Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 5 Of course Shen Gou dare not have an opinion

"But because I spend his money, I don't care about it with him, but then again, what's wrong with the CEO? Isn't it just that he has some bad money? I really thought that I didn't divorce him because of Can you continue to spend his stinky money?"

Perhaps because she is also a woman, the policewoman instantly became interested in what Nan Song said.

"Exactly! How can money be as important as true feelings? Miss Nan is beautiful and thoughtful. You can tell at a glance that she is not the kind of person who would not pursue the quality of marriage for the sake of money."

Nan Song blinked: "Ah, that's not true. I didn't divorce him because I was spending his stinky money."

Policewoman: "."

"As for the quality of marriage, I don't really care that much hahahahaha"

Nan Song laughed wildly, immersed in the self-directed and self-acted scenes, and couldn't get out.

"Wife."

At this time, a man's voice suddenly sounded behind him, a little low.

The short and crisp two syllables crashed into Nan Song's ears unexpectedly, causing her to be in a trance for a moment.

Why does this voice sound familiar?Who is this person?How did you find the police station to find your wife?

Gee, how sad.

Nan Song was puzzled and looked back towards the door, the moment she met Shen Du's eyes, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past her heart.

Really beeping a dog.

Shouldn't the person who came to pick her up be Zhou Shuwei! ?Why is it Shen Du!
Apart from the calm expression on the man in front of him, there was nothing unusual. Nan Song and Shen Du looked at each other for a few seconds, seeing that they couldn't read any useful information, they took another look at Chen Minghe who was standing next to Shen Du.

Seeing Chen Tezhu's appearance as a good-natured baby, he instantly knew in his heart——

Shen Du could hardly hear what she said just now.

Otherwise, Chen Mingyu wouldn't be as calm as a chicken with soy sauce before the storm.

Nan Song was thinking about what to say to ease the embarrassment, when Shen Du spoke again.

"Your disabled husband has come to take you home."

Nan Song: "."

As the saying goes, the most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, the most afraid of Shengou's sudden concern.

Nan Song took a few seconds to stabilize his emotions silently, and then squeezed out a full smirk: "Okay, husband."

She turned her head and smiled politely at the two policemen, then walked towards Shen Du who was standing at the door.

The male policeman and the female policeman watched the backs of the three people and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It looks tall, handsome, and human-like, and it's not disabled."
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Silence, deathly silence.

The front-row drivers Fang Cheng and Chen Mingyu automatically activated the personal skills of "breathing off, hearing loss" from the moment they got in the car. The low air pressure from the boss and the boss's wife in the back seat made the two social animals truly feel What is suffocation.

In the spacious back seat, Nan Song and Shen Du's faces were ugly, and they occupied one side, like two mountain kings.

At a certain moment, Nan Song suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone from his bag and sent Zhou Shuwei a WeChat message.

[You don't need to come pick me up, Shen Du is here. 】

A few seconds later, Zhou Shuwei slammed a 20-second voice over. Nan Song fumbled for the buttons on the side of the phone in the dark, and turned the volume to the minimum.

When she clicked on the voice message, she put the mobile phone to her ear, and Zhou Shuwei's voice instantly resounded throughout the carriage——

"What? Shen Du went to pick you up so soon? I just called Chen Tezhu for less than half an hour, and the speed is okay! Let me say Songsong, your family Shen Du treats you very well, Don't call people dogs in our group all day long, don't you—"

Nan Song was frightened for a moment, almost jumped up from his seat, and turned off the sound in a hurry.

However, in a panic, she couldn't turn it off anyway, and finally she simply pressed the lock screen button directly.

"Click."

The car was instantly quiet.

Nan Song took a few seconds to calm down the eardrum that was almost broken by Zhou Shuwei.

She raised her head and glanced at the front, Chen Mingyu had already played with her mobile phone rather resentfully, the speed with which her little hand swiped on the screen seemed to tell everyone: I didn't hear anything, I really didn't hear anything.

Nan Song sighed silently in her heart, no wonder, she said why Shen Du, a bastard, would suddenly go to the police station to pick her up, it turned out that it was Zhou Shuwei with a big mouth who called Chen Mingyu.

Damn it, give her the gift I brought back from Los Angeles, throw it away and don't give it to her.

Speaking of presents, Nan Song thought of the suitcase he had left at the bar. Zhou Shuwei must have some things to deal with. It is so late, and it is not easy for her to bring it to him.

Nan Song thought of the series of confusing behaviors between himself and Shen Du tonight, and gave up the idea of ​​asking him to go back to the bar to get the suitcase.

After thinking for a few seconds, Nan Song raised his hand and tapped on the back of the chair in front: "Fang Cheng, put me down at the intersection ahead."

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Chen Mingyu, the co-pilot. Chen Mingyu was also stunned, and then looked back at Shen Du in the back seat.

Nan Song saw the series of reactions of the two of them in his eyes, and his face turned cold instantly: "I know that you two only follow his instructions, but what's the matter? I can't even get off the bus?"

"Do you have other matters?" Shen Du's voice was flat, without any emotion.

Nan Song sniffed, and said honestly: "My suitcase is still in Zhou Shuwei's bar, and I'm going to take it home."

"I've already arranged for someone to send it to Fei Li's mansion."

In the darkness, Nan Song blinked his eyes: "Wow. This seems to be something that people do."

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The previous silence was restored in the carriage again.

On the wide seat, the distance between the two people can hold a cow, and they are all looking out of the window.

At a certain moment, Nan Song saw a clear human face through the car window, and was so frightened that his heart "thumped", only then did he realize that it was Shen Du who was looking at her.

She turned her head, just in time to meet Shen Du's eyes, her tone was a little displeased: "What are you looking at?"

Shen Du's gaze stayed on her face for two seconds, with a sense of scrutiny.

He said slowly: "I just want to see if the stinky money of my Mr. Shen has raised you fat for nothing."

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"Los Angeles isn't fun? What are you doing back here?"

Nan Song rolled his eyes directly to the back of his head, listening to this dog man's yin and yang tone, talking to her will shorten his life or something?
"Come back when you're tired of playing, does Mr. Shen have any objections?"

"Of course Shen Gou dare not have any objections."

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It was already late at night, but the street was still very lively. As the car drove through the downtown area towards the suburbs, Nan Song's sleepiness gradually struck, and he handed Shen Du a sentence: "Call me when we arrive."

Then he leaned his head against the back of the chair and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)