Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 29

Zhou Shuwei suddenly sat upright, with a very sincere expression.

"You are my sister, he is my benefactor, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom it is to be a million dollars ah so much money ah I'm so happy I'm going to pass out ahhhhhhh"

Nan Song: "."

An hour later, the hour hand on the wall pointed to eleven.

Nan Song was just lying on the bed after washing up and getting ready to rest, when a WeChat notification sounded on her phone, she took it over and clicked on it.

[Is Zhou Shuwei's house so comfortable? 】

In a short sentence, Nan Song read a trace of provocation, and she didn't know why this dog man was emotional tonight, so she became even more angry.

[Yes, it's comfortable, very comfortable, as long as it's not where you are, it's comfortable for me. 】

Nan Song sent this sentence and waited leisurely for a reply.

Five seconds later.

[Then you can enjoy your last comfortable night over there, and you will have no chance in the future. 】

As the saying goes, hit a snake and hit seven inches, Nan Song's little heart was properly stimulated by this sentence.

【So you put so much effort into buying Zhou Shuwei's house, because you simply don't want me to live with her? ? ? 】

[Yes, yes, yes, what's wrong? 】

The short seven words revealed an extremely insolent bastard aura, and Nan Song wished he could get out of bed immediately and plunge into the swimming pool downstairs to cool off.

[Wow, Shen Du, you bastard, you are really perfect, even a thousand mountains and birds are not as perfect as you!Go fart you. (The other party put a fart in your direction.jpg)]

Shut down, sleep, out of sight, out of mind.
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Eight o'clock the next morning.

Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei sat opposite each other on the dining table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and each had an exquisite breakfast in front of them.

"Absolutely, but I think it is indeed a bit handsome. I didn't expect your Shengou to be so possessive. It took a lot of thought but just to let you go home more often. Don't you think it's very romantic? ?”

"It's not romantic, I just think it's stupid, and you're also stupid if you agree with his actions."

"."

After breakfast, Nan Song put on lipstick in the vanity mirror, sorted out the details of makeup and hairstyle, put on a small bag and blew a kiss to Zhou Shuwei, with a very contrived gesture.

"Baby, I'm going out, bye!"

Zhou Shuwei also blew a kiss back.

The car drove from the underground garage to the main road, and was still adjusting the turning angle at a constant speed. From the corner of Nan Song's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a group of people rushing towards him.

Reflexively, she slammed on the brakes.

Looking back, there were men and women onlookers, and everyone was talking to her with long guns and short cannons.

At this moment, Nan Song was only thankful that the windows of her car were closed, otherwise, these long guns and short cannons would definitely blow her head off, and the car was completely surrounded and unable to move forward at all.

There are many rich people and celebrities living in Fenglin Green City, and it is common for reporters to appear here.

But she didn't know how long these reporters had been squatting here, let alone whether they had admitted the wrong person.

The security guards at the entrance of the community quickly rushed over to evacuate the crowd, but due to the large number of reporters, the effect was minimal.

Nan Song called Zhou Shuwei.

"Hello, Songsong."

"Come down, I'm surrounded by a group of reporters, right at the gate."

Zhou Shuwei on the other end of the phone obviously didn't react: ".Reporter? Why a reporter?"

"I don't know."

"Wait for me, I'll come down right away!" Zhou Shuwei hung up the phone after leaving this sentence.

Nan Song looked at the zombie-like reporters outside the car window, and suddenly recalled July two years ago in her mind. During that time, she also experienced the same scene at this moment, even more serious than now.

The only difference is that two years have passed, and her temperament has changed a lot. Looking at the chaotic crowd outside, Nan Song's heart is calm and her eyes are cold.

The sound insulation effect of the car window is very good. You can only see the mouths of the people outside opening and closing, but you can't hear what they are saying. Nan Song opened the car window with a tiny gap to let the outside sound come in.

"Miss Nan, may I ask if your old relationship with Mr. Lu Huaichuan has rekindled?"

"This is Mr. Lu Huaichuan's residence. When you come out from here, are you already living together?"

"Miss Nan, have you divorced Mr. Shen Du, the president of Yunyi Group, or are you cheating on your marriage?"

"Miss Nan, please answer our questions!"

"Miss Nan!"

"."

A series of messy questions slammed into Nan Song's ears like a drum. She closed the car window, her face blackened into a lump of coke.

May I ask what kind of questions she heard just now? ? ?
For some reason, Nan Song suddenly recalled the incident that Shen Du called her to go home last night.

Will there be a connection?
Or did that man have long expected this situation to happen?
Nan Song fell into deep thought. Although she was very reluctant to admit it, this was the first time since she had been married for so long that she regretted not listening to that dog man's advice.

The mood suddenly became extremely bad. Looking at the dark crowd outside, Nan Song blew his horn wildly, but it didn't do anything.

The security department notified that more people were coming, and then slowly evacuated the reporters. Zhou Shuwei walked through the tight crowd and got into Nan Song's car. Before closing the car door, she heard the lingering voice of the reporter who was still asking questions.

"Damn it, what's going on?! Why the fuck is it related to Lu Huaichuan?" The person sitting in the co-pilot looked shocked.

With no expression on Nan Song's face, he drove the car onto the main road.

"Mostly it was set up by someone."

"Who is it?" Zhou Shuwei looked puzzled.

"From now on, use your clever little brain to think carefully about a question. Why do you think Lu Huaichuan suddenly and inexplicably moved into Fenglin Green City? It just happened to be your opposite door."

Zhou Shuwei frowned and thought for a few seconds, her expression slowly relaxed: "For you."

"He knows that I have a good relationship with you, and you will often come to live with me, so he did it on purpose from the beginning."

Nan Song didn't speak.

"Your Shen Du suddenly decided to buy my house because of this."

Zhou Shuwei's lips parted slightly, she was already dumbfounded.

"Holy shit, shit, shit, this man Lu Huaichuan is really scheming."
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Yunyi Group.

Shen Du usually had a habit of burning incense when he was working. A slender and straight incense stick was burning in the upper left corner of the desk, and now it was emitting green smoke, and the whole office was filled with a faint fragrance of aged thuja.

Shen Du held a small bronze incense spoon in his hand, and was slowly picking out the incense ash.

"Has the transfer of Miss Zhou's property been settled?"

Chen Mingyu nodded: "Boss Shen, everything has been taken care of."

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