Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 277 "It's not that I haven't seen your wonderful carcass, I've even touched it, so what's there to be reserved about?"

Seeing Nan Song woke up, Shen Du didn't have any expression on his face. He raised his eyes and glanced at the infusion bottle hanging beside her bed, and it was about to bottom out.

"It's almost over, let's go home."

"it is good."

Nan Song agreed, his voice a little languid because he just woke up.

When Shen Du heard this delicate and soft "Yes", his eyes that had already moved away fell back on her.

After watching it for a while, a sentence came up: "Even when you are sick, you are so restless when you sleep."

Nan Song didn't understand the meaning of his words, and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

"It's okay to sleep ugly when you're at home, but it's the same on the hospital bed. Arms and legs are put here and there, and you're not afraid of pulling the infusion needle out of the blood vessel on the back of your hand?"

"."

Listening to his written description, Nan Song already felt real and intense pain, and put on a painful mask instantly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Nan Song felt that he still hadn't slowed down: "It's okay, I just think your language is quite graphic, and you are a rare writing talent."

Shen Du ignored her nonsense, turned around, walked to the table, turned off the computer, put it in his bag and put it away.

Nan Song looked up at his infusion bottle, then pressed the call bell on the bedside.

After putting it away, Shen Du turned around, looked at the blue and white striped hospital gown on her body, and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you need me to help you change your clothes?"

Nan Song was sitting up from the bed, subconsciously looked down, and looked at Shen Du vigilantly: "Thank you, no need, wretched man."

You actually said that I was wretched, and now I will return this adjective to you, hum.

There was a hint of joking in Shen Du's expression: "I changed your hospital gown, what do you mind now?"

Nan Song looked up at him: "I don't mind, I just don't want you, an old rascal, to see my wonderful carcass."

Shen Du: "."

This sand sculpture woman always said that he likes to talk dirty, isn't she the same in her bones?
A complete set of sassy words come out of your mouth, just like having a memory palace in your head and only need to switch gears when you need it.

"It's not that I haven't seen your wonderful carcass, I've even touched it. What's there to be reserved about?"

At the same time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a nurse came in.

"."

Obviously, the little nurse had heard what Shen Du said just now clearly, and stood blankly at the door, wondering whether she should come in or not.

Seeing the little nurse's expression, Nan Song instantly understood: "."

The knives flew towards Shen Du one by one, swishing and merciless.

Then she saw the little nurse coming in with small steps and walking in front of Shen Du. The little nurse was not tall, a full head shorter than Shen Du, and although she looked fierce, she lacked momentum.

"Sir, this is the People's Hospital. You are not allowed to do things you shouldn't do in the ward. Please find the right occasion and respect yourself."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Nan Song who was sitting on the hospital bed, and added: "I also respect your wife."

Shen Du: "."

After realizing the meaning of the little nurse's words, Nan Song tried his best to control himself from making a frenzied pig laugh.

Shen Du turned his head and glanced at Nan Song, he didn't speak, and didn't bother to explain.

Taking the needle, stopping the bleeding, and withdrawing the bottle, the little nurse's movements were smooth and smooth throughout the process, and she quickly left the ward. Before she took it to the door, she gave Shen Du a meaningful look.

Shen Du didn't notice the little nurse's eyes, but Nan Song did, so he began to taunt: "Mr. Shen, I'm afraid you're going to be hot in this hospital."

Shen Du didn't answer her words.

"If you don't want me to help you change your clothes, just change them yourself, and hurry up."

Nan Song held a cotton swab in his left hand, pressed the needle hole on the back of his right hand, and looked at Shen Du with disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you still human? I'm a patient. I just finished the IV. The eye of the needle is still hurting all over the back of my hand. Why are you treating me so badly?"

Shen Du looked at her stern look, turned around and walked towards the door, "click", and locked the door behind him.

"Since the eye of the needle is hurting the entire back of the hand, it must be very inconvenient to change clothes by yourself. Let me help you."

While talking, Shen Du approached Nan Song, who was like a woman from a good family who was persecuted by villains, clutching her collar tightly and shrinking back.

"What do you want to do? Take my clothes off? I told you I'll change it myself, and the little nurse just told you clearly that this is a hospital, please respect yourself."

Shen Du's slender and well-knit fingers had already climbed onto the first button of the hospital gown, and Nan Song was angry: "Hey, why don't you talk about martial arts, I told you to do it myself—"

"Fuck you."

Before he could finish the last word, Shen Du interrupted him, and he was so fierce.

In the end, Nan Song's clothes were stripped clean, and then he changed into the pajamas that he was sent to the hospital when he fainted.

After the discharge procedures were completed, the two left the hospital gate, and the car drove towards Feili Mansion.

While waiting for the traffic lights on the road, a call came in from Shen Du's mobile phone. Nan Song, who was sitting in the co-pilot, glanced at it, and it was Chen Mingyu who called.

Shen Du looked in the direction ahead expressionlessly: "Hello."

"Boss, will you come to the company later?"

"I'm not coming, I'll arrange something tomorrow."

"Okay, understand."

"Ah."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Because it is connected to the Bluetooth in the car, Nan Song can hear the conversation between the two clearly.

She just came out of the hospital and couldn't stand the cold, so she put on a Shen Du suit jacket.

Nan Song raised his hand to brush the hair on both sides of his cheeks, raised his chin slightly, and looked arrogant.

"If there is something in the company that requires you to go there, you can leave after sending me off. You don't have to stay at home to take care of me. I can do it by myself."

"Ah."

Shen Du responded lightly, but Nan Song heard perfunctory from this single syllable.

Ok?
What is he?

Ah Xi, it's really hard to communicate with the domineering president who cherishes words like gold.

After arriving home, Shen Du didn't go to the company again, and Nan Song didn't act like a monster anymore. Before going to bed, they answered a call from Shen's old house asking about the situation, and the two fell asleep.

A very ordinary and peaceful night.
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Nan Song didn't know if Shen Du really didn't have many things on hand recently, but this person only went to the company the next day, and stayed at home after he came back.

Day three too.

Until this state lasted for nearly a week, one day Nan Song finally couldn't bear it anymore.

During lunch, a sentence suddenly popped up: "Tell me the truth, is Yun Yi going to go bankrupt?"

　Six more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)