Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 4
At a certain moment, Shen Du finally raised his eyes and glanced at the spinning top, and faintly uttered six words.

"Chen Zhu, are you in a hurry to pee?"

Chen Mingyu: "No, Mr. Shen, I have something to tell you."

"Say."

Chen Mingyu walked to Shen Du's side, leaned over and lowered his voice.

"My wife is in trouble."

Shen Du didn't stop typing on the keyboard.

"Isn't she making trouble as normal as three meals a day? What's the reason this time?"

"Fighted with someone, took off his arm, and went to the hospital."

"Contact the people in Los Angeles and get her out. The compensation should be dealt with. You should also tell me about this trivial matter. Do you think I'm idle?"

Shen Du's tone was indifferent, looking at Chen Mingyu with focused and cold eyes, with a huge sense of oppression, Chen Mingyu was so nervous that a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

He worked up the courage to speak.

"No, Mr. Shen, my wife has already returned to China. She was taken away by the police from Ms. Zhou's bar 10 minutes ago."

Shen Du: "."
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The night was as deep as ink.

The black elegant galloped all the way on the wide overpass, the street lamps radiated a halo of dim yellow, and the light and shadow passed through the glass windows and projected on the man sitting in the back row.

Shen Du folded his hands, pursed his thin lips tightly, and exuded an aura of indifference from his whole body.

Sitting in the front co-pilot, Chen Ming and his eyes, nose, nose and heart were watching his heart, and he didn't dare to vent his breath. The driver Fang Cheng did the same, driving his car silently.

After a while, Shen Du opened WeChat, and the circle of friends that he hadn't clicked in for a long time had accumulated several pieces of content, and it took less than ten seconds to scroll down to see Nan Song's post.

In the darkness, the man curled his lips into a sneer——

This woman, who found him a job just a few hours after returning to China, really thought he had a good temper?

public security bureau.

A group of people in Nansong were sitting in a row and being educated by the police uncle.

When he was bullying the little girl, he was so arrogant and domineering. After being taken to the police station, everyone died, with their heads buried very low like a row of quails.

Nan Song turned his head and glanced at them coldly, but said nothing.

The police uncle looked at her leisurely sitting posture with crossed legs, and frowned slightly. It was the first time he saw someone who was so calm after entering the Public Security Bureau.

But among those who came to them once, there were not many who were not afraid of being detained and leaving a criminal record. This psychological quality is absolutely outstanding.

"According to the surveillance video in the corridor of the bar, we judge that Ms. Nan did not take the initiative to hurt anyone, but you guys did it first. Ms. Nan's behavior was completely out of self-defense, so the responsibility for this incident rests with you guys. "

Nan Song tickled the corners of her beautiful lips with great satisfaction, and she knew that the police uncle's eyes were sharp.

"Self-defense? Isn't her self-defense too much? Several of my brothers have been beaten like this by her. One of them is still lying in the hospital with a dislocated arm."

Before the policeman could speak, Nan Song glanced at him coldly: "Why did he dislocate his arm? Don't you guys have any idea?"

"."

The one whose arm was twisted and dislocated by her was the rogue who wanted to touch her at first.

Nan Song sneered.

"Brother, my temper is much better now. If it was when I was younger, his arm would be far more than just dislocated."

The whole space was silent again, several policemen looked at each other.

Once the nature of the incident is judged and the responsibilities are clearly defined, it is considered that the handling is almost done.

Several tattooed men supported each other and walked outside, while Nan Song walked behind them. Just as they were about to go out, a gentle female voice came from behind.

"Miss Nan."

Nan Song stopped and turned his head, looking at the person who stopped him: "Is there anything else?"

Two policemen came up with a smile, a man and a woman, and the female policeman looked at Nan Song with a smile and asked, "I don't know what Miss Nan does?"

Nan Song froze for a moment.

"Does this question have anything to do with this incident?"

The male policeman smiled: "No, we just watched the surveillance video and found that you are very skilled. You are fearless and unambiguous in confronting the bad guys. You are a good seed for the police."

Nan Song: "."

So what is the situation now?I was affirmed by the police uncle, and asked her if she was interested in being a policeman?
Nan Song smiled politely.

"Thank you for your compliments and kindness. I am quite satisfied with my current job, so I will not consider changing jobs for the time being."

The male policeman is the team leader here. Hearing what Nan Song said, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, the regret of failing to recruit talents.

"Then is it convenient to ask Miss Nan what kind of work she does?"

Nan Song thought for a second, then raised his hand to brush his smooth long hair, and began to break it.

"I'm a wife."

Two policemen: "."

At the same time, Hei Yazhi stopped steadily at the gate of the Public Security Bureau.

The man stepped out from the back seat. He was dressed in a black suit. He was tall and tall, with a hint of coldness in his noble demeanor.

As soon as he walked to the door, Shen Du saw the slender figure from the back, and was about to lift his foot to go in, when he heard Nan Song speak in the tone of a playwright——

"Oh, it's like this. My husband is not very able to take care of himself in life, he looks like a cripple, so I need to take care of him all the time. He is a big president. He is very busy and picky in his life. It's too bad, my temper is not good.

So our family did not hire a nanny. I have always been responsible for taking care of his diet and daily life.You can also understand that I am a full-time wife, but I am very rich, so I am called Kuotai for short. "

After Nan Song finished speaking without changing his face and heartbeat, he still did not forget to lift his chin, showing his arrogance and aloofness.

When Shen Du, who was standing at the door, heard the word "disabled", his face turned black into a lump of charcoal.

Standing next to him, Chen Ming and Tianran also felt the sudden drop in air pressure.

Listening to the CEO's wife who turned his back to them, the words were not shocking and endless, beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead non-stop.

Chen Ming and Qi Qi didn't dare to come out and prayed silently in their hearts: God, I hope you will be kind to me, and don't let this coming storm affect me, a rookie, I kowtow to you, kowtow
Seeing that Nan Song's tone was very serious, the male policeman and female policeman didn't continue the original topic.

He just smiled and said, "It's not easy for a full-time wife. Miss Nan is really amazing."

"No, no, it's my husband who is more powerful. Because he is a big president, he has a bad face for me all the year round and still doesn't think there is any problem with him. His psychological quality is simply superior."

Shen Du: "."

Chen Mingyu: "."

(End of this chapter)