Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 468 The relationship between her and him is heating up rapidly, and the mutual trust is getting stronger and stronger
Well, she admitted that she couldn't flirt with him.

Nan Song threw the phone aside and continued to pack his suitcase.

Tomorrow, I will fly to Tongcheng to attend the premiere, and the delay there will not be too long, about three days, so I don't need to bring too many things.

Nan Song packed his suitcase, took Nan Jiashu out together, and was going to have lunch outside.

As the lead actor, she will be dressed up at the premiere of "Rose Cheongsam" tomorrow, so she needs to be in good shape starting one day in advance.

Originally, I wanted to have a hot pot meal with Nan Jiashu at noon, but I thought about eating heavy oil and spicy food, what if I woke up together tomorrow morning and broke out with acne?
That much affected her beautiful image, so Nam Song gave up.

In the end, the two chose a Japanese-style ramen restaurant and sat in.

Nan Song ordered the scallion white soul ramen, and Nan Jiashu ordered the black garlic oil tonkotsu ramen.

Seeing Nan Jiashu's bowl of noodles being served by the waiter, Nan Song couldn't help frowning.

"What did you call it? Black garlic oil tonkotsu ramen?"

"Ah."

"Is your taste too strong?" Nan Song looked disgusted.

While removing the layer of kraft paper wrapped around the tips of the chopsticks, Nan Jiashu squeezed out an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"During this period of time, I lived with you. My dog ​​is abused by you and brother-in-law three thousand times a day. Now I urgently need something strong to cleanse my soul, understand?"

Nan Song felt that there might be something wrong with the child's brain: "You use something like black garlic oil to cleanse your soul?"

"Fight poison with poison, do you understand?" Nan Jiashu said flatly.

".Fine, it's up to you."

"And black garlic is black garlic, and black garlic oil is black garlic oil. There is a difference between these two things."

Nan Song was puzzled: "Isn't black garlic oil made of black garlic?"

"...No." Nan Jiashu was speechless.

He pushed his bowl of noodles towards Nan Song: "If you don't believe me, try it, the black garlic oil is super fragrant."

Nan Song glanced at the appearance of the black garlic oil, and refused decisively.

"Hehe, no need, you can eat by yourself."

This ramen restaurant is located on the commercial street next to the Feili Mansion. She has been here several times before, and the chef in the restaurant is quite good at making bone broth.

Nan Song took a sip of the soup first, and his whole stomach felt relieved.

"Speaking of which, sister, I've always been a little curious about a question."

"Say."

"Why don't you and your brother-in-law invite an aunt at home? Brother-in-law can cook but he is busy with work, you can't cook but you love to eat."

"If there is an aunt at home, wouldn't this problem be solved easily? You don't have to go out to eat often."

Nan Song took a small chopstick of cold seaweed and put it in his mouth. It was crunchy and tasted very good.

"We have discussed this issue before. Is it a consensus not to invite an aunt?"

"why?"

"The reason is quite simple. Neither he nor I like having strangers at home very much."

Nan Jiashu took a long mouthful of noodles, then thought of something.

"What if you get pregnant in the future? Don't you ask for an aunt? It's inconvenient if you don't have an aunt at home during pregnancy. Someone has to take care of you."

Nan Song stopped picking up his face, and raised his eyes to look at Nan Jiashu.

"You're thinking far ahead."

"What you said, you are my own sister, I don't care who you care about?"

"Then I see that you are not less angry with me."

Nan Jiashu pretended not to hear his sister's words, silently slurped the noodles, and went down half a bowl in two or three mouthfuls.

While eating, Nan Song thought of something, she looked up at Nan Jiashu.

"You just said that your brother-in-law and I abused you three thousand times a day?"

"um, yes."

"Does that mean we're both tired now?"

Nan Jiashu tilted his head and thought about this question.

"If you really want to say it, compared to those couples who can abuse dogs, the two of you are already very restrained, but if you compare it with your previous state, it's a world of ice and fire."

Nan Song frowned, what kind of weird metaphor is this?

"Is there? Is there really? Why don't I feel it?"

Nan Jiashu looked at his sister with a hint of irony in his eyes: "The authorities are obsessed but the bystanders are clear, have you heard this sentence?"

Nan Song pursed his lips, and after thinking for a second, he asked, "Then do you want the two of us to restrain ourselves?"

It was also in the past few days that she suddenly remembered that her younger brother had been broken in love before rounding up, and he had been living in the Feili Mansion during this time.

Nan Song also knew in her heart that although she and Shen Du were still in the same old way of getting along with each other as each other's fathers.

But in fact, the relationship between her and him is heating up rapidly, and the trust in each other is getting stronger and stronger.

So even if they are fighting each other on weekdays, there will be more or less greasy and sweet in the middle. In human terms, it is: dog abuse.

After all, Nan Jiashu was still a child, so she asked this question in order to take care of the young heart of a teenager who had lost his love in adolescence.

Unexpectedly, Nan Jiashu waved his hand directly: "No need!"

"why?"

"I like being abused. Although it's painful, it's very cool. To sum it up, it's pain and happiness. Moreover, the relationship between you and your brother-in-law is finally getting better and better. What reason do I have to hinder you?"

Nan Song: ".You are quite selfless."

Nan Jiashu's face concealed his achievements and fame: "It's all what I should do, it's not worth mentioning."

Nan Song lowered his head and continued to eat noodles. The boy sitting opposite stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her with a thoughtful expression.

"Sister, let me ask you a question."

"Just ask."

"How does it feel to be slapped in the face?"

Nan Song paused and raised his head: "What did you say?"

"Let me tell you, the slap in the face really smells good now, what does it feel like?"

"Since when did I get slapped in the face? What are you talking about?"

Nan Jiashu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Tsk, it's true that the nobleman forgets things too much. Have you forgotten what you were like before?"

"What was I like before?"

Nan Song blinked, put the chopsticks aside, with an attitude of listening attentively.

"In the past, you were as indifferent to your brother-in-law as a stranger. You could only say one word to him and never said another word. Even if other women approached him with ulterior motives, you would not be angry at all, even I can also act in front of others and ask me if I’m good enough.”

Nan Song was silent for a second after listening.

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Nan Jiashu's tone was not afraid of death: "I just want to sigh, how can there be such a heartless person like you in the world, you were a scumbag in the past, but of course - that was before, before."

"The way you look in front of your brother-in-law now, I think it's pretty good."

Nan Song was about to speak when the phone rang suddenly, she lowered her eyes to look at the screen, it was Shen Du calling.

(End of this chapter)