Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 377 "I don't have WeChat or QQ." The girl who hit up a conversation: "Then what do you use?" "Drift bottle."

"What do you mean?" There was a trace of bewilderment in her expression.

"Lu Chenghan is a piece of garbage in my eyes. I can face the dirty words he said and the dirty water he poured on you, but I don't want you to know that these are two different things."

It was clear that the sky was still clear just now, but when Shen Du said this, his face suddenly darkened, so dark that it was frightening.

Nan Song looked at him, obviously there were still questions in his heart to ask, but he held back after all.

"Okay, then I won't ask, let the rotten man go away, as far as he can go."

Although she didn't know what Lu Chenghan said about her back then and Shen Du heard it, at this moment, she chose to trust the man in front of her unconditionally.

Shen Du looked into Nan Song's eyes, gave a faint "hmm", then glanced to the side, and asked, "Do you want to take some photos to commemorate?"

Nan Song looked in the direction he was looking, there was a small fountain there, and a red banner was hung in the space behind the small fountain, with a row of large white characters written on it——

The 100th anniversary of Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School.

There are already a lot of people taking pictures there, and everyone is in groups of three and four, with bright smiles on their faces.

Nan Song nodded, smiled and raised his head: "Yes."

"Walk."

Shen Du took her hand and walked towards the small fountain, Nan Song glanced at his hand held by him, and felt a little flattered.

As she walked, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and turned on the beauty camera.

Shen Du squinted at her mobile phone screen, and frowned slightly: "Why do you use a beauty camera to take pictures?"

Nan Song was focusing on choosing his favorite filter without raising his eyelids, and his tone of answering the question was a bit casual.

"Because it looks better when taken by a beauty camera."

Shen Du thought for a moment, then said three words lightly: "I don't think so."

Seeing that he insisted on confronting him, Nan Song raised his head and began to reason: "Don't you believe it? If you don't believe me, try to take a picture of me with a beauty camera later, and you will be able to see the comparison."

Shen Du looked into her eyes: "It's not that I don't believe that the beauty camera has the function of taking better-looking photos, I just don't think it's necessary for you to use this kind of thing."

This sentence is a bit long, and Nan Song didn't realize it for a while.

Two seconds later, the smile on the corner of her mouth became brighter and brighter, and she approached Shen Du: "Excuse me, were you complimenting me on my beauty just now?"

Shen Du's face was calm: "Isn't it obvious that I'm boasting?"

The smile on Nan Song's face gradually changed, and the little bubbles in his heart began to gurgle out.

"President Shen, why is your mouth so sweet today?"

"Probably because you kissed me." Shen Du answered the words quite naturally.

Nan Song bit her lower lip slightly, her clear eyes couldn't help showing a trace of reproach, but she didn't notice it.

If Shen Du said this before, Nan Song would only guess if he had some serious illness, after all, these words are greasy and disgusting.

But now, not only does it sound like I don’t have that feeling at all, but what’s the matter with the beauty in my heart? ? ?

Nan Song, Nan Song, you are really worthless.

Someone silently complained about himself in his heart, perfectly interpreting the phrase "I'm so ruthless that I scold myself".

Worried that she would lose her composure if she didn't change the subject, Nan Song hurriedly reversed the situation under Shen Du's gentle gaze.

"I want to shit."

Shen Du: "."

The air between the two was quiet for three seconds, Shen Du rubbed the space between his brows and finally said, "Honey, you don't have to treat me like an outsider."

Nan Song frowned: "You dislike me?"

Shen Du: "No, I didn't mean that."

Nan Song squinted at him, and snorted softly: "Then you wait here for me, and take pictures together when you come back."

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, he realized whether he had not done enough, Shen Du looked at Nan Song's back and asked again.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed out a standard sweet smirk: "My husband, the person who doesn't treat himself as an outsider seems to be you."

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"Help me hold the bag, I'll be back soon." Nan Song handed his small green handbag to Shen Du.

Shen Du took it naturally, and there was still warmth from Nan Song's palm on the small handbag.

He stood under a big camphor tree, tall and tall, the trunk of the camphor tree was also straight, and the oily green leaves were blown by the hot wind in the air, shaking out a piece of flowing beauty.

It turns out that, for both men and women, being too attractive is often not a good thing.

When Nan Song came over, he saw two women standing in front of Shen Du arm in arm from a long distance. The two women were both wearing dresses, with good figures, and their backs were facing her.

Nan Song crossed his arms and crossed his chest, and walked over calmly.

In fact, there is a sound when high heels step on the ground, but it’s just that the free time for lunch is approaching, and everyone is wandering around the campus.

There are people coming and going on this road, and the sound of high heels is not particularly clear.

As he got closer, Nan Song could clearly hear the content of the conversation between the two women and Shen Du, and the meaning of one of the conversations was not obvious——

"Hello, can I leave a contact information for you?"

Nan Song raised his eyebrows in surprise, then, is it so straightforward for people nowadays to strike up a conversation?
Shen Du looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, with no fluctuations in his tone: "I don't have any contact information."

The woman who asked obviously didn't expect to get such an answer, she was taken aback for a moment, and asked again: "Why is there no contact information? Don't you usually use your mobile phone?"

"use."

"So, your phone number?"

"I don't need to call, I don't have a number."

How outrageous this answer is can actually be heard by anyone, but if the man in front of him is obviously a high-quality man, the woman doesn't want to give up easily.

Coupled with the fact that the friend holding hands next to her has been secretly encouraging her, she has become more and more confident.

"If you don't have a phone number, WeChat will also work."

"I don't use WeChat."

".What about QQ?"

"I don't use QQ."

The woman shut herself up: "Then what do you usually use?"

"drifting bottle."

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Looking at the disheveled woman in front of him, Shen Du lifted his chin slightly, and saw Nan Song standing not far away, as if he suddenly remembered something.

He put the hand that had been behind his back to the front, so the women's handbag in his hand was particularly conspicuous.

The girl's eyes fell on the bag in Shen Du's hand, and her face became more disheveled. It turned out that she had picked up a woman with a girlfriend.

The friend next to her also saw that something was wrong, and wanted to leave after pulling her, but just turned around, but she really didn't give up, turned to look at Shen Du, and asked the question that she thought was the ultimate mystery——

　There are two more chapters after midnight!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)