Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 534 She is an adult with a bad temper, she likes quick fights
In addition, he still didn't believe that, just with his own charisma, Nan Song would really never look at him more from the beginning to the end.

You know, looking at the entire entertainment industry, there are not a few female stars who are impressed by his personality charm, and he does not believe that Nan Song will be an exception.

Nan Song looked at Wang Quan, his eyes were as indifferent as possible, and finally he opened his red lips and said three words.

"Didn't wait for the bus—"

Seeing that the opportunity came, Wang Quan smiled and pointed to the Phaeton next to him: "In that case, let Teacher Nan go back together in my car. I just happen to be going back to the hotel too."

"Waiting for my husband."

Nan Song looked at him with great interest, and slowly finished the rest of his words.

Wang Quan: "."

In the gentle night wind, Nan Song raised his hand and stroked the disobedient hair on his forehead. Between his gestures, his jade arms were white and slender, exuding a sense of calm elegance.

"Mr. Wang, if I'm not wrong, there must be the paparazzi you're looking for nearby right now? Did the cameras be set up, and they started clicking the shutter as soon as I got into your car?"

When Wang Quan heard this sentence, his expression changed.

"And if there is no accident, there should be one at the entrance of the hotel? Do you think that everyone is like you, and the thing on the neck is just for increasing height and not for thinking?"

Subtext: Do you fucking think everyone is as brainless as you?

As a result, Wang Quan's face became even uglier.

But the problem is that he did find a paparazzi to stay, and he was going to take a picture of her getting into his car, and then bought a wave of trending searches tonight.

As long as two people are bound together, no matter what, the popularity and traffic will come naturally first.

However, Wang Quan had thousands of calculations, and he never calculated that his plan would be guessed by Nan Song.

He adjusted his mentality, there was nothing unusual in his expression, and he smiled: "Mr. Nan, I admire your imagination, but I just want to send you back to the hotel. You don't need to think about it."

With the development of the matter to this point, Nan Song no longer intends to fight him with any bullshit and euphemistic and roundabout tactics.

She's an adult with a bad temper and likes quick fixes.

Nan Song folded his arms around his chest, and sneered unabashedly: "You still pretend to be here with me?"

"Let me tell you Wang Quan, you have been in the entertainment industry for so many years and have experience, and I have also been in the entertainment industry for so many years. I may know some routines of internal entertainment better than you."

"Whether paparazzi are arranged to stay, you know it well."

After Nan Song said these words, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a taxi driving towards her not far away, and the rear windows were lowered.

Shen Du was sitting in the back row by the window, looking towards her. The warm yellow street lights at night cast shadows on that handsome and familiar face, which made Nan Song feel at ease.

She and Shen Du looked at each other, then looked away, and fell on the face of the man in front of them.

"Also, I have always had a very curious question, why are you always so confident in yourself? I know you have many female fans, and I know that you are used to being praised."

"It's normal for a person who always stays above the clouds to be a little buoyant, but with all due respect, Wang Quan, you don't really think that every woman will like you, do you? No way?"

Nan Song's words were merciless, tearing away Wang Quan's last layer of psychological construction, and after tearing it off, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times.

Wang Quan finally frowned uncontrollably.

Nan Song was even happier, she leaned her upper body slightly forward, as if she wanted to see his distorted expression more clearly.

The moon is bright tonight, and the night sky is full of stars.

Under the bright moonlight, there was a hint of teasing in the cold beauty's eyes, as if she didn't pay attention to everything.

"Why, I hit it again? I'm sorry, I just like to tell the kind of embarrassing truth."

Leaving this sentence behind, Nan Song saw that the taxi Shen Du was riding in stopped by the side of the road. After a while, the man opened the door and got out of the car.

"Master, wait a moment, I'm leaving soon."

The driver in the front seat responded, "Okay, sir."

Nan Song raised his chin slightly, and waved to Shen Du who was going up the steps: "Husband, this way!"

Under the beautiful moonlight, Shen Du curled his lips and nodded slightly.

Wang Quan's back was facing the side of the road, so he didn't see Shen Du getting off the car before, but now seeing Nan Song suddenly reaching out to say hello, his body froze, and he turned around belatedly.

He thought that the phrase "waiting for my husband" that Nan Song just said was lying to him, and it was just a temporary excuse made up to avoid taking his car back to the hotel.

The two men looked at each other, and there was a layer of coldness in the surrounding air.

Shen Du's body and eyes also radiated coldness, the kind that could freeze people to death.

But when his arms wrapped around his waist, through the thin fabric, Nan Song's skin felt a warmth.

When Shen Du stared at Wang Quan, he used the same look of looking at garbage as before at the door of the room.

It's just that Nan Song knows her husband better.

She always felt that, comparing the two meanings of "looking at a garbage" and "looking at a dead person", the latter seemed to have a larger proportion in Shen Du's eyes at this moment.

Thinking about the way Shen Du looked at Wang Quan, Nan Song had a faint guess in his heart——

This time, Wang Quan probably seemed to be completely finished.

About ten seconds passed, and Shen Du and Wang Quan stared at each other silently for ten seconds.

Just when Wang Quan was about to speak preemptively, his lips moved slightly when he saw Shen Du turn around with Nan Song in his arms.

"Let's go."

The two of them didn't even give Wang Quan any extra glances. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it.

"."

This feeling is really fucking uncomfortable.

Watching Shen Du and Nan Song get into the car together, Wang Quan moved his neck left and right with his hands on his hips, bit his back molars, and his hostile face was full of impatience.

"Everyone is gone, don't hide, come out." He said this into the air.

But no one came out around.

Wang Quan felt strange, and turned his head to look at the squatting location that he had discussed with the paparazzi before. There was a small fountain there, which had a certain shielding effect.

But more than ten seconds passed, and there was no movement. In an instant, Wang Quan became even more angry.

Fuck, what are you doing and what's going wrong, these paparazzi dare to leave halfway, don't fucking want to take money! -
In the back row of the taxi, Nan Song's hand was held by Shen Du.

"hungry?"

Nan Song nodded: "Hungry! Want to eat supper!"

(End of this chapter)