Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 52 Last year's clothes no longer match my temperament this year

Shen Du cast a cold look on Chen Minghe's face, and the latter's frail little heart began to tremble crazily from fright.

"You look like I haven't slept, okay?" Shen Du asked.

Chen Mingyu didn't dare to answer in an instant.

Fang Cheng didn't know what was wrong with him for a moment, subconsciously wanted to liven up the atmosphere in the car, and said with a smile: "I don't think you didn't sleep well, but you were bullied by your wife in the early morning, hahaha Ha ha"

Fang Cheng held the steering wheel in his hand and smiled recklessly, his face was sour from the smile. After a few seconds, he finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Looking up, in the mirror, his boss in the back seat was staring at him expressionlessly. Although his face was expressionless, Fang Cheng was so scared that he almost broke the steering wheel in his hand at that moment.

At the same time, Chen Mingyu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, also cast a puzzled look at him, that look seemed to say——

Brother, your head today is really stronger than that third-level helmet.
Fang Cheng carefully moved away from the gaze of his boss and himself, and then seriously drove the car, so the whole carriage returned to its usual silence.
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Autumn rain falls, autumn is cool.

In recent days, it has been raining in Yuncheng, and Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei also made an appointment for the first meeting since the season change.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, live in the SPA beauty club.

In the quiet room, the light is not very bright, only a few light strips on the four sides of the ceiling are on, and there is a faint faint fragrance in the air, which makes people relax physically and mentally.

There is a service worker sitting at the head of each of the two beds.

"Then according to your description, your family's Shen Du is determined not to sign the divorce agreement. I think you might as well give up your heart earlier, baby."

Both Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei had mask mud on their faces, and they pursed their mouths slightly when speaking.

There was laziness and helplessness in the former's voice.

"It seems that I really miscalculated this man. I thought he would definitely want a divorce, but I didn't realize that this bastard actually wanted to tie me up for the rest of my life. After such a long period of stalemate, he didn't let go. Really, I am really A little tired."

Listening to Nan Song's "Zhen Huan-style" tone, Zhou Shuwei tried her best to hold back her laughter, not letting the mask on her face collapse.

"Actually, I've even thought about plan B before. If Shen Du insists on not getting a divorce, then either he or I will leave the Feili Mansion. If there is a lawsuit, the couple will live apart for two years and the court will rule for a divorce.

I thought about it, there is a high probability that he left, because he was too busy with work and was away all year round, but when I mentioned this to him a few days ago, do you know what that dog man said? "

"what?"

Zhou Shuwei was lying flat on the bed, but her ears were pricked up, but what neither of them noticed was that the two female technicians who massaged them also pricked up their ears at the same time.

In this Qishang SPA beauty club, Nan Song and Zhou Shuwei are frequent visitors here, and the two female technicians are their exclusive technicians, so naturally they know Nan Song's identity.

Gossip in celebrity circles, who doesn't like to hear it?

"He said that he will stay in Yuncheng for a long time, except when necessary for business trips, because Yunyi's overseas projects are basically on the right track, and he doesn't need to stay abroad for a year like before."

Zhou Shuwei finished listening: "Isn't this a good thing? Two people can always develop a little relationship if they stay together for a long time."

Nan Song: ".Why do you share a virtue with Nan Jia? Are you two on my side or Shen Du's?"

"Your end, your end." Zhou Shuwei quickly followed Mao to comfort her.

Nan Song thought for a few seconds, and said, "However, I have also figured it out. If you don't get a divorce, don't get a divorce. It seems that I am too hypocritical to keep entangled in this matter."

Zhou Shuwei popped out without even thinking about it: "If you're making a fuss about divorcing a man like Shen Du who has good looks and money and doesn't mess around outside, don't you think you're not hypocritical enough?"

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Nan Song: "Can you guarantee that Shen Du didn't mess around outside behind my back?"

"Your brain is so smart and sharp, and you will find out the slightest clue that a man is messing around outside."

Nan Song felt very useful for Zhou Shuwei's rainbow fart.

"Well, that's true, not to mention that a group president of his level probably has as many paparazzi as he wants to sneak a photo of a second-tier star. He must be afraid to be stared at by so many eyes every day. Do something bad."

After Zhou Shuwei listened, she was not stingy with her praise, and gave Nan Song a thumbs up: "The analysis is very thorough, sister, you are awesome."

After finishing the SPA, the two of them went to Mingzhu Road to eat "Le Bistrot de Racine" French cuisine with black pearls and diamonds.

In order to digest food, I went straight to the shopping mall after dinner and went shopping.
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At ten o'clock in the evening, Feili Mansion.

A beam of bright white moonlight was cut into pieces by the gaps between the branches, and sprinkled on the grass by the lake, the moonlight glowed with silver light.

The car was parked in the private garage in front of the door. One minute later, Nan Song closed the trunk and entered the house with big bags and small bags.

The living room was brightly lit, and Shen Du, who was wearing home clothes, was lying on the sofa drinking red wine leisurely.

Hearing the movement, Shen Du turned his head and glanced at the door, and the two of them looked at each other.

Since the incident of "taking your dog's life" last time, the two haven't seen each other much at home in the past few days, and now they meet so suddenly, it's all because of their embarrassment.

Nan Song stabilized his mind, ignored it, turned and walked upstairs.

The person sitting on the sofa glanced at the large and small shopping bags in her hand, D, P, F, etc., and the LOGOs of several big brands were very conspicuous.

"It's just a change of season. Is it necessary to buy so much?"

Nan Song paused, turned around and looked at the person who asked the question: "Last year's clothes are no longer suitable for my temperament this year, you know what a fart."

"You bought new clothes and didn't show me?"

"Why should I show you?"

Shen Du's expression was very calm: "I can be regarded as a person who is on the cutting edge of fashion trends, if you let me have a look, maybe I can give you an adviser."

Nan Song's expression instantly changed to an unbelievable one: "You, a person who wears suits 360 days out of 360 five days a year, how dare you say that you are on the cutting edge of fashion trends?"

Facing Nan Song's soul torture, Shen Du did not rush.

"I have my own unique views on fashion. If you don't understand me, I don't blame you."

Nan Song: "."

What is wrong with this dog man today?

Just about to talk, the mobile phone in the bag rang suddenly. Nan Song put down the bag in his hand, took it out and saw that it was a call from a string of unfamiliar numbers.

(End of this chapter)