Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 269 I just said why my face hurts a little in the morning, what the hell, are you domesticating me while I'm asleep? ? ?

Feeling Shen Du's eyes looking at enemies, Nan Song explained: "Then, I didn't do it on purpose."

Shen Du looked at her with a calm expression: "Your tone sounds a little regretful."

Nan Song:?
She suspected that the man's reading comprehension skills were more or less lacking.

"If it wasn't intentional, I almost abolished me. If you did it on purpose, then it's okay?"

After leaving these words, Shen Du got up from the bed and began to change clothes.

"I haven't woken up from my sleepiness this morning, and when I opened my eyes and saw someone beside me, who wouldn't be frightened?"

With his upper body bare, Shen Du went to the closet and picked out a shirt, and looked at Nan Song while putting it on.

"Speaking of this, I'm really curious if you have the habit of giving yourself sleeping pills before going to bed at night. I called you several times when I went to bed and you didn't wake up, and even slapped your face. You didn't move at all. , are you a pig, are you sleeping so soundly?"

After Shen Du's words fell, Nan Song raised his hand and touched his left cheek, with an expression of sudden realization.

".I fucking said why my face hurts a little in the morning. I dare you to beat me??? Fuck, Shen Du, you raped me! You actually hit me while I was asleep!"

Shen Du: "."

"I don't know which word in my sentence just triggered your drama button again, but I can emphasize one point a second time, what I said is that I slapped your face, not hit you face, there is still a big difference between the two.”

Nan Song covered his face and stared at him: "Is there a difference? Everyone has a different definition of slap and slap, and you are a person who has been exercising all the year round. With such strong hands, a light slap can withstand a heavy slap from others." Maybe?"

Shen Du pursed his thin lips tightly, watching the actor in front of him without saying a word, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "If you really want to know the difference between slapping and hitting, I don't mind doing it on your face again." A slap, let you feel it for yourself."

"Look! You said slap! Did you miss it? You just slapped me! Do you admit it?" Nan Song caught the loophole in his words.

Shen Du heaved a long sigh, looking at Nan Song as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"I don't care about you."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, still buttoning his shirt.

Seeing this, Nan Song jumped off the bed at once, without any slippers on, stepped on the floor barefoot and chased after her.

With one leap, the slender white arms climbed onto Shen Du's neck, and in the next second, Nan Song hung directly on his back, looking like a human-shaped pendant.

Nan Song's two long legs were tightly wrapped around Shen Du's waist, and both hands were free to rub his hair.

While rubbing his mouth, he muttered: "Dog man, hit me, how dare you hit me."

Because in my impression, this person seems to hate others touching his hair the most.

I still remember a long time ago when I was in the Shen family's old house, it was summer, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she and Shen Du took Shen Zhiyi, Shen Wanning and a few other relatives' kids to the orchard to pick pomegranates.

Standing next to Shen Du, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a leaf on his head, because she was born with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so she didn't think much about it at the time, and subconsciously reached out to take that leaf off for Shen Du.

As a result, as soon as her fingertips touched the leaf, she received a heavy slap on the wrist, which was slapped away by Shen Du.

Nan Song still had a fresh memory of the plot at that time, and the dog man uttered five words coldly——

"Don't touch my hair."

His tone was cold, his face was dark, and his attitude was so bad. At that time, Nan Song's self-esteem was suddenly hurt, and he immediately opened his mouth to argue with him loudly, regardless of the fact that there were still a lot of juniors around him watching.

"What's your attitude? I see a—"

"Just don't touch my hair casually, don't you understand?"

Before Nan Song could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by him, and he didn't know whether it was because he reacted too slowly or the dog man walked too fast at that time.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a pomegranate fell and "slapped" on his feet, and Nan Song realized that he seemed to have been bitten by this dog and Lu Dongbin.

At that time, she was so angry that she didn't take the initiative to talk to Shen Du for two whole days.

But it turns out that sometimes there is more or less truth to the old saying, for example—it’s not that a family does not enter a house.

Shen Du also froze for two days and didn't take the initiative to talk to her, and then flew directly to another place two days later, so that she didn't even see her again.

Later, Nan Song found an opportunity to ask Ye Lan, only to find out that one of the things Shen Du hates the most is that others touch his hair casually, and it has been like this since he was a child.

Even including Ye Lan and Shen Zeyun's parents.

At that time, Nan Song had one feeling: Shen Du is really difficult to serve, and it seems impossible for her to live in harmony with him under the same roof in this life.

After all, there are really too many bad things about him, and she also has a lot, so it is absolutely impossible for anyone to accommodate anyone else.

As for the next life, they probably won't be so unlucky and continue to be husband and wife in the next life.

The past flashed through Nan Song's mind, but in fact, only a few seconds passed.

Seeing that she was ruffling his hair deliberately, Shen Du wanted to pull him off his body as soon as his expression changed, but Nan Song clung to him like an octopus and couldn't get off.

Shen Du was short of breath, he stretched his powerful arm back, encircled Nan Song's neck and moved her to the side, and wrapped his other hand around her slender waist.

With another push, in the next second, Nan Song's whole body was switched in one direction and turned face to face.

It's just that this time the posture is different from before, and she is completely at a disadvantage.

A pair of long legs were still wrapped around Shen Du's waist, his two arms wrapped around her waist, and he carried her towards the bed.

When Nan Song saw that he was taking off his clothes, he suddenly became a little nervous.

"You you you what are you doing?"

Shen Duhei had a sullen face, he didn't intend to answer her at all, and directly pushed Nan Song down on the bed without saying a word.

"You're so excited when you wake up, and you seem to be full of energy? Then do you want me to take you to do something else to consume your energy?"

Nan Song, who was so aggressive just now, waved his hands again and again: "No need, no need!"

Shen Du sneered: "In my opinion, it is still necessary, otherwise you have nowhere to use your force."

At the critical moment, Nan Song began to lie without changing his face and heartbeat: "Zhou Shuwei has a cold, I'm going to her house to see her, I'm in a hurry to go out, don't make trouble."

The corners of Shen Du's lips curled slightly, and his tone was full of teasing.

"Last time, it was also said that Zhou Shuwei had a cold. Is your friend always in such bad health?"

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