Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 308 You two must never get divorced and bully others in this life.Nan Song: Well, I think so too.

At this moment, Shen Du who walked to the door of the kitchen suddenly turned his head to look at Nan Song, and what he saw was a woman who was smiling brightly.

Nan Song, who was drinking water from a cup, didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, and the moment his eyes met, he was suddenly choked.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Shen Du raised his eyebrows, walked over and patted Nan Song's back lightly, she didn't expect him to come over suddenly, her little heart trembled and her cough became more intense.

After a while, Nan Song finally calmed down a little, and looked up at the person in front of him.

"You can choke like this even after drinking water. Why, were you distracted just now?"

Sensing the playfulness in his tone, Nan Song couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"What does it matter to you whether you are distracted or not? Cook your meal and go."

After speaking, he walked to the sofa with his small water glass in his arms and sat down. Shen Du looked at Nan Song's back with some guilt, and curled his lips.

Ever since he was a child, he had never been instructed in such a tone.

But he didn't feel angry and wronged, damn it, this is very licking a dog.

Walking into the kitchen, Shen Du saw the small white casserole on the stove at first sight, he walked over and opened the lid to have a look.

Although the contents of the pot still exude a fragrance, judging from the sticky shape, it does seem a bit strange.

Shen Du frowned slightly, picked up the spoon next to him, scooped up a little bit, and took a closer look, before finally coming to the conclusion that the thing in front of him was mung bean soup.

It's just that there are too many mung beans, the soup is a little less, it looks more like mung bean paste.

It turned out that last night I vaguely felt that someone was feeding me something, that was not an illusion.

The corner of the domineering president's mouth became even more curved. He turned around and went to the Nakashima platform to pick up his mobile phone, and went back to the kitchen to take a picture of the mung bean soup in the small casserole.

"Crack!"

A crisp voice came into Nan Song's ears, she was slightly stunned, and subconsciously turned her head to glance at the kitchen door.

What is this dog man doing?How many selfies do you have to enjoy while cooking a meal?
Is it too exaggerated?
Nan Song silently scorned in his heart, and then continued to browse Weibo.

After a while, the sound of ding ding dong dong finally sounded in the kitchen.

After scrolling through Weibo, Nan Song leisurely clicked into WeChat to reply to Zhou Shuwei's message, but saw a little red dot on "Found" and clicked on it.

Why does this avatar look so familiar?

Nan Song clicked into Moments, and when he saw Shen Du's post, he was stunned for a moment, because the pot of mung bean soup in the photo was too conspicuous.

Ah this?

Isn't this the mung bean soup she cooked last night?How did it look so sticky? ? ?

It looks like.
Forget it, anyway, it was the first time she cooked it herself, so she won't insult herself.

Shen Du's post didn't have any text other than the photo.

I glanced at the release time - 1 minute ago.

At this moment, Nan Song was a little unclear about how he felt in his heart.

In just a few seconds, the mood was between "Shen Du, a dog man, took a picture of my mung bean soup and posted it in Moments. Is he trying to show off?" and "You can post it, at least make it beautiful. What do you mean by being so shitty?" Jumping back and forth between them.

In the end, Nan Song didn't like or comment, and pretended not to see it and just swiped over.

Click into the chat page with Zhou Shuwei.

Zhou Shuwei: [The woman who fell into the vortex of bullshit romantic love has passed overnight. May I ask if your dog man's life was saved? 】

Just by reading the text, Nan Song knew that Zhou Shuwei was intentionally teasing her about leaving Shen Du alone on the sofa in the living room to sleep at the beginning of last night.

Without further ado, he flicked an emoji with a panda's head rolling its eyes.

[Save it, I'm making breakfast in the kitchen now. 】

Zhou Shuwei: [Even if you have a conscience, you thought you would really let others stay by themselves all night. 】

Nan Song crackled and typed non-stop.

[I made mung bean soup for him last night, and slept on the sofa all night, and woke up in the morning with a sore back!Do you know the result?This dog man didn't even say thank you!I tui! 】

Zhou Shuwei returned soon.

【Everyone has gone into the kitchen to wash your hands and make soup for you. Isn't this an expression of gratitude? 】

Nan Song thought for a second and then replied——

[He wants to eat breakfast himself, and he didn't cook it for me alone. 】

But even Nan Song didn't realize that when she typed this sentence, there was a faint smile in the corner of her eyes.

Zhou Shuwei: 【. You are really difficult to serve as a woman, and I never thought that the president of the dignified Yunyi Group would have such a good temper in front of his wife. 】

Nan Song pouted.

[Shen Du is also difficult to serve, okay?I'm on the same level as him. 】

Zhou Shuwei: [Then you two must not get divorced and bully others, just torture each other for the rest of your life, and treat it as charity. 】

[Yes, that's right, I think so too. 】

After sending this sentence, Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then read the last few sentences of the conversation with Zhou Shuwei several times.

Why did she think so?She didn't think so before.

Staring at the word "divorce" in Zhou Shuwei's words, Nan Song lost his mind.

She didn't feel it when she didn't think about it, but now that Zhou Shuwei said that, she suddenly realized that these two words hadn't appeared in her mind for a long time.

Damn, it's amazing.

After chatting with Zhou Shuwei, Nan Song casually clicked into the circle of friends again, and found that there were several comments under the news that Shen Du just posted.

Tang Yuchuan: [What the hell is this?your breakfast? 】

Jiang Yizhou: [Why does it look like shit? 】

Tang Yuchuan replied to Jiang Yizhou: [I really wanted to say this, but I didn't dare, brother, your head is really hard. 】

Jiang Yizhou replied to Tang Yuchuan: [It's okay, he can't hit me even through the network cable, our boss Shen really has a strong taste. 】

Lin Jia replied to Jiang Yizhou: [Don't reply to my WeChat, just spanking and chatting here, Jiang Yizhou, you have the guts, don't come back tonight. (Smile)】

Jiang Yizhou replied to Lin Jia: [No, wife, I was wrong]

Looking at Tang Yuchuan and Jiang Yizhou's Nan Song: "."

Although she really wants to scold these two people bloody, but one thing to say, the mung bean soup that has been stuffed into a pile overnight is indeed a bit strange.

On second thought, but so what?

What I made can only be criticized by myself, Shen Du hasn't said anything yet, these two are talking about it here.

Nan Song replied to Tang Yuchuan: [Are you tired of living? 】

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jia replied: [Sister, please don't open the door for him tonight and let him sleep on the street, thank you. (Smile)】

Nan Song threw the phone on the sofa and leaned against the soft pillow.

　Thank you for your red beans, recommended tickets, and monthly tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)