Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 550 The angry dog ​​man still has to be coaxed by her

Li Tong is 22 years old, but Nan Song is not much older than her.

But the more Nan Song saw this girl, the cuter she became, and the two of them had gotten to know each other in the program group during this time, so she sometimes called her little girl directly.

Li Tong blinked: "Because I've seen a lot!"

Nan Song chuckled: "You know the king."

Li Tong saw that the topic had gone too far, so he stubbornly brought it back.

"Anyway, Mr. Nan, please tell Mr. Shen well. Everyone really hopes that you will participate in "All the Way With You". Really, the show is very interesting, so you two are going on a trip!"

Nan Song looked at Li Tong and deliberately teased her: "With your lobbying strength, I can hardly believe that you are not an undercover agent sent by the program group of "All the way with you."

The little girl raised the three fingers of her right hand, stared at her big eyes with a serious expression, full of air.

"I swear, I'm really not an undercover agent, I'm just a poor little girl who just wants to see your love in the same frame, and do you think I'm the only one fighting? Behind me there is a large group of sisters carrying the banner of CP fans Ah! Do you have the heart to see our wishes come to nothing, Teacher Nan?"

Li Tong said while blinking at Nan Song, pretending to be pitiful and innocent.

Nan Song looked at her and finally compromised: "Okay, okay, don't blink, my eyelids will cramp later, I will work hard."

Li Tong smiled instantly: "Teacher Nan is truly a bodhisattva! Thank you, thank you Guangkun!"

Nan Song's inner OS: The little girl is really easy to deceive, she won't ask Shen Du.

After Li Tong finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again.

"By the way, Teacher Nan, I have something to do."

"Ok?"

"If it's not enough to rely on your words alone when you're lobbying Mr. Shen, you can use your beauty to get him to agree. If you take off your clothes to seduce him or something, trust you, it's fine!"

Nan Song: "."

"Li Tong, Li Tong, you're only 22 years old, you're already in this rank? Tsk tsk tsk, the little girl is really amazing."

A female staff member who had been listening to gossip next to her couldn't hold back, and deliberately teased her with such a sentence.

Li Tong turned around, grinning and stretching out his hand to lock the other party's throat.

".What are you talking about, you are usually more coquettish than me!"

The two laughed and chased out of the dressing room one after the other.

Nan Song looked at their backs, looked away, and forgot about this farce in a blink of an eye.

But what she didn't expect was that she forgot, but someone remembered.
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At ten o'clock in the evening, in the hotel room, Nan Song was applying a facial mask in the bathroom.

Halfway through it, I heard Shen Du's voice coming from outside.

"Do you know that the "All the Way With You" program team wants to invite the two of us to participate in the next season?"

Nan Song paused while applying the mask, and then walked out of the bathroom.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"When did you find out?"

Because of the mask, it is inconvenient to open and close the mouth, Nan Song's voice is a bit vague, and there is a round ball head tied on the top of the head.

The whole person exudes a delicate and cute temperament.

"That's when the discussion on Weibo was lively during the day, my little makeup artist girl in the program group told me."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

Shen Du stood at the door of the bathroom, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and a pair of retro gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking ruffian.

Nan Song didn't know if it was her own illusion, she always felt that there seemed to be a hint of displeasure in the eyes of this man looking at her.

After silently speculating for a long time, he couldn't figure out what this person wanted to express, so Nan Song had to tell the truth.

"I don't think there's anything to say about this, so I didn't tell you."

Um?Why do you feel like a tongue twister?

Shen Du frowned slightly, looking into Nan Song's eyes.

She answered, but seemed not to answer.

Only then did Nan Song remember to ask him: "Then how do you know? Have you checked Weibo?"

"No, it was Shen Wanning who told me. She saw it on Weibo, and sent a WeChat message asking me if I'm sure I'm going to participate in the second season. That's how I found out."

Shen Du said this sentence with more words and longer, so Nan Song felt it more clearly, and finally confirmed that this person was really upset with her.

"So? Why are you talking so coldly?"

Shen Du stared at her for a while, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.

Nan Song didn't speak, and just looked at him with a white mask on. The two of them seemed to be in a tug-of-war, waiting for the other to say something first.

After ten seconds passed, Shen Du finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't you want to go?"

His tone was a little lower than before, and there was a hint of coolness in it.

But Nan Song is not in the mood to study anything cool and warm right now, and his attention is all on his sentence itself.

She moved her lips and was about to say "I don't want to participate", but Shen Du abruptly interrupted the word "I"——

"Okay, I see, you don't need to explain."

After saying this, Shen Du turned around and entered the bedroom.

Nan Song, who was standing there, was stunned:? ? ?

He knows?How did he know?What does he know?

He knows shit!She doesn't know.

And she really didn't understand, why is this person so nice and angry?She didn't mess with him either.

Nan Song raised his hand, and while arranging the mask cloth at the corner of his mouth with his ring finger, he walked to the door of the bedroom and poked out a small head to peek inside.

The side of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows leads to a large curved balcony, where a round table and two chairs are placed.

At this moment, Shen Du was sitting there, she could only see his back and the back of his head.

Nan Song doesn't know if it's because the dog man really has that temperament, or because his brain power is too strong.

No matter how you look at this picture, there is a sense of desolation, pitifulness and melancholy.

Shen Du sat there, motionless, he almost pasted the words "thinking about life" on his back.

Nan Song leisurely leaned against the door and looked at it for a while, recalled the conversation just now, and realized what happened.

She turned and went into the bathroom. After 10 minutes, she washed off the mask essence left on her face with water, and then applied a little hand cream, which was scented with lily of the valley and licorice.

Not far away from the steam whistle on the river, there was a long and distant sound from time to time. Shen Du looked at the night scene of the city under his feet with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a faint scent of lily of the valley in the air, and in the next second, a soft and enchanting body pressed against her.

Nan Song, who was wearing a white shirt, was sitting on Shen Du's lap. Her slightly curly long hair was loose, and the ends of her hair reached her waist. Her eyes were alluring, and her breath was blue.

(End of this chapter)