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Chapter 388 "Only you, from beginning to end, only you."

Nan Song froze: "."

With a meaningful smile on the corner of Shen Du's mouth, he walked towards her while wiping the water from his hair.

Nan Song and him looked at each other, and what he said just now echoed in his head.

You could tell from his expression that he must have heard it, damn it, it's too shameful.

Unable to bear such psychological pressure, Nan Song pulled up the quilt and covered his whole head.

There was a buzzing in her head, and her ears listened carefully to the movement outside the quilt.

After a while, Nan Song felt that the seat next to him was sinking a little bit, someone was sitting over, so he pinched the quilt even tighter with both hands.

Under the warm and soft light, Shen Du curled his lips as he looked at the man whose head was covered.

As if determined to see how long she could stay in the quilt, the two of them were in a stalemate like this, he didn't make a sound, and didn't call her or touch her.

After a while, Nan Song began to regret his behavior of covering his head with a quilt. Even if the air conditioner was turned on in the room, it would still be stuffy and hot inside the quilt for a long time.

In the end, she gave in under extreme physical discomfort.

The quilt was lifted in a second, Nan Song was panting, his lips and cheeks were slightly red.

Shen Du sat quietly by the bed, looking at her like that, with a relaxed attitude.

"You said just now that I can only have you alone?"

When Shen Du said these words, his upper body leaned down a little, and the ending sound was raised slightly, revealing a hint of provocation.

Nan Song felt a little nervous, but tried his best to cover it up, talking nonsense without changing his face and heartbeat: "I didn't say that, did you hear it wrong?"

"Well, I'm sure I heard correctly, very sure." Shen Du directly didn't intend to save face for her.

Seeing that his attitude was so decisive, Nan Song knew that he was powerless, so he simply broke the jar.

"That's right, that's what I said!"

After finishing speaking, he said in a low voice: "So what's the matter?"

Shen Du lowered his eyes, looking at her reddish lips, Nan Song's clear eyes were full of watery light, under the soft light, there was a charming and seductive beauty.

He leaned down again and leaned close to her ear, his deep and hoarse voice was especially clear in the silent night.

"Only you, from beginning to end, only you."

Shen Du's warm breath gently hit Nan Song's ears and cheeks, making her itchy, and she couldn't help but hide aside.

In the end, Shen Du didn't let her succeed, he stretched out his big hand and fished her back.

What happened next naturally seemed a little bit logical.

It's just that on the way to Nan Song, he still didn't forget to desert, and his thoughts had already gone to Shen Du's sentence "you are the only one from the beginning to the end".

While feeling a little flattered in my heart, I couldn't help but wonder whether the words were true or not.

But because Shen Du's kissing skills are so good, after a while she felt dizzy and a little foggy, and she didn't bother to think about those, so she let it go.
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Because the two of them tossed too late the first night, Nan Song slept until ten o'clock in the morning the next day.

The bedroom was dimly lit, but it was reassuringly dark and very peaceful.

The bed next to it was already empty, Nan Song closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to check the temperature.

I don't know if it's because the air conditioner is on or if Shen Du really left early, the place where he sleeps is no longer warm.

Once the dog man left, the whole bed was his own, so Nan Song unceremoniously put himself in a big character.

After waking up for a while with her eyes closed, she suddenly remembered about Lu Chenghan, what Shen Du said to her when the school was attending the school celebration——

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

So, what exactly did Lu Chenghan say?

Nan Song closed his eyes and thought for a moment, reached out and took the mobile phone next to the bed, and clicked into WeChat.

Just as I was about to click into the contact list, I found a red "1" displayed on Shen Du's avatar on the home page, and the content of the message was a concise sentence——

[Business trip, leaving Yuncheng for a week, there is vegetable porridge in the microwave, remember to drink it when you wake up. 】

Um?Another business trip?Why are you always on business trips?How many days have you been back from Canberra?Can't you just stay at home for a while longer?

Running every day, running every day, both legs have to run long, right? ? ?

The air was quiet, and it took about five or six seconds before Nan Song realized that he was actually expressing his dissatisfaction with Shen Du's frequent business trips in his heart.

So he hurriedly corrected his extremely dangerous thinking.

Tsk. Nan Song, you are depraved. The dog man earns money outside to spend it for you. Now that you frequently go on business, you start to feel distressed?

Where does the RMB come from when he is not on a business trip to do business?Did it fall from the sky?Is the pig's nose arched out?

What's wrong with a business trip?What a fuss.

But despite thinking so in his heart, Nan Song finally gave him a reply to the past——

【Okay, I got it. 】

Tsk, just saying such a sentence didn't feel like enough, so after thinking about it, I sent the sentence I wanted to say the most.

[Don't be too tired, your body is the most important thing. 】

After finishing speaking, she also posted a cute cat emoji package, soft and cute, delicate, but it doesn't really match her image style.

But it doesn't hurt too much, as long as you look happy, the dog man should be happy too, right?

Satisfied after replying to the message, Nan Song clicked into the contact list and scrolled down to find Yuanzi.

When she was in high school, Ai Xinyuan was nicknamed Xiaoyuanzi by her classmates, so Nan Song gave her the same note, which is cute and cute.

[Xiao Yuanzi, I want to ask you something. 】

Ai Xinyuan reckoned that she was busy, and several minutes passed without replying.

Nan Song put the phone away, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When standing in front of the mirror and brushing her teeth, she only had one thing on her mind, Shen Du's conscience was not completely wiped out.

Knowing that she was going to go out to record a program on the plane this afternoon, she didn't leave strawberry marks on her neck as frantically as before.

After washing, Nan Song went into the closet, arranged the clothes for going out in the afternoon, and then packed the suitcases, two [-]-inch ones, stuffed to the brim.

After tidying up, she went downstairs, went to the Nakajima station and turned on the microwave oven. There was a small white porcelain bowl in it, which was a little hot, and she brought it out with a finger cot.

"Clap."

The small white porcelain bowl was placed on the dining table, Nan Song went to the kitchen and took a small spoon and sat down on the chair.

The clear porridge in the bowl exudes a tempting aroma, the snow-white rice grains are boiled until they burst, and finely chopped green vegetables float on top.

(End of this chapter)