Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 400 This woman is not a fairy in her bones, she is clearly a sand sculpture
The sofa was wide and soft, and the moment Nan Song fell to sit down, his whole body sank, defenseless.

In addition, Shen Du grabbed her ankle again, so she got up and sat up with difficulty, looking at the man squatting in front of her.

I don't know if it's because I haven't had a good rest because I've been busy with too many things these days. There is a faint bruise under Shen Du's eyelids.

When I was at the door just now, it was not very obvious, but the light on the side of the sofa is brighter, and when the ceiling light is turned on, the shadow is heavier.

For some reason, Nan Song's toes, which had been tense all the time, suddenly withdrew a little bit of strength.

The dog man has been busy with work these days, but it is quite hard, why don't you just let him go once and for all.

Just as he was thinking about it, the force on his ankle suddenly loosened, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Nan Song looked up subconsciously, his lips parted slightly: "What are you doing—"

Before she could finish the word "what", a kiss landed on her soft lips, and all the words she wanted to say later were blocked back.

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Didn't you say you want to change her slippers?Why did you kiss me all of a sudden?The dog man doesn't play his cards according to the routine?

Shen Du propped his left hand on the back of the sofa and his right hand on the armrest, enclosing Nan Song in a small triangular area.

The moment he bent down, he was surrounded by the faint fragrance of cedar, and Nan Song couldn't help closing his eyes.

Regarding this sudden kiss, Shen Du didn't go too far, and only stayed for a moment before pulling away and leaving.

He still maintained that posture, bending over and looking down at her, but there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Nan Song's eyes are full of watery light, I don't know if it's because of the light or what, the corners of his eyes are slightly red, and it looks a little pitiful.

Shen Du raised his eyebrows, deliberately teasing her: "What's the matter, you're touched by a kiss?"

"Snapped."

Shen Du received a slap on the shoulder that was neither light nor heavy, and Nan Song looked at him with a hint of reproach in his eyes.

Nan Song looked at him, without taking his hands off his shoulders, he just grabbed Shen Du's clothes and said, "Help me up."

"What are you doing when you get up? Just this posture, it's pretty good."

Nan Song thought for a second, and there was a hint of contempt in his tone: "You really have a strong desire to control."

As soon as this sentence came out, she felt that she had spoken nonsense.

How can a person who is used to being a domineering president not have a strong desire to control?

"Huh? How do you say this?"

"You always like to use this kind of confinement posture on me, or grab my wrist, or wrap around my waist, or wrap my whole body in a small area."

Shen Du looked into her eyes with tenderness, but he was also convinced of her tenderness.

His thin lips parted slightly: "Don't you like it?"

Nan Song pursed her lips and didn't answer his question.

Shen Du seemed to be very interested in this topic, and continued to talk.

"Xiao Song, I don't believe you don't like it."

Nan Song: "."

Hearing the word "Xiao Song", her heart trembled, her eyelashes flickered a little, and her eyes drifted to the side involuntarily.

Seeing her reaction like this, Shen Du reached out and pinched her jaw.

Nan Song felt a little depressed, and he didn't know what trick the dog man used. The force he pinched her jaw was obviously not strong, but it just made her unable to move.

Since you can't move, you simply don't move.

Nan Song just looked straight into his eyes, hooked the corners of his lips, and said in a charming voice, "I like it, why don't I like it?"

After saying this, she felt that it was not enough, she just turned her head slightly and pressed a kiss on Shen Du's finger.

Shen Du was all focused on talking to her, so naturally he didn't expect her small movements in advance, so he was stunned for a moment.

His thumb was very close to her lips, and Nan Song succeeded easily.

There was an instant lipstick mark on Shen Du's finger, the color was light, and there was a little beautiful shimmer under the light.

His eyes fell on Nan Song's face, and she was also looking at him slyly, raising her eyebrows.

"Mr. Shen, it's been a long time since I used some tricks on you, have you forgotten my nature?"

Nan Song's tone of voice when he said this was soft and tactful, as if turning Bailian Steel into soft fingers.

Her eyeliner today is the kind with slightly raised tails. There is a small black tear mole in the corner of her eye. Her eyes are clear, her pupils are dark, and her eyes are as attractive as a fox.

Shen Du looked at the woman who was close at hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his lips slightly curved.

That's right, this woman is a goblin at heart, and he forgot about it.

As soon as his lips moved and he was about to speak, Shen Du realized that his leg was hooked, and it was Nan Song who wrapped his calf around him.

In the next second, she exerted force, and Shen Du was pinched defenselessly. Nan Song used both hands and feet, and two slender and white arms climbed onto his shoulders, pushing him aside.

In an instant, the situation changed, Shen Du had the upper hand and was suppressed on the sofa.

Nan Song's body was hanging above him, with his left hand supporting the back of the sofa and his right hand supporting the armrest, exactly the same posture as he just now.

The only difference is that Shen Du's arms are longer, and it doesn't take as much effort for her to hold them up.

However, in order to maintain his posture of being in control, Nan Song tried his best to maintain his movements and expressions, which seemed to be impeccable.

As Nan Song's posture changed, the collar of the white shirt on her body drooped slightly, Shen Du's eyes also moved down from her face, and stayed on Nan Song's neckline.

"Honey, you're gone."

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The somewhat mean-spirited tone successfully made Nan Song's hands slip for a second, and her left hand supporting the back of the sofa softened, and she fell down, straight into Shen Du's arms.

Nan Song's lips pressed against the skin of his neck, feeling a warmth.

Damn, I wanted to be a controller to let this dog man know that I wasn't being manipulated casually, but my hands slipped and I fell? ? ?

outrageous.

At this moment, Shen Du corrected his thought that she was a goblin in her heart just now, but she was clearly a sand sculpture in her heart.

Nan Song's heart was filled with embarrassment, he simply buried his face in Shen Du's neck and couldn't get up, Li Zhi disguised himself as a little quail.

Two seconds later, a man's voice with a smile came from his ear: "Are you touching porcelain?"

Nan Song remained unmoved, but silently sucked his nose. During the breathing, Shen Du felt that the skin on his neck was a little itchy.

He was not very resistant to this feeling, so he reached out and pushed Nan Song reflexively, making her body withdraw a little.

Nan Song looked at him with surprise in his eyes: "What did you do just now? You pushed me?"

　The sand sculpture couple's recent theme: flirting.The humble author appeals online: Please leave a lot of comments while reading the book!The number of people who read books during the school year has decreased, and those who continue to read hope that you will comment and leave more messages, otherwise I feel so lonely, and I feel like no one has read it...

　　
　
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