Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 334 The so-called True Fragrance Arrives Although Late

"Yes." Nan Song spat out a syllable lightly.

"What? I didn't catch it."

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Nan Song gritted his molars, looked at the person in the video: "Shen Du, did you do it on purpose?"

"No, I really didn't hear clearly."

Nan Song took a deep breath and repeated it in a good-tempered manner: "I said yes."

This time, her voice was even louder than before.

Shen Du showed a satisfied smile: "Well, I heard clearly this time."

Nan Song rolled his eyes unabashedly at him.

After admitting that he missed him, Nan Song felt that it was impossible for him to talk for a day.

Because she felt like she was running naked in front of Shen Du now.

"Well, if there's nothing else to do, hang up first, I'll get up and eat something."

After sleeping for eleven hours without a drop of water, she was indeed a little hungry.

Shen Du nodded: "Okay, let's go."

"Ah."

Nan Song agreed, and while getting off the bed and putting on his shoes, he stretched out his hand to hang up the video, when he heard Shen Du's voice——

"The video is not hanging."

"Huh? Why?"

"I want to look at you."

Nan Song's old face turned red again uncontrollably.

".Ah this? Are you not busy?"

"I'm not busy now, I'm free."

As if he had guessed what Nan Song would say, Shen Du added word by word: "Very idle, quite idle, super invincible idle."

Nan Song: "."

At this moment, an emoji appeared in her mind——

A panda stretched out its hands and stretched its two ears upwards. The caption on the picture reads: I heard, I heard!Both ears heard it!

If it wasn't for the video, she would have given this picture to the dog man.

So in the end, Nan Song had no choice but to go downstairs with his mobile phone, ready to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

On the other side of the phone, Shen Du did what he said, staring at her while turning his pen the whole time, looking really idle.

Nan Song walked to the Nakajima stage, and because he needed to free up his hands to do things, he put his mobile phone on the side of the stage.

As soon as she put it on, she remembered that the place where she put the phone happened to be where she was sitting last time, and the picture of you and me with Shen Du at that time came to mind in an instant.

With a strange feeling in his heart, Nan Song moved the phone aside a little.

After searching around, but didn't find any ready-made edibles, Nan Song looked frustrated.

Shen Du saw it.

"No food? Let's order takeaway, or go out to eat with Nan Jiashu."

"Nan Jiashu and his classmates went on a graduation trip, and now they are not in Yuncheng."

Even Nan Song herself didn't realize that when she said this, her tone was slightly wronged, and it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

Shen Du looked at her and thought for a moment: "Where is Miss Zhou? Give her a call and ask her to accompany you?"

Nan Song was even more unlovable: "You mean Zhou Shuwei? Lin Xu just came back from Paris for a few days, and the two of them are fighting with each other now. How dare you separate them?"

Shen Du was serious: "What's there to be embarrassed about? A few days is enough for you to be bored."

After finishing speaking, he said, "Do you need me to call and dismiss Lin Xu?"

Nan Song gave an order: "Stop! Don't act rashly!"

"Okay." Shen Du was as quiet as chicken in soy sauce.

Nan Song looked at him with an unconvinced look, and said, "I'll just order a takeaway, and I don't have anything in particular I want to eat anyway."

"Well, that's fine."

"Then, hang up?"

"Okay, remember to sleep in my pajamas tonight."

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Nan Song didn't expect that he was about to hang up the phone, and he wanted to mention this, so he quickly pressed the hang up button angrily.

Before Shen Du on the other end of the phone was hung up, he saw Nan Song's distraught expression.

He hooked his lips, not at all unhappy because he was hung up on the phone, on the contrary, he is very happy now, wishing to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

On Nan Song's side, he had just said categorically on his front foot that he would not wear Shen Du's pajamas, but his back foot was slapped in the face.

The so-called real fragrance is late but arrives.

In the dead of night, Nan Song really felt the deep meaning contained in this sentence.

I don't know if it's because I slept too much during the day that I couldn't sleep at night. In short, Nan Song was still tossing and turning on the bed in the master bedroom at two o'clock in the morning.

Her mind was filled with the phrase "If you don't feel ashamed, just sleep in my pajamas" that Shen Du said to her in the video in the afternoon.

Shame It must be a bit shameful, but it is really painful to not be able to sleep.

As time passed, Nan Song's sense of shame had already been replaced by the desire to fall asleep quickly.

In the end, it disappeared without a trace very wisely.

"I'm sorry!"

At a certain moment, Nan Song turned over from the bed and sat up, stepped on the floor with his bare feet and quickly rushed into the closet like a small lightning.

The size of the closet is not much different from that of the master bedroom. Nan Song and Shen Du each occupy half of the space. In the middle is a long trapezoidal display cabinet filled with various famous watches.

Due to guilty conscience, Nan Song did not turn on the light, and a half-sized French window was opened on the north wall of the closet room, and the curtains were left open.

The cold jade-colored moonlight pierces the dark blue night, spills in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and falls on the faintly shiny floor, rippling gently.

Nan Song stretched out his hand and opened the wardrobe door where Shen Du hung his pajamas. This man seemed to like wearing smooth silk shirt pajamas very much.

The row that was easiest for her height to reach, all of them.

Nan Song's slender and white fingertips slowly slid over the row of pajamas, feeling warm and cool to the touch.

After picking and choosing, she finally took a hazy blue one.

The door of the closet was closed, like a thief, Nan Song hugged the pajamas tightly and ran to bed and hid in the bed.

Pajamas are a very private item of a person, sleep in a dog man's pajamas, feel what he feels.
Ahhh, what a shame, what a shame.

Nan Song curled his body into a boiled prawn, buried his head in the quilt, but kept kicking his two slender legs exposed outside the quilt.

The whole person looks like he has lost his mind.

Nam Song was tired because he was overdoing his own brainwork and thrashing too violently.

After calming down, she finally solemnly changed into Shen Du's pajamas with a sense of shame.

Needless to say, it's quite comfortable to wear, Nan Song made an evaluation in his heart.

In fact, this pajamas was originally a set, and there was a pair of trousers to match, but the trousers were too long, and the trousers had already fallen to the floor just after comparing them in the closet, so she gave up.

But in fact, the pajamas are not too short. In a set, Nan Song's entire buttocks are covered, and the clothes flutter on the thighs.

Like a ghost, Nan Song got out of bed and went into the closet again, turning around in front of the mirror, admiring it by the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)