Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 367 Nan Song looked at Shen Du: "Brother, don't you avoid it when I change my pants?"

"The pants are good, give them to me."

After finishing speaking, Shen Du stuffed the pants behind him with his backhand.

Tang Yuchuan stared at him dumbfounded: "What did you say? Send you off?"

"Yes." Shen Du's face remained unchanged.

"That won't work. I really like these pants. If you want to buy them yourself, I can tell you the name of the store."

Tang Yuchuan stretched out his hand to grab it, but Shen Du's body blocked it, and he missed it.

"No, I remember that you don't like this style, why do you want it all of a sudden?"

"I want to try a new style of dressing, can't I?"

Seeing that Shen Du had no intention of returning the pants to him, Tang Yuchuan finally had to compromise.

"All right, all right, take it, take it!"

After a round of poker, Shen Du got up and got out of bed with the pair of pants.

"Where are you going?"

Shen Du didn't answer, and went straight out of the room.

The three people sitting on the bed looked at each other.

"If my feeling is right, he is a bit abnormal tonight?"

Lin Xu nodded and agreed: "Well, your feeling is not wrong, I also think he is a bit abnormal tonight."

Jiang Yizhou: "I think so too."

Their room was on the eighth floor, and Shen Du took the elevator downstairs to the front desk.

"Hello, do you have ginger and brown sugar?"

The service staff on the night shift showed a polite smile: "Sorry, there is brown sugar, but no ginger."

"Give me a small bag, please."

"Ok."

The service staff took out a bag from the locker behind him and handed it to Shen Du.

Received: "Thank you."

Shen Du entered the elevator, came out, walked to the door of Nan Song's room and stood still, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Nan Song, who was lying on the bed, put down his phone, got out of bed and walked to the door: "Who?"

"I."

When a familiar voice came, she froze for a moment, then opened the door a small crack.

Seeing that the person inside the door only carefully showed half of his face, Shen Du was a little speechless: "How can I get in if you don't open the door?"

Nan Song was a little surprised: "You still want to come in? What can you do with me?"

Shen Du looked at her coldly.

"Yes, I have something to do with you, and I have to go in to say something. Open the door."

The fact that the two of them came to the hotel together already made her feel a little weird, and getting along in the same room again.
The plots of boys and girls shooting guns and going off in the youth campus movies that I had watched before flashed into Nan Song's mind, and she was taken aback by herself.

Fuck?Nan Song, what are you thinking about?Could there be less yellow trash in your head?You are a good young man whose roots are in full swing.

Seeing that she hesitated to open the door for a long time, Shen Du lost all patience, lifted his foot to lightly hit the door, and pushed away Nan Song's strength.

She involuntarily took a step back, and before she could react, Shen Du had already entered, and he closed the door with his backhand facing her, looking directly at her the whole time.

Nan Song's attention fell on the things he held in his hand, and the words "ancient brown sugar" were clearly written on the packaging bag.

Looking at the back of Shen Du who was tinkering with the kettle, Nan Song fell into deep thought.

This person who dares to love is quite true to his word. He said he would open a separate room for her, so he opened a separate room for her to sleep in, and he said he would make ginger brown sugar water for her, so he made ginger brown sugar water for her.

That's right, he's a man with principles.

After the hot water boiled, Shen Du turned around and threw the pair of black trousers towards Nan Song. Reflexively, she quickly reached out to catch them, and the trousers almost fell on her head.

Nan Song didn't react immediately, and looked down at the thing in his hand, with a puzzled expression: "What is this?"

"Clean pants." Shen Du said concisely.

A trace of surprise flashed in Nan Song's eyes: ".Where did you get it?"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Are you wearing it or not?"

"Put on and wear on!"

Nan Song put it away as soon as he saw it, and stretched his hand towards his waist while holding the pair of trousers. Just as his hand touched the skirt, he seemed to remember something.

She looked up at Shen Du, frowning slightly: "Big brother, I'm changing my pants, why don't you avoid it?"

Shen Du nodded his chin towards the gurgling kettle, with a frank expression: "I want to watch the boiling water here, where can I avoid it?"

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Nan Song gritted his molars silently, "Okay, you're ruthless."

Eventually, she took the shorts to the bathroom.

One minute later, Nan Song came out of the bathroom, lifted the waistband of his trousers with both hands, and muttered something.

"Are these pants new? The tag hasn't been cut yet. Did you buy them? But the waist is a bit big, and it will fall off when you walk. You have to pinch it with your hands."

Shen Du who was sitting by the bed looked up.

The trousers were indeed too big, and they hung loosely on her body. Two slender white long legs protruded from the trouser legs. The style of the trousers somehow matched the white shirt she was wearing.

Shen Du held the phone in his hand and turned it around, with a lazy expression: "I can't help it when I grow up, just wear it, don't pick and choose."

Nan Song ignored his teasing and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, his eyes fell on the place where Shen Du was sitting.

"Hey, I found it. My headband can be tied with this so it won't fall off. Get up and let me get something."

As Nan Song said, he bent down and reached for it. The hair tie was right where Shen Du was sitting. It was white, with some small yellow, yellow, green and green floral patterns on it, very small and fresh.

At this moment, the distance between the two of them was pulled very close, seeing her suddenly approaching, Shen Du had to lean back slightly.

Nan Song's upper body was bowed, and the collar of his white shirt fell down, revealing a big gap, just facing Shen Du's face.

Looking at the past from his point of view, there are some things that are looming.

Shen Du's eyes darkened, and he turned to look to the side.

The faint fragrance from the girl's body was always lingering on the tip of his nose. Finally, he simply stood up and walked towards the kettle.

Nan Song, who was so focused on tinkering with the hair band, didn't notice anything, put the hair band into the button of his trousers, pulled it tight, tied a bow in twos and threes, and it was done.

She went to the mirror and turned around and looked at it for a while.

"Look, how is it? The effect is not bad, right?"

The hot water was already boiled, Shen Du tore open the brown sugar packaging bag and looked towards her, his gaze fell on Nan Song's slender waist.

After thinking for two seconds, he said, "Well, it's not bad."

"So good at matching, will you be a fashion designer in the future?" He asked casually while pouring water.

Nan Song was still admiring himself in the mirror with great interest: "No, I'm not interested in fashion design."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"I am interested in acting and want to be an actor in the future."

Shen Du raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)