Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 383 The last second: Make me angry and want to bribe me with a gift?It doesn't work.Next second: Really fragrant.

Chen Mingyu was taken aback, and quickly nodded understandingly: "No problem, I will definitely follow your instructions!"

"Well, there's nothing else to do next, you can go back to the company."

"Ok."

Seeing the back of his boss walking towards the gate of the theater, Chen Mingyu fell into deep thought.

If Yue Fei's back is engraved with the four big characters "serve the country with loyalty", then his boss's back at this moment should also be engraved with four invisible characters——

Vanity, glory, male, human.

He didn't even forget to ask his wife to tell his wife that he learned it by himself when asked, so the domineering president is also so vain?
Gee.
At the same time, Shen Du, who was about to walk to the entrance of the theater, raised a smug smile, and began to imagine Nan Song's reaction when he saw Polaroid later in his mind.

After entering the theater, Shen Du found that there was a person sitting next to Nan Song, and it was Tao Siran.

The stairs in the arena were covered with a thin layer of carpet, and people would not make any noise when walking on it, so Nan Song, who was chatting passionately with Tao Siran, naturally did not notice the man who was already standing next to him.

Nan Song turned his upper body sideways, and was passionately micking.

"Taozi, let me tell you, don't fall in love, don't get married, forget it, you can experience the feeling of being in love as a solo mother, and love is actually quite sweet sometimes."

Tao Siran with an arrow in his heart: "."

She raised her eyes slightly, and met the man standing next to Nan Song's seat, Shen Du shook her head slightly, motioning her to keep silent.

Tao Siran understood, and suppressed the pig laugh in his heart.

"But remember, don't get married, don't get married, there are few creatures like men who are reliable, so what if you have money, a wavering heart is the problem, he doesn't even want to take pictures with me now, what are you talking about?" I feel like I’m not in good shape and not handsome enough.”

"Excuse, it's all an excuse, do you think I'm not good enough for him or something? My old lady, a flower in Yuncheng, is not good enough for him, a dog man? I'm tui!"

Just after she finished tui, someone patted Nan Song's left shoulder, and she moved her shoulder impatiently, her movements were thousands of miles away.

"Actually, there are not no tender moments, but now that I think about it, I guess they were all just pretending, so this man is more suitable to be an actor than me. Otherwise, it would be a pity."

Looking down at Nan Song who was still expressing his views impassionedly, Shen Du patiently patted her on the shoulder again.

This time, Nan Song became impatient, and turned his head indifferently with disgust and indifference: "Who are you, do you have hair—"

The last word "illness" was swallowed abruptly, looking at the man in front of him, Nan Song's head was buzzing.

The man was tall and tall, with a calm expression, but there was a hint of meaning in the eyes he looked at her.

Nan Song pretended to be calm, turned his head to look at Tao Siran who was sitting next to him, and asked, "When did he come?"

Tao Siran replied truthfully: "When you officially started scolding him."

Nan Song: "."

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

Nan Song looked as quiet as a chicken in soy sauce, his slender and white fingertips were digging on the armrest of the seat, his lips were tightly pursed and he said nothing.

Shen Du glanced at her hands, and said, "Don't pick, the newly made nails will be destroyed if you pick again."

Before Nan Song had time to have any psychological feelings for his words, Tao Siran next to him spoke first.

"Songsong, your Boss Shen is too caring for you, he's been scolded by you like a sieve, but he still wants to care about your new nails."

When Tao Siran said these words, the volume was not low, Nan Song and Shen Du could hear them clearly.

Nan Song squeezed out an awkward yet polite smile towards Tao Siran, and said almost word by word: "You can shut up."

Tao Siran understood, and used his fingers to make a zipper movement around his mouth.

Nan Song raised his hand and brushed the hair on his forehead, sat upright, and when he turned around, he was extremely elegant.

Although it is embarrassing and embarrassing to be caught by the person who scolded someone on the spot, but in terms of momentum, you still can't lose, you have to hold on, eh.

Nan Song raised his head and looked at Shen Du, with no trace of humanity in his tone, like a killer without emotion.

"Here you come? Just sit down when you come, what are you doing standing?"

Shen Du didn't intend to answer her question, but just passed the white paper bag in his hand towards Nan Song.

"open to take a look."

Nan Song glanced at the bag with lowered eyes, then raised his eyes to look at Shen Du, with a little vigilance in his expression.

"Why? Make me angry and want to buy me by giving gifts? Let me tell you, it doesn't work. Don't put your hopes on these things that money can buy. Let me tell you that I'm not that kind. Seeing a girl with open eyes for gifts—"

Shen Du disliked her talking too much, and took out the Polaroid from the paper bag in the middle of Nan Song's speech and threw it in front of her.

Nan Song was completely stunned by this scene, and he was stunned for three seconds without recovering.

"What is this?"

Although it was obvious at a glance that it was a Polaroid that she wanted very much at the moment, reason still drove Nan Song to ask this question.

After all, Shen Du, a dog man, was only amended by her an hour ago, and she conjured up a Polaroid so quickly?
This efficiency is simply not too high.

"Polaroid." Shen Du said three words lightly.

Nan Song blinked, sat up a little more upright, and was about to speak, but found that he was quite tired with his neck up all the time.

"What, you sit down first, sit down and say, my neck is too tired to talk like this."

Shen Du looked at her and raised his eyebrows: "So I can sit next to you now? Don't you need to go to those old classmates of mine?"

Nan Song: "."

So he was waiting for her here?Good to hold a grudge against a man.

She squeezed out a fake sweet smile: "Well, yes, no need, husband."

Shen Du sat down in the seat next to Nan Song with satisfaction, and his whole body revealed a kind of aura of a big boss who can't be compared with me.

At first, he wanted to control his inner joy and excitement, but Nan Song found that the Polaroid created by Shen Du hit her waist very accurately, both in terms of appearance and performance.

So when she was admiring that Polaroid, she couldn't suppress the perverted smile on the corner of her mouth.

Damn, if you can't hold it down, you can't hold it back, anyway, being happy is the most important thing.

Nan Song hugged the light mint green Polaroid in his arms, turned his head to look at Tao Siran, his eyes were shining, and he spoke earnestly.

"Taozi, you have to get married, you have to get married, if you meet the right person, you will be happy! Incomparable happiness!"

Tao Siran looked at Nan Song with schizophrenic eyes: "."

She turned her head and looked at Shen Du, the arrogance on her face just now had been replaced by happiness.

　Thank you all for your gifts and rewards!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)