Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 361 Nan Song's eyes are firm: so I can't go home tonight, it's all because of you, you have to find a way for me
Nan Song's originally white and clean face had some dirty things rubbed against it somewhere, and now there are a few light black marks on his nose and cheeks, and he looks a little embarrassed.

In the embarrassment, there is a hint of coquettishness.

Shen Du couldn't help looking at it for a while longer, Nan Song noticed his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face.

"What are you looking at? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Shen Du nonchalantly said without changing his face: "No."

"Oh." Nan Song believed, and put his hand down again.

"And my arms and legs are injured. If I go home suddenly at this point, my mother will definitely be scared crazy, so I can't go home now."

"If you don't believe me, look."

Enduring the pain in his abdomen, Nan Song felt that he was not able to perform well, so he simply sat down on the ground and stretched his left leg towards Shen Du.

"here."

Shen Du looked along where Nan Song was pointing. Her legs were slender and fair, with a layer of beautiful luster under the dim street lights. He raised his eyes and glanced at Nan Song.

For a girl to just stretch her legs out for him to see, she is quite heartbroken.

Shen Du withdrew his gaze, the wound was on the outer right side of the calf, a gash about three to four centimeters, still bleeding, and the trace of blood that flowed to the ankle was already a little dry.

He frowned slightly: "When did you do it?"

Nan Song shook his head: "I don't know, I guess I accidentally scratched it somewhere while running."

At that time, in order to avoid those people, the two of them ran very fast indeed. There were some sundries and bamboo poles piled up on the path, and she was wearing a short skirt with exposed legs, so it was really easy to be accidentally scratched.

"And here." Nan Song bent his right arm and moved towards Shen Du.

"I got it here too, you bumped into it when you pushed me into the wall."

For some reason, Shen Du always felt that he could hear the meaning of "so this is your fault and you have to be responsible to me" from the second half of her sentence.

"Well, I bumped you when I pushed you in, so what?" he asked back.

Nan Song put down his hand, his eyes were firm: "So I can't go home tonight, it's all because of you, you have to find a way for me."

Seeing her silent, Shen Du felt like being blackmailed for the first time in his life.

After a long ten seconds passed, he looked down at the wound on Nan Song's calf and arm, and then at her pale face.

Shen Du took a deep breath, finally nodded as if accepting his fate, and said a word lightly.

"Row."

After speaking, he stood up and reached out to Nan Song: "Get up."

"I have a stomachache and I can't get up."

"Then what are you going to do? How can you leave if you don't get up?"

The person sitting on the ground looked up at him, with a pair of clear deer eyes sparkling.

"You carry me."

Shen Du: "."

He thought he had heard it wrong.

"Can you say that again?"

Nan Song frowned, with a painful expression on his face: "My stomach really hurts, and I can't walk."

Shen Du looked up at the sky, and turned his neck left and right.

Then squatted down in front of Nan Song: "Come up."

These two words, Shen Du almost popped out from between his teeth.

Nan Song was happy for a second, and at an angle that Shen Du couldn't see, he grinned and lay on his back, with his arms still around Shen Du's neck.

There was a light fragrance lingering in the girl's arms, and the moment Nan Song's arm touched the skin of her neck, Shen Du's neck trembled.

At four o'clock in the morning, the broad street was empty, and the boy walked forward with the girl on his back.

Just about ten meters away, Nan Song's mobile phone rang in her hand. She picked it up to take a look, and subconsciously muttered: "Ah, my mother called me."

Shen Du heard it, but didn't speak.

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, Nan Song's thoughts began to spin rapidly. It's so late now, deliberately not answering the phone will only make her mother more worried, and maybe she will call Lianxi and the others later.

Nan Song decisively pressed the answer button: "Hello, Mom."

Bai Shuyin's voice on the other end of the phone was very calm: "Xiao Song, have you arrived at Lianxi's house?"

"It's already here. I just finished washing and lay down on the bed. I'm with everyone."

"Well, that's good, remember to go home early tomorrow."

"Good mother." Nan Song answered the question in a very well-behaved tone.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Du obviously felt the person on his back breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Song called Lianxi again.

"Hey, Lianxi, are you three together now?"

"Here, what's the matter?" Lianxi's voice was mixed with other people's voices and singing, and he knew he was still in the KTV.

"If my mother calls you later, just say that I'm with you, at your house, you know?"

Lianxi heard something was wrong, and quickly asked: "What's the matter? What happened? Is auntie looking for you?"

Nan Song felt that what happened tonight was not clear in one or two sentences.

"A little incident suddenly happened on my side. It has been resolved now. I won't go to your side tonight. I will talk to you about the details tomorrow."

"Okay, are you all right?"

"It's okay, don't worry."

"Ok."

"Hey wait!" Lianxi seemed to suddenly think of something.

"what happened?"

"If you didn't go home, where are you now? Who are you with?"

Nan Song paused, glanced at the back of Shen Du's head, lowered his eyelashes, and lowered his voice.

"Just, a classmate."

When Shen Du heard her words, he glanced back casually.

The sisters have been together for a long time, and the tone of the other party's speech can tell whether there is something tricky about each other. For example, Lian Xi immediately noticed something wrong with Nan Song's tone.

"A classmate? Which classmate? Do we know each other?"

Nan Song knew that once this topic was opened, it might be difficult to stop, so he wanted to end this topic quickly.

"It's nothing, I'll tell you about it another day, hang up first."

"No, you wait." There was a hint of gossip in Lian Xi's tone of stopping Nan Song from hanging up the phone.

"Hanging up the phone in such a hurry, there must be something tricky! Is that classmate male or female? What's his name? Is he next to you now?"

"."

There was no other way, Nan Song had no choice but to confess: "Yes, next to me."

"Who the hell? Do we know each other?"

"You know each other."

After finishing speaking, he added two words: "Shen Du."

Lian Xi was thoughtful on the other end of the phone: "Oh, Shen Du. Damn it? Who? Shen Du? Why are you with Shen Du this late at night?"

The reason for being with Shen Du?This is really not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Nan Song began to act: "Hello? Hey, Lianxi, why are you silent? Is the signal bad?"

(End of this chapter)