Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 556 The overlord is autistic, and his fists are hardened. He has never been wronged like this since he was a child!
Nan Song was curious: "How to solve it?"

Shen Du also sat upright, and stretched out his right hand towards her: "Go on the show and abuse the scum, let them know what social beating is. Miss Nan, are you willing to cooperate with me?"

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, the dog man looked pretty good.

But immediately, she showed a bright smile, rubbed her little hands excitedly, and then held Shen Du's hand.

"Very willing to."

As the two of them smiled knowingly, the surrounding air gradually warmed up.

Unknowingly, Shen Du's eyes fell on Nan Song's lips, and his eyes were a little hot.

"Well, since we've already shaken hands, isn't it a little unreasonable not to kiss?"

Nan Song frowned, with a disgusted expression on his face: "Kiss again? How many times do you want to kiss each day?"

"A few times are never too many, kiss? Bring it here!"

Before Nan Song could react, Shen Du kissed him.

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Nan Song rolled his eyes angrily: This f*ck is really a bully boss.

The dog man perfectly explained what Feng Shui turns. Just now she kissed him in all kinds of ways, but now she has been kissed by him in all kinds of ways.

But kissing and kissing, Nan Song felt that something was wrong, the nauseating feeling in his stomach that he had that day came again.

After all, it was kissing, and it seemed insulting to retch in front of the other person, so she suppressed that feeling forcibly.

Shen Du, who was kissing so selflessly, didn't feel her discomfort at all, and was still in a state of devotion.

Nan Song knew that if he continued to kiss like this, it would only be a kiss to show respect in the end, so he thought maybe he should put in a little bit of it.

But I don't know why, the more I want to get involved, the stronger the feeling of nausea.

At a certain moment, Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore, she got out of bed as soon as she pushed Shen Du away, she didn't even have time to put on her slippers, she covered her mouth and rushed towards the bathroom.

That's right, it's rushing, not running.

Because she had a premonition that she was going to vomit in the next second.

On the huge bed, Shen Du, who was pushed away by Nan Song, lay reclining in a distorted posture, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Ok?What just happened?
His wife pushed him away?Still covering your mouth and rushing into the bathroom?Even, with a disheveled face?
Shen Du's eyes straightened, and he began to think about the logic.

After about five seconds, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, and took a breath.

Fuck?Does he have bad breath? ? ?What does this woman mean? ? ?
"Oh!"

It was the sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut.

The overlord was depressed.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of retching came from the bathroom.

The overlord shut himself up.

The fist is also hard.

He has never been wronged like this since he was a child!

He has no bad breath!No bad breath!
In order to prove his innocence, Shen Du also quickly turned over and got out of bed, clenching his fists and striding towards the bathroom arrogantly.

He has to ask today why he kissed him and then went to the bathroom to vomit!
The door was not locked, so Shen Du opened it with a twist.

Beside the white sink, Nan Song was propping her left hand on the countertop, and her right hand was covering her chest. She frowned slightly, looking very uncomfortable.

Shen Du had already thought of a series of questions that could be asked in his heart, but now seeing Nan Song's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't ask anything for a moment.

Shen Du turned around and walked quickly to the dining table, poured a cup of hot water at a suitable temperature, and passed it to Nan Song in the bathroom.

"Drink some water, take your time."

Because Nan Song was too uncomfortable, he didn't look up and took it directly.

After gulping down a big gulp, she finally stood up and looked in the mirror.

She originally wanted to see if her complexion was bad, but when she raised her head, her attention was first attracted by Shen Du's complexion.

If you use black charcoal as a metaphor, it can't be said that it is irrelevant, it can only be said that it is exactly the same.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

Shen Du pursed his lips and said nothing, but all kinds of emotions were surging in his eyes.

Nan Song felt that if his judgment was not wrong, the emotions in Shen Du's eyes probably included doubt, anger, grievance, etc., which were very diverse.

In addition, there are some emotions, which are not well understood by her level.

Shen Du just looked at her quietly like that, making Nan Song feel a little scared.

He was about to speak, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her bare feet, stepping on the cold floor.

After a moment of silence, Shen Du swallowed back what he was going to say.

He stretched out his hand, pulled Nan Song out of the bathroom, and sat down beside the bed.

Shen Du picked up Nan Song's two feet and stuffed them into the bed.

"The cold starts from the feet, isn't it cold if you don't wear shoes?"

Nan Song blinked, a little speechless: "Brother, it's summer."

Shen Du: "."

Fuck, I miscalculated, I just cared about people.

Pretending not to hear Nan Song's words, he continued to stare at people.

Nan Song finally realized something was wrong: ".What are you doing looking at me like this? It's creepy."

"Do you dislike me very much?"

This question came a bit suddenly, and Nan Song was stunned for a moment.

"I hate you?"

"Ah."

"No, why should I dislike you?"

Shen Du looked at her frank expression, and decided to get straight to the point: "Then why did you kiss me just now and then feel like throwing up?"

Nan Song went over his words again in his mind, feeling a little funny.

"No, that's because I'm not feeling well, and it has nothing to do with kissing you."

Shen Du had a cold face: "I don't believe it."

Nan Song was a little absent-minded: ".You don't believe me. I don't know how to explain this to you."

In fact, it's not that she doesn't want to explain, it's just that she's a little lost in her mind and her mind is a little messed up now, because it seems that
There was a faint guess in her heart, and she decided to check it on Baidu on her mobile phone later.

However, Nan Song's answer and actions fell into Shen Du's eyes, and the meaning was different. Now he only felt that she was short of putting two large characters on her forehead——

Scum, female.

He asked her if she disliked him, she said no, but her reaction just now is that he is a big man who doesn't want to lose face?Gan.

Shen Du's inner OS: God, should I trust this woman who talks about running trains? (Smile)

In the following time, the two did not have any conversation.

After turning off the lights, one sleeps on the left and the other sleeps on the right in a huge bed, back to back, and the space in the middle becomes the Pacific Ocean.

Because each of them has something in their hearts, even the air around them has become a little delicate.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, 3 minutes passed——

Nan Song and Shen Du picked up their phones at the same time, and clicked into Baidu at the same time.

It's just that the questions entered by the two people are completely different.

Nansong's input is: What are the symptoms in the first trimester?
What Shen Du typed was: Why did my wife suddenly feel like vomiting during the kiss? (no bad breath)

　The author said that he has never seen such a stupid president, so forget about it. (dog head)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)