Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 26 Don't Let It Get Cold

From Nan Jiashu's description, Nan Song didn't have a good impression of this person.

If it fell into her hands today, Feng Qiyu deserved it.

But what Nan Song never expected was that Feng Jiliang, the old man who protected his son, would call Shen Du directly.

What age is it?Still engaging in the practice of suing behind the scenes?
On the small balcony, Shen Du and Nan Jiashu had already consumed half of a bottle of red wine, and the latter was already a little dizzy from drinking it.

Shen Du looked at the young man in front of him who was already a little drunk.

"Speaking of which, do you know Lu Huaichuan?"

Because of drunkenness, Nan Jiashu's eyes were filled with a layer of watery light, and he blinked: "I know."

Shen Du hesitated in his heart, and decided to get straight to the point.

"Did your sister ever like him?"

Nan Jiashu was taken aback for a moment, tilted his head to think for a few seconds, and said slowly, "I don't know about that."

"Has your sister brought you to meet Lu Huaichuan?"

"Can't remember."

"Has your sister ever told you whether Lu Huaichuan is chasing her now?"

"I never said that."

Looking at Nan Jiashu, Shen Du's face darkened visibly.

According to the information sent by Chen Mingyu, Nan Song and Lu Huaichuan had the most contact during the time in the entertainment industry. She had no friends except Zhou Shuwei, and the closest relative was this younger brother.

It would be too obvious to ask Zhou Shuwei directly about the situation, so he decided to attack Nan Jiashu, but this kid didn't know what to ask? ? ?

Shen Du suddenly felt that the wine tonight was a bit dull.

He got up and went back to the bedroom. Nan Song lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something, but Shen Du only glanced at her and didn't speak.

Two minutes later, Nan Song got up and went downstairs to pour water, and came back after a while.

"Shen Du, are you still a human? You don't know how to send Nan Jiashu back to the bedroom after pouring Nan Jiashu like that?"

The thoughts of the person lying on the bed were interrupted, Shen Du opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Nan Song lightly, and in the next second, he closed his eyes again.

Nan Song: "."

He originally planned to send Nan Jiashu back to the bedroom, but that brat himself lost this opportunity at the most critical moment, well, don't blame him, go to sleep.

Nan Song arranged the little drunk in the bedroom downstairs, went upstairs and entered the room, stood by the bed and looked at the man who was sleeping peacefully, and finally couldn't help muttering——

"Your grandma's, you don't feel sorry for your younger brother, do you?"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. Nan Song deliberately made the movement of lifting the quilt very large, with a sense of revenge, almost all the quilt on Shen Du's body was overturned.

At this moment, a faint man's voice sounded in the room.

"I feel sorry for my own brother, so please cover him with the quilt quickly, so that he doesn't catch a cold."

Nan Song: "."

As expected, she was a veritable old coquettish dog, and she didn't take the title wrong at all.

But you can flirt as you please, and my wife is not a vegetarian.

Nan Song slowly folded the quilt in his hand into a block of tofu, and then covered it with "his younger brother" in Shen Dukou. He said it was a cover, but from the strength, it was better to say it was a pressure.

"Come, come, cover you, cover everything for you!"

Although the quilt was soft, it still weighed a certain amount when folded into one piece. Shen Du felt a slight pain. Due to conditioned reflex, he trembled all over and opened his eyes instantly.

".Nan Song!"

"A little bit!"

After the plot succeeded, Nan Song reacted very quickly, slipped out of the bedroom, quickly ran into the next room, closed the door and locked it, all in one go.

Heh, cub, fight her?
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At eight o'clock the next night, Yunyi Group.

Shen Du stood in front of the tall and bright floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the street scene below his feet, his figure was silent.

"Is there any movement from Lu Huaichuan?"

Chen Mingyu stepped forward: "There is no movement, but recently the atmosphere on the Internet has begun to change again."

Shen Du turned around and looked at Chen Mingyu, motioning for him to continue talking.

"Since the video of Lu Huaichuan being interviewed on the day of his return to China at the end of last month was exposed on the Internet, the scolding in Madam's Weibo comments has not stopped, but in the past two days, the Internet has become much quieter.

Those unscrupulous marketing accounts that spread rumors and sparked wars seemed to have disappeared overnight, and they were all gone. Even those Lu Huaichuan fans who cursed indiscriminately shut up. "

Shen Du thought for a second, then raised his eyebrows lightly: "Nan Song did it himself?"

Chen Mingyu shook his head: "According to my opinion, it's not like Madam solved it by herself. Madam is busy preparing for the upcoming exhibition these days, so she probably has no time to take care of these things."

Shen Du pursed his thin lips, thoughtfully.

If the woman didn't solve it by herself, then someone staged a big show of thieves shouting "stop the thief".

Shen Du sneered, there was no trace of warmth in his deep eyes, it was really a good plan.

"Give me Zhou Shuwei's contact information."

Chen Mingyu was stunned: "Miss Zhou?"

"Correct."

"Alright Mr. Shen."

A few seconds later, Shen Du received a series of mobile phone numbers on WeChat, and he immediately dialed them.

The person on the other end of the phone quickly picked up.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Shen Du."

"Mr. Shen?" Zhou Shuwei sounded a little puzzled, and raised her eyes to glance at the person sitting opposite her.

"Correct."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I wonder if Miss Zhou is convenient now? There is one thing I need to talk to you about."

There was no emotion in Shen Du's voice, but the more it was like this, the more disturbed Zhou Shuwei felt.

"I'm sorry Mr. Shen, please wait a moment."

After saying this, Zhou Shuwei put the phone down from her ear, turned off the speakerphone and covered the receiver.

"Songsong, do you think it should be convenient for me now?"

Nan Song, who was sitting opposite her, was holding a glass of Carlsbery in his hand. The light and shadow of the light amber liquor was refracted on her slender white fingers by the overhead light, and there was a hint of agility in the halo.

Nan Song is wearing a dark green suspender skirt today, with slightly curly long hair tied in a loose low ponytail with a headband of the same color, hanging behind the slender fair neck, the whole person looks lazy and charming, Like a goblin.

But at this moment, Nan Song's face is not looking good.

The bar was noisy, so Zhou Shuwei turned on the speakerphone when she answered the phone just now, and she could hear the content clearly.

During this period of time, she was constantly immersed in various video conferences and emails, discussing various details with the organizer of the exhibition, and she was so busy that she almost threw up.

Finally had a chance to catch her breath tonight, so she went straight to Zhou Shuwei's bar to relax.

As a result, Zhou Shuwei suddenly received a call from Shen Du again, and she needed an interview, didn't that mean she wanted to come here?
(End of this chapter)