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Chapter 409 Then What Does She Call Him?Xiao, Xiaodu?Little belly?What kind of weird ghost name is this? ? ?
"Tomorrow I'm going to play with Xiao Song, I have to rest early tonight, I guess I won't be able to stay here for too long."

After Nan Song found out that he and Shen Du were reunited——

Ah, no, the word "reunion through a broken mirror" doesn't seem to be suitable to describe the relationship between the two of them, but forgive her for not being able to think of any more suitable words, so let's use "reunion through a broken mirror" for now.

She felt that the frequency of her being worthless seemed to be getting higher and higher. For example, at this moment, she was caught off guard again.

Shen Du's "Xiao Song" made her stunned for a second.

Although this is not the first time he has heard this name from his mouth during this period of time, Nan Song has not completely gotten used to it until now.

As I thought about it, my thoughts drifted further and further.

He called her Xiao Song, but otherwise, what should she call him?

Xiao, Xiaodu?Little belly?What kind of weird ghost name is this? ? ?
After Shen Du's words fell, Shao Ziyuan looked at him in shock with Shao Zicheng, with an expression of "did I hear it wrong?".

In the past, the man who regarded his work as his life would now say something like "I don't have time tomorrow, so I want to go out with my wife"?

Wow, what a long time to see you.

Unwilling to give up, Shao Zi turned his attention to Nan Song for help.

"Sister-in-law, we haven't seen each other for a long time. This time, it's because my brother returned to China suddenly, and he happened to be in Haicheng, so I thought of getting together. You shouldn't have the heart to see the three of us sincerely make mistakes." Bar?"

I don't know if it's because Shao Ziyuan quoted a line from "Zhen Huan's Biography" and won Nan Song's favor. She actually felt that she could really play here for a while tonight.

After all, it can be seen that it is not easy for the few of them to get together once in a while. Everyone is very busy, and it is not easy to please them when they meet for the first time.

As for going out to play tomorrow, it won't take a whole day to play, so the big deal is to go out later.

Thinking of this, Nan Song turned his head to look at Shen Du, only to find that this man was already looking at her, with a look in his eyes that meant "what do you think? I'll listen to you".

"I think so."

Before Shen Du could speak, Shao Ziyuan smiled brightly: "Go, go, play mahjong, my hands have been itching for a long time!"

When Nan Song heard that he was playing mahjong, he immediately became interested: "Mahjong?"

She hasn't played for a long time.

Shao Ziyuan: "That's right, will my sister-in-law fight?"

Nan Song has always been frank and not good at hiding his edge, and he was about to say "yes" with a move of his lips.

Then it suddenly occurred to her that if she ignored the hasty meeting at the wedding, it was the first time that she and Shen Du, these friends, had met after all.

In that case, shouldn't I be a little more humble?

Nan Song gave himself an affirmative answer in his heart, and changed the subject calmly: "Only a little bit."

"Then I can rest assured." Shao Ziyuan turned to Shao Zicheng and Xue Mu and said.

"Brother Du's mahjong skills are known to us, and every time he can't win money from him, it's very annoying, you know?"

Shao Zicheng also answered: "That's right, you two are a couple, and the money goes into the same pocket. Winning money from you is equivalent to winning money from Brother Du, hahahahaha!"

Listening to Shao Zicheng laughing so frantically, Nan Song couldn't bear to interrupt him and tell him——

The little bit that my mother said is not a little bit, but a billion bit.

The five people entered the mahjong room in the private box. When they were seated, Nan Song began to observe the micro-expressions and body language of several people, so as to judge the pros and cons of their respective skills.

Seeing Shao Zicheng gearing up, rolling up his sleeves and stroking his hair, Nan Song began to mutter.

She turned her head, turned her upper body towards Shen Du who was beside her, and nodded her chin towards Shao Zicheng: "He seems to be very powerful, we two won't lose our family fortune tonight, right?"

Shen Du first stared at Nan Song for a while with the eyes of "Baby, do you know nothing about our family background", until she understood the meaning in his eyes.

Nan Song touched him with his elbow, his expression was a little coquettish, and he lowered his voice: "Hey, I'm telling you something serious, answer me first."

So, Shen Du's eyes fell on Shao Zicheng's face, and said lightly: "He, his skills are not bad."

"Then am I stronger or is he stronger?" Nan Song asked.

Shen Du looked at her and reminded him friendly: "I don't know how your skills are. If I remember correctly, we have never played mahjong together before."

Nan Song was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed that this was really the case.

In the past, the two people got along with each other all the year round, and they would pinch each other when they met, let alone sit together and play mahjong calmly.

After getting married, only she and he would go into the mahjong room and play a few laps with the elders and relatives every year when they were in the Shen family's old house.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems that the two of them served the table at the same time, which seems to have never happened before.

In addition, she and Shen Du are not the type of people who like to hug their arms. Either they don't play and leave the mahjong room to do their own things, or they fight in person.

Standing by the side and watching people fight, the two of them don't have that hobby, so they really don't know how good each other is.

"alright."

This slightly embarrassing topic is over.

At this moment, Shen Du leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear: "But if you let me guess, I guess you are stronger."

When Shen Du said this, his voice was very low, to the extent that no one else could hear except Nan Song.

The skin of her ears and neck was itchy from his shallow breathing, she turned her head curiously: "Why?"

"Because you are the most powerful in my heart, there is no reason."

Even though he knew that his words were just blowing rainbow farts without any real basis.

But I have to say that Nan Song was still made happy.

Her beautiful lips were slightly hooked, and she chuckled under the shadow that no one else could see.

In the next second, Nan Song's attention fell on the mahjong table in front of her. She restrained her expression, and her expression became serious, with the words "From this moment on, my mother will kill all directions" written all over her face.

Nan Song is wearing a wine red dress today, the skirt is as long as the calf.

The skirt is an A-shaped design, and the slender waist is wrapped in a well-cut knitted fabric. The burgundy color makes her skin white, like undyed white porcelain, and the surface even has a layer of luster. .

Shao Zicheng was sitting opposite Nan Song, Shen Du and Shao Ziyuan were sitting on the left and right respectively, and Xue Mu was watching the battle temporarily.

"Are you all ready?"

Nan Song suddenly raised his eyes and asked this question.

(End of this chapter)