Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 327 The dog man should be outstanding, after all, just, not bad

But thinking that for the rest of her life, she would have to rely on this tragically handsome face to maintain her passion for this marriage, after all, she still held back.

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

After thinking about it, Nan Song popped out such a sentence.

The corners of Shen Du's lips curled up slightly and he smirked: "I said it earlier, I'll restrain myself a little more, and it took only [-]% of my strength to reach it."

Nan Song: "."

Really Nima Sao broke his leg.

At this moment, it was almost seven o'clock, and the sunlight outside the window became even more dazzling, and a piece of soft and warm light just fell on the seat where Nakajima Tainansong was sitting.

The two of them were shrouded in that halo.

Under the soft light, Nan Song's white and delicate skin has a light luster, her facial features are exquisite and perfect, her eyelashes flicker, exuding a thrilling beauty.

The suspender dress set off her already protruding figure even more enchanting.

At first, he thought that the impulse in his body would be relieved if he interrupted it, but Shen Du found that it didn't.

Looking at Nan Song like this now, his throat tightened even more.

He simply tore off the tie and threw it aside, stepped forward and hugged Nan Song horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

Having been tossed so much before, Nan Song no longer has much strength, and now being hugged by Shen Du like this, he has no intention of resisting at all.

And, to be honest, if it wasn't because she was really out of breath, she actually didn't want to resist.

Although she has never kissed any other man besides Shen Du, but she has a selfish feeling that a dog man's kissing skills should be outstanding.

After all, it was a good experience every time, and it would be more comfortable if he didn't go crazy so that she wouldn't be out of breath.

Nan Song thought silently in his heart, in order to make himself more stable, his arms climbed onto Shen Du's neck unconsciously.

There was a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose, and Shen Du lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nan Song Piaoyuan's thoughts were pulled back in an instant, and he raised his head slightly: "Ah? I didn't think about anything."

"Then what are you doing with your thoughtful expression?"

Nan Song recalled what was in his mind just now, and muttered quietly for a long time: "It's none of your business."

Shen Du looked at her shy and pitiful appearance, which was very pleasing to the eye, so he didn't care whether she was a real reflection or an act.

After all, that's not what he's focusing on right now.

When Nan Song was placed on the big soft bed, he suddenly remembered to ask Shen Du a question.

"Why did you suddenly kill me today?"

Shen Du replied while taking off his clothes: "It's not too sudden, I wanted to kill him a long time ago, but I have been busy the past few days."

Nan Song raised his eyebrows with some dissatisfaction: "So it means you took time out of your busy schedule?"

Shen Du's movements of unbuttoning his shirt were smooth and smooth, without even a pause.

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

Nan Song: "."

"Mr. Shen, what else can you do besides learning how to speak from me?"

When the voice fell, Shen Du had already leaned close to her, his hoarse voice was a little gritty, and the content made Nan Song blush and heartbeat.

"I know a lot of things, Mrs. Shen, do you want to experience it?"

From the moment the man pushed himself down on the sofa and kissed wildly, in fact, Nan Song already knew that something was destined to happen here today.

But when he heard Shen Du's shameless question, Nan Song still showed an embarrassing but polite smile symbolically.

"Ask me means can I refuse?"

Shen Du said in a tone of resignation: "Of course, it's not possible."

Nan Song: "."

Bury your face in your arms and don't look at the people next to you.

"Tired?"

A man's voice came from the side, and Nan Song didn't know if it was his own illusion, but Nan Song always felt that there was a hint of gloating in the tone of Shen Du's words.

The subtext seems to be saying——

Mrs. Shen, didn't you just show off with me just now?Little old girl.

Nan Song replied weakly.

In fact, these words can be heard by individuals as lies, but in Nan Song's view, even if they are seen through, they must maintain their own face.

But immediately after, Shen Du's next sentence scared Nan Song almost straight up from the bed and jumped out of the window.

"Not tired?"

Nan Song silently felt the exhaustion of his body, and his little heart trembled with fright. He turned over and rolled the quilt around his body to wrap himself up, forming a zongzi.

"Banana peels from your grandmother's house!"

Summoning up the courage to curse out such a sentence, Nan Song felt much more refreshed.

Shen Du lay on one side, thinking about her curse words in his heart.

He has indeed been curious more than once, why is this woman's curse words always so strange?
Sometimes it was so strange that it even made him feel that this woman was not from Earth.

Weird. Lovely.

Nan Song turned his back to Shen Du, seeing her completely unwilling to see people, Shen Du curled his lips and leaned over.

As soon as the fingertips touched her arm, the phone rang.

Shen Du had no choice but to get up and go to the window to answer it first. The person on the other end of the phone was Chen Mingyu.

The light in the bedroom is ambiguous, and there is a sense of gentleness and rusticity.

The space was too quiet, causing Nan Song to roughly hear Shen Du's voice on the phone.

"Boss, there is still an hour. Will Fang Cheng and I come pick you up now?"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Du turned his head and glanced at the person lying on the bed, and found that Nan Song had changed his posture, his back was facing him just now, and now he was facing him, and he sat up cross-legged.

Shen Du was silent for a second, then said softly, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?"

Nan Song looked at him and sneered, what the fuck, he's still pretending.

"So you really took time out of your busy schedule to come over and have a fight with me? Shen Du, you are really good at it."

"."

"Why do you ask that?"

Shen Du's expression was magnanimous, and in Nan Song's view, he simply interpreted the word "shameless" to the extreme.

Nan Song wrapped the quilt around her body, revealing only her fair shoulders and a pair of slender legs.

"Hey, are you still pretending to me? I heard everything Chen Zhu said on the phone, you scumbag!"

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