Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 449 Marrying Nan Song home is the most correct thing he has done in his life
Shen Du lowered his eyelashes, looked at Nan Song and chuckled.

"Honey, why have you become more and more shy recently?"

Nan Song was very good at acting for a while, and was about to reply delicately, "Oh, I'm so thin-skinned and shy so easily".

Shen Du cut off her words before he spoke.

"I don't know, I thought you were such a thin-skinned person."

Nan Song: "."

The dog man was indeed gentle for only three seconds.

Obviously the previous sentence was fine, but the next sentence began to be yin and yang.

After holding back for a long time, I choked out a sentence: "Hmph, who cares about you."

Hugged too tightly for too long, Shen Du felt a little hot, so she reached out to push Nan Song away, but she refused to let him push, and even rubbed against his chest.

The soft strands of hair brushed back and forth across the skin around his neck, with a hint of itch.

Shen Du had nothing to do with her being so unreasonable, so he had no choice but to give up.

However, there was no trace of disgust in his eyes, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, a satisfied smile.

Time passed minute by minute, Nan Song finally fell asleep with his pillow on Shen Du's chest, and the person in his arms let out a shallow and even breathing sound.

Shen Du's movements were very slow and light, trying not to wake her up, and finally succeeded in laying her flat on the bed.

He took another soft pillow and placed it under her head, and then gently put her arm that was outside the quilt into the quilt.

After finishing all this, Shen Du sat aside, his eyes fell on Nan Song's sleeping face.

She was very peaceful when she was asleep, completely different from the usual one who flinched in front of him.

When he said the five words "marry you home" just now, his mood was actually very calm and there was no disturbance.

But at this moment, while looking at Nan Song's sleeping face and recalling it, his heart rippled a little.

It's as if someone threw a pebble into the calm lake water, and the water pattern swayed around, with its own gentleness and its own firmness.

Having lived nearly 30 years, he thinks he has done a lot of the right things.

And marrying Nan Song back home is the most correct thing among all things.

And, from beginning to end, I have never regretted it.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, only the shallow breathing of the people around him could be heard, Shen Du felt very peaceful at this moment.

It is unprecedented stability.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nan Song's right hand shaking suddenly.

Shen Du looked at her face, frowning slightly, as if he didn't sleep well.

Wasn't it fine just now?Is this a nightmare?
Shen Du reached out and held Nan Song's right hand in his palm. Her hand was very soft, with a comfortable slippery feeling.

Nan Song turned her body sideways and curled herself up, a very insecure sleeping position. In her memory, she seemed to seldom have such moments.

Her hand trembled again in her palm, Shen Du didn't know what she was dreaming about, but judging from Nightmare's reaction, he could guess that it was probably something unpleasant.

At this moment, Nan Song suddenly grabbed Shen Du's hand with a backhand. The force was not weak, and his curled body moved a little closer to him.

It seems to be looking for something to rely on.

Shen Du's heart softened, and he raised his hand to cover her trembling eyelashes.

After a while, Nan Song's frown finally eased slowly, and the strength of holding his hand gradually decreased.

"Clap."

Shen Du raised his hand to turn off the light in the room, and the whole bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness, but with the moonlight coming in from the window, he could barely see the things in front of him clearly.

Shen Du lay down next to Nan Song silently and closed his eyes.

The night wind outside the window is gentle, the flowers are swaying, and the lover embraces and sleeps.
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At 08:30 the next morning, after Shen Du went downstairs, he saw Nan Jiashu in the living room.

The teenager was sitting on a chair with a laptop in front of him, staring at the computer screen motionlessly, without saying a word.

Seeing the way his brows were tightly furrowed, Shen Du said, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No." Nan Jiashu shook his head.

After finishing speaking, he added: "I'm not in the mood."

Shen Du took out two cups from the cupboard, and looked up at Nan Jiashu while pouring milk.

"What worries you so much?"

"The school has been chosen, but I'm stuck at the step of filling in the major."

Shen Du picked up his glass of milk and took a sip, then put another glass in front of Nan Jiashu.

"The first choice is Beicheng University?"

"Ah."

"Northern City University's trump card major is flight technology, and the second is finance. Are you torn between these two?"

"Correct."

Shen Du looked at Nan Jiashu's side face, thought for a moment and said: "What major to study is your own business, and others really can't give you any advice."

"However, as your brother-in-law, what I want to tell you is that no matter what major you study or what job you will do in the future, your Nan family and I will always be your backing. In other words, strive towards your ideal."

Nan Jiashu nodded: "Thank you brother-in-law, but I want to be the backing for me and my sister. You and I believe it. As for the Nan family, forget it."

Shen Du looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"You are quite sober at such a young age."

Nan Jiashu shrugged.

"When I first saw my sister being forced into marriage by the elders and uncles at home, I swore in my heart that I must study hard and earn a lot of money after working. I am sorry."

"Last night, when I heard you say that the Nan family even secretly arranged a marriage partner like Qiao Wenzhou for my sister in advance, I became more determined."

Nan Jia paused for a while when she said this, a little frustration appeared on her expression.

"But what I didn't expect was that my sister married a rich man like you. She doesn't need money at all now. When I work in the future, she probably won't care about my stinky money."

"After all, the money I can spend on her is definitely not as much as you can spend on her, so I will spend the money I earn in the future."

Shen Du: "."

Nan Song, who was going down the stairs, slipped his foot: "."

Shen Du and Nan Jiashu heard the noise and turned their heads to look at the same time.

A faint embarrassment floated in the air.

Nan Jiashu and Nan Song met each other's eyes, and the teenager squeezed out an awkward yet polite smile: "Sister, are you awake?"

Nan Song also imitated Nan Jiashu's expression: "Well, get up."

Nan Jiashu turned his head resentfully, and continued to stare at the computer screen, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now.

Nan Song walked up to him, picked up the glass of milk that he hadn't drunk, and took it without hesitation.

"Missing little brat."

But one thing to say, the first half of what Nanjia said was a bit beyond her expectation.

The brat had never said these words to her before.

(End of this chapter)