Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 362 Shen Du: "Aren't you so courageous? Are you still afraid of this?" Nan Song: "You connotate me?"

Lian Xi on the other end of the phone was still kept in the dark: "Ah? No signal is not good, I can hear you, can't you hear me?"

"Hello? Hello? Lianxi? The signal is bad, I'm really dead, we'll talk about it tomorrow, bye."

Then, Nan Song hung up the phone resolutely, and the silence finally returned to his ears.

Knowing that Lianxi would continue to call, she simply pressed Do Not Disturb, and sure enough, the phone started to vibrate three seconds later, and she knew without thinking that someone in the group was sending messages.

[@南松, Song Song, is what you just said true or false? 】

【Are you really with Shen Du?Why are you with Shen Du? 】

[Damn, I smell gossip, do you two have something? 】

【No, don't you hate him that much?There should be no adultery. 】

[Aren't you good sisters?Sisters are too big to share with us if there is any gossip? 】

Looking at Lian Xifa's word "adultery", Nan Song's mouth twitched: "."

Feeling Lianxi's continuous cannonball, Nan Song knew that within ten seconds, Tao Siran and Guan Qing would definitely be talking in the group soon, and the whole group would become a battlefield to attack her.

Wo Ri, three-on-one, it's fucking scary to think about it, so Nan Song turned off the phone tremblingly.

At this moment, Shen Du's voice suddenly came from the front: "You don't change your face and your heart beats when you tell a lie."

"What did I lie about?"

"Tell your mother that you're at your friend's house now?" Shen Du asked back with a hint of banter in his tone.

"Otherwise what can I say? I said I'm with you?"

"It's not that Aunt Bai doesn't know me, so what if you tell me?"

However, Nan Song felt that this was not the case at all: "Knowledge is acquaintance. The lonely man and widow are together this night. What do you think my mother will think if she finds out?"

Shen Du snorted softly: "Aren't you so courageous? Are you still afraid of this?"

For some reason, Nan Song always felt that his sentence "Aren't you so courageous" was connoting her seriously.

The image of myself being frightened by those stinky hooligans and holding my head to the side to hide just now came to my mind, Nan Song twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Shen Du, are you mocking me?"

The young man scoffed, "Think whatever you like."

After walking for about 20 meters, I finally saw a 24-hour convenience store not far ahead with its lights still on.

"You look very thin, why are you so heavy?"

One of the taboo things for adolescent girls is when others talk about their weight, and Nan Song immediately exploded.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is heavy? I am obviously not heavy at all!"

"The person behind your back is me now, do you think I have no right to speak?"

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Thinking that the two of them are not familiar with each other after all, Nan Song resisted the urge to hit this person on the head.

In fact, when she had to ask Shen Du to carry her on her back just now, her stomach didn't hurt as much as before, it belonged to the point where she could walk forward slowly even though it was still painful.

But she just wanted to frustrate this man's spirit, and wanted him to carry her on his back.

But the question of weight really irritated her a bit, so Nan Song didn't want to talk anymore.

As she walked, she adjusted her posture on Shen Du's back, and then lay down again.

Shen Du's eyebrows moved slightly, because he seemed to feel a soft touch on his back.

The boy's face sank, and he didn't think much about what it was.

At this point, there was no one in 711 except for a clerk, Shen Du put the person down at the door.

"Wait here."

"Yeah." Nan Song answered while arranging the hem of the skirt on the steps.

Shen Du entered the convenience store.

There is a big road at the entrance of this 711. From time to time on the road, cars whizzed by with the night wind, bringing a wave of heat on people's faces.

Nan Song propped his elbows on his knees, and looked at the main road with his face in his hands. At a certain moment, a sudden sense of hunger came from his stomach.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

Shen Du was standing on her left, Nan Song caught a glimpse of a pair of legs from the corner of his eye, turned his head slowly, and raised his head again: "What's wrong?"

"Go in, the hot water is connected, do you want me to deliver it to you?"

Nan Song was slightly stunned, a little speechless: "Didn't you let me sit here and wait for you?"

The standing person sneered: "I just want to see if you will run away a second time."

Nan Song was stunned for a full two seconds before finally realizing what he meant by this sentence.

It's too cheap, this person is really too cheap.

Aunt Ye and Uncle Shen are such gentle and lovely elders, how could their sons be like this?
She really couldn't figure it out, even more so than the last big math problem she didn't solve in the college entrance examination.

But the person was under the eaves, so he had to bow his head, not to mention that this person saved her once just now, she endured it.

Nan Song finally chose to compromise. She stood up and patted the dust on her skirt, and walked into the convenience store with a cold face.

Shen Du followed behind her, and the two sat down by the window.

Nan Song picked up the paper cup and took a sip of hot water at a suitable temperature. He felt that the tense thoughts that had been tense tonight finally relaxed a little.

Nan Song could see clearly, the female clerk at the cash register glanced at her and Shen Du several times.

The hair is disheveled, the cheeks are dirty, and there are blood-scabby wounds on the arms and calves. Sitting with a young man who is sitting in a sloppy posture, this picture is indeed suspicious no matter how you look at it.

Nan Song sniffed and looked up at the female shop assistant.

"Hello, is there a bathroom here?"

Who doesn't love a beautiful sister?

Seeing Nan Song asking herself, the female clerk replied enthusiastically: "Yes, come, I will take you there!"

Nan Song smiled: "Thank you."

She stood up, walked to the shelf where sanitary napkins were sold, took a pack of the brand she used frequently, and put it on the cash register.

"Let's settle the bill."

"Ok."

Nan Song put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform skirt, but he couldn't touch anything except his mobile phone.

She dropped her little purse, which is fucking outrageous.

Ah, it's really bad luck today, Nan Song complained silently in his heart.

Standing in place and thinking for a while, she turned around and looked towards the window. Shen Du was holding a cup of hot water and looking out the window. The cuffs of the boy's white shirt were rolled up to his forearm, revealing a section of his wrist.

Shen Du's wrist bones are beautiful, his fingers are slender, with well-defined joints, and he holds the paper cup in his palm with his hands crossed.

His side face was reflected on the glass, which was somewhat blurred due to the light and shadow effect.

"Hello." Nan Song said.

Shen Du didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't respond, and continued to look out the window, motionless.

(End of this chapter)