was food all of a sudden, Nan Song obediently agreed with "yes" and walked towards the sofa.

Shen Du opened the door, and met Chen Zhu who was standing at the door.

Chen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, wondering if his feelings were wrong, why did he feel a chill behind his back at the moment his eyes met?

The boss's face looked dark, could it be that he had a fight with his wife inside?
Then leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Chen Mingyu thought about it, and said, "Boss, take your time, I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

"Ah."

Shen Du uttered a syllable from his nasal cavity, and he could tell that he didn't want to say a word, so Chen Ming and quickly slipped away.

Shen Du closed the door, put the takeaway on the tea table, and bent over to tidy up.

Nan Song propped his chin: "When did you order takeaway?"

Shen Du continued with the movements of his hands.

"Just now I heard you said that you haven't had lunch yet, so I sent Chen Mingyu a WeChat message to ask him to call."

Nan Song nodded thoughtfully, and then realized something.

"So you want to do something with me so boldly, because you forgot to ask Chen Zhu to order takeaway?"

(End of this chapter)