Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 3 Does the temperature matter to him?
"But let's not talk about it, you're skinny, you're pretty attractive—"

After finishing speaking, he reached out his paw to touch Nan Song's face, before he got close, Nan Song slapped him blankly.

"Snapped!"

The air in the corridor was instantly quiet, and a few red fingerprints appeared on the wretched man's face.

"Smelly bitch, I'll give you a fucking face—"

"Snapped!"

Before the man finished swearing, Nan Song slapped him again. After the slap, he patted each other with his hands a few times, as if he was shaking off something dirty.

The wretched man was completely stunned this time, he turned his head and yelled at the younger brothers: "What the hell are you doing in a daze? Give it to me!"

A few people realized it later, and rushed towards Nan Song screaming and screaming.

Nan Song raised his hand and threw his bag to the girl lying on the ground.

"Take the bag."

The girl has quick eyes and quick hands, and she catches it steadily.

Taekwondo moves that I haven’t used in foreign countries for half a year plus the three tricks to deal with stinky hooligans-leg kicking, knee bumping, and toe kicking, I didn’t expect the combination of the two to be so effective.

Nan Song even felt that it would not be a problem to have a few more such idiots.

After 2 minutes, all the idiots fell on the ground and turned into men.

Nan Song clapped his hands, stepped on high heels and walked towards the girl with an elegant pace.

"Bag."

The girl stared at Nan Song in a daze, eyes full of shock and admiration, and carefully handed Nan Song's bag over.

"Sister, sister, you are so powerful and handsome when you fight."

Nan Song lowered his eyes and glanced at her, expressionless on his face, and then looked at the few people lying on the ground moaning in pain.

The chin is raised slightly, the neck is slender, and a black dress makes her look like a noble black swan.

"If you don't leave here now, I don't have the time to help you in the United States when these grandchildren get up later."

Nan Song turned around and left after saying this, without even leaving an extra look.

She has never been a helpful person, and the idea of ​​the Holy Mother's kindness does not work for her. Her principle of doing things has always been only four words——

Be alone.

If the girl hadn't taken the initiative to ask her for help just now, she would have acted as if she hadn't seen anything, even Shen Du had said before that she has no warmth in her soul.

Damn, does the temperature matter to him?

Thinking of the name Shen Du, Nan Song was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. After returning to the box, he downed a large glass of wine depressedly.

Zhou Shuwei didn't know where she went, she was no longer in the box, and waves of noise kept pouring into Nan Song's ears.

For some reason, Nan Song suddenly felt that everything in front of him was a bit dull at this moment.

I took out my phone from my bag and clicked into WeChat. In just half an hour, the Moments post received hundreds of likes and N comments, and many people even sent private messages.

Nan Song wasn't interested in taking a closer look, so he glanced roughly at it.

The business partners at work, the rich wife I met at the usual reception, and some domestic exhibition organizations, the content of the messages sent by everyone are all the same——

When did Miss Nan return to China?Have time to have a drink and a meal together?
Nan Song knew exactly how many people in this false greeting really wanted to have a meal with her rather than for themselves.

Feeling bored after sitting for a few minutes, Nan Song took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Zhou Shuwei. As soon as he dialed, the door of the box opened, and the person who came in was Zhou Shuwei with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Nan Song looked at her.

"Songsong, did something happen to you when you went out just now? Did you get bullied?"

Nan Song understood instantly, and said lightly: "Oh, those grandchildren who beat people? I wasn't bullied, and I was just going to talk to you about it. Did they bother you?"

Zhou Shuwei shook her head: "No, they didn't look for me, the police came to look for me."

Nan Song paused: "Police?"

"Ah."

"Who called the police? They made trouble before they had the guts to call the police? What kind of devil's operation is this?"

"Those grandchildren said they didn't report it. I guess someone saw it when you were fighting and called 110 for meddling in your own business."

Nan Song closed his eyes.

"So what do you mean? Do you need me to go to the Public Security Bureau?"

"Yes."

Well, the only good mood left tonight was completely lost.

The two have been friends for many years. Zhou Shuwei understands Nan Song's character, and is afraid that she will be rebellious at this juncture.

Just thinking about how to appease him, he heard Nan Song say "yes", and then strode towards the door.

When Zhou Shuwei followed, the police had already come towards them along the corridor, followed by the people who were beaten by Nan Song just now, all of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, and they went straight to the police as if they saw Nan Song and Lord Yan Uncle hides behind.

She stretched out her hand and counted, hey, why is there one less?
"I'll deal with the follow-up here, and then I'll pick you up."

Nan Song glanced at those people lightly: "Okay."

The next second, she took out her lipstick and a small mirror, and raised her chin: "Wait a minute, I'll touch up my makeup."

Uncle Policeman: "."

Zhou Shuwei: "."

Ladies, you are going to the Public Security Bureau, not to see a show in Milan!

As soon as the police car drove away, Zhou Shuwei hurriedly took out her mobile phone tremblingly and dialed a number, muttering something while dialing.

"Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva, don't let today be my death day, I will burn incense for you"
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At ten o'clock in the evening, Jinzhou Avenue was full of traffic and people. Next to the avenue was the Yuncheng Financial Center, a land where every inch of land was expensive. At this moment, it was brightly lit and bustling.

The headquarters of Yunyi Group is located on the west side of the financial center. The exterior of the building is black, white and gray, and it stands in the night in the form of a split-level structure, towering into the sky.

In the CEO's office on the 24th floor, Shen Du was having a video conference with his partner in Australia. The man was dressed in a pure black business suit, with a handsome face and deep eyes.

Shen Du looked at the screen with a cold expression, and with his thin lips slightly parted, a string of pure American pronunciation spread in the air, which was quite pleasant.

At this time, Chen Mingyu's cell phone vibrated suddenly. He looked up at the people in the meeting, and went outside the corridor to pick it up.

"Miss Zhou."

"Chen Chen Chen Chen Special Assistant, something happened!"

Chen Mingyu's expression changed instantly. The person who called was Zhou Shuwei, and he opened his mouth with such a large amount of information. He guessed who had the accident in a second.

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

"."

Three minutes later, Chen Minghe hung up the phone, took a deep breath and walked into the office. The meeting was not over yet, and Shen Du didn't even give him a look.

Chen Mingyu was so anxious that he went up to interrupt, either not interrupting or not, walking around in place with his mobile phone, like a spinning top.

(End of this chapter)