Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 520 I thought it would still be a good night's dream, but what Nan Song didn't expect was that Shen Du's word became a prophecy

"Ok, I know."

The reason why Shen Du knew that Ning Yan was an idiot was because during the recording process in the afternoon, Nan Song couldn't take it anymore, so he sent him a lot of wechat complaints.

But because he was busy at the time, he didn't see it, and now he made a phone call after Nan Song finished work.

After chatting casually for a while, Nan Song suddenly remembered something.

"Tell you something funny."

"Ok?"

"That Wang Quan, I heard two staff members talking about him in the bathroom today, saying that he really wanted to be with me at the beginning, and even asked his agent and director team to say hello, but later I don't know what happened, the show crew separated him from me."

"I didn't know until I heard this. It turned out that they really wanted to fire CP with me, so I'm still worried today."

"What are you worried about?" Shen Du asked.

"Worried about whether he will create opportunities for contact and communication even if he is not in a group with me because he wants to fire CP, it will really make people sick, so I recorded with Gao Designer all day Cooperate, and earnestly do what you are doing, without even glancing at him."

When Nan Song said this, his tone was very proud, and Shen Du could understand the subtext in her words——

So why don't you compliment me quickly?

Shen Du chuckled lightly, and said, "Well, my wife is awesome."

Seeing that he responded quickly and fulfilled his little pride, Nan Song felt a little flattered, and continued to talk happily.

"But do you know what happened next?" She said in a mysterious tone.

Shen Du was also quite cooperative: "What?"

"During the stage of conceiving the design concept, he really came to me."

Shen Du frowned slightly, his expression a little displeased: "What does he want you for?"

"He said he wanted to ask me, how big is the gap between the drill and the claw???"

"How did you answer that?"

Nan Song coughed and cleared his throat, imitating the tone he spoke to Wang Quan at that time.

"Let me say, Mr. Wang Quan, do you think that Li Pei, the designer in your group who is a professional and has won many jewelry design awards, is not worthy of answering your simple question?"

"He probably didn't expect me to refuse so straightforwardly, his face immediately turned red and then pale, and then he went back to find his designer resentfully."

Shen Du listened very intently, and felt as if he was listening to Shuangwen.

His wife is so cute, she is the cutest in the whole world.
Nan Song sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a soft pillow in his arms, and his slightly curly long hair was coiled into a round fluffy ball head on top of his head.

"I thought at the time that Wang Quan really didn't have a brain. I understand jewelry design is one thing, but this time I'm participating in the show as a celebrity guest instead of a jewelry designer!"

"Why do you think this person is so confused? Anyway, he has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, so he should know how to write the word 'emotional intelligence'? He came to ask me a question in front of everyone, that is, Designer Li Pei has a big structure and a good temper, so I didn't care about him."

After Shen Du listened, he gave a light snort in agreement.

"What brains does a man who wants to fire CP with a married female guest have?"

Nan Song nodded like a pest: "That's right! You're a bad guy!"

On the other end of the phone, the smile on the corner of Shen Du's mouth became more and more perverted, his wife was so cute even swearing, she just fell in love with her.

"Later, I was still worried that Wang Quan would not give up and make a comeback and continue to bother me, but guess what?"

"What's the matter?"

"Ning Yanke, that girl has taken a fancy to Wang Quan hahahahahahaha! You're fucking me!"

Nan Song's insane laughter came from the receiver.

"During the entire recording process, she seized every opportunity to go to Wang Quan's side. You don't know, Wang Quan is so annoyed by her that she has no time for other things."

"That is to say, casual cameras are not allowed at the recording site of the program, otherwise I will definitely take a picture of that scene and send it to you to open your eyes hahahahaha!"

Listening to Nan Song's hearty and crisp laughter, the exhaustion from dealing with official duties all day was swept away.

Suddenly, a thought surged slightly in Shen Du's heart. Some nights before, the way Nan Song groaned under his body instantly came to mind, completely out of control, and he felt his throat a little tight.

"Wife."

Hearing Shen Du suddenly calling out to himself in a serious manner, Nan Song asked, "Why?"

"I miss you."

"."

Is it so sudden?

Nan Song was about to ask "What do you miss me", when Shen Du jumped out the next sentence——

"Missing you."

Nan Song: "."

"Shen Du, be normal, I'm afraid."

Shen Du answered calmly: "This is my normal state, don't you understand me?"

". How dare you say so?"

Nan Song was once again choked by his words about tigers and wolves, and felt a little pain in her head. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

"Be patient."

"I can't take it anymore."

Nan Song took a deep breath, not wanting to continue with him on this colorful topic.

"I'm going to sleep."

Shen Du's side was relentless: "Without me by your side, can you sleep? Won't you have nightmares?"

Nan Song sneered: "You may not believe it, I can sleep soundly without you."

In fact, she also finds this question strange. Without Shen Du to accompany her to sleep with her, it is difficult for her to sleep well and she will have nightmares. This phenomenon seems to only exist in the Feili mansion.

Once he went out, this phenomenon disappeared, and Nan Song himself was a little puzzled.

After a while, Shen Du's voice came: "That's fine."

There was a hint of disappointment and grievance in the man's tone.

Nan Song was about to hang up when he heard him add another sentence: "Honey, remember to miss me when you work outside, it's best to dream of me, okay?"

Nan Song's little hand trembled, and the phone almost dropped.

How does a big man live out his life with a sense of déjà vu that he looks at his wife? ? ?

"Okay, okay, hang up."

"You haven't told me yet."

"."

Nan Song closed his eyes, gritted his molars silently, and squeezed out three syllables from between his teeth: "Me, me, da!"

"Well, I'm satisfied, good night wife."

Afraid that he would say something else, Nan Song hung up the phone as quickly as possible.

She lifted Xiangxiang's soft blanket and lay down in it.

Originally thought that tonight would still be a good night's dream like last night, but what Nan Song didn't expect was that Shen Du's words came true.

She really dreamed about him.

No, to be precise, what she dreamed about was Shen Du and their future son.

In the dream, his son inherited Shen Du's coquettish aura, and Nan Song was frightened awake.

(End of this chapter)