Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 567 Nan Song: "Don't beat me up."

Nan Song: ".Is your memory so good?"

"That's natural."

"tsk"

Nan Song squinted at him, really immodest.

Obviously, the head nurse told her the precautions during pregnancy on the front foot, but the anti-bone factor in Nan Song's body on the back foot was a little bit ready to move.

On the car back to Feili Mansion, Nan Song sat in the co-pilot, hesitating to speak, feeling a little uncomfortable all over.

Shen Du glanced at her several times out of the corner of his eye, and finally couldn't help it: "What's wrong with you? Is your butt itchy?"

Nan Song: "...No."

"Then why are you so restless?"

"Honey, I want to eat seafood," Nan Song said pitifully.

"sure."

Nan Song didn't expect that he would agree so decisively. After all, one of the precautions during pregnancy explained by the head nurse just now is to be cautious about eating seafood.

Her eyes were shining and she was about to speak when she heard Shen Du say: "You are only allowed to eat less than [-] grams, this is clearly explained by the head nurse."

The man's tone didn't fluctuate in the slightest, he sounded like an emotionless killer.

Nan Song: "."

She knew that things were not that simple at all. (Smile)

"Forget it. Seafood is such a delicious thing. If you don't eat enough, it's like not eating. I don't like the feeling of not eating well."

Nan Song felt a little depressed, thinking that this was just the beginning, and there would only be more and more things to avoid in the future.

She herself is a person who likes food, thinking about it this way, she became even more depressed, she simply turned her head out of the car window, looked at the retrograde street scene and said nothing.

At the same time, the car stopped slowly, waiting for the red light.

Shen Du turned his head and looked at her side face, the usually clean and neat lines were now bulging like a bun, how cute it looked.

So cute—he stretched out his hand and squeezed it.

Nan Song was already in a depressed mood, but his face was pinched again, and he was even more angry. He turned his head and said coldly: "Don't beat me!"

Shen Du: "."

Why is it like a firecracker that explodes at one point?

"Honey, the doctor said, you should maintain a good mood during pregnancy and don't get angry."

Nan Song squeezed out a warm smile at him: "Do you think I am in a good mood now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled down, as if changing faces in a Sichuan opera.

The traffic light time ended, and the car drove forward slowly, merging into the weaving traffic at five o'clock in the afternoon.
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Since the pregnancy was confirmed, apart from the topic of taboos that was often talked about by Nan Song, she and Shen Du also often had the following conversations——

"Husband, I feel so unreal, too unreal. I feel that I am still a child. Why am I going to be a mother? You said that when the baby is born, how should we raise him? Do you think I will be a good person?" Mother? I feel that I am a person. Sometimes I have a bad temper and not gentle. What if I can’t control my fierce baby? How should I get along with my baby in the future? "

Many times, before Shen Du could answer, she would continue talking.

"So what about you, husband? What do you think? Do you think you will be a good father? Do you feel anxious? Or am I the only one who is so anxious and emo? Well, sometimes I think Looking at these, I really feel very depressed, alas, life is so difficult and I am so annoyed.”

When this kind of conversation happened one or two times before, Shen Du hadn't figured out her routine yet, but as the number of times became more and more frequent, the spirit of exploration in him was also stimulated.

Finally one day, during Nan Song's nth emo, Shen Du tried to say——

"Then how about we go out to have a hot pot tonight?"

"Okay, shit!!!"

What I got was Nan Songru's response.

"."

Naturally, Shen Du realized later that he had been tricked.

But as the saying goes, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall.

When Nan Song was led by Shen Du into his favorite hot pot restaurant and sat down, but saw that the waiter brought pure clear soup pot.

Nan couldn't hold back, and cursed a beautiful Chinese quintessence in front of the waiter.

"Fuck"

Miscalculated.

The waiter's little hand holding the pot trembled, his expression was a little flustered, and he subconsciously looked at Nan Song.

Nan Song saw that the little waitress had misunderstood something, and squeezed out a beautiful and charming smile at her.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mention you, I was scolding him."

Nan Song nodded his chin towards Shen Du who was opposite, and the little waitress shifted her gaze from Nan Song's face to Shen Du's, her expression and smile were quite complicated.

Shen Du raised his eyes, and glanced at Nan Song indifferently, with the meaning of "you little stupid, what do you know" in his eyes.

It's just that Nan Song ignored the meaning in his eyes and thought he was provoking himself, so he was even more unconvinced.

Shen Du glanced at the bottom of the clear soup pot in the waiter's hand, and then at the waitress girl.

"You made a mistake, I ordered the mandarin duck pot."

A trace of panic flashed across the expression of the waitress girl: "Ah, is that so? I'm sorry sir, I'll check it right away."

Shen Du nodded calmly: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, the little waitress took the pot and left.

The two people sitting opposite each other looked at each other, and there was a faint embarrassment in the air.

While Shen Du poured tea into the cup slowly, he glanced at Nan Song from time to time.

This time, she understood the meaning in his eyes clearly, it was genuine provocation and ridicule.

"Curse, why don't you stop scolding? Is your mouth dry and uncomfortable to speak? Come on, drink some tea to moisten your throat, and then continue scolding. I'm listening."

After finishing speaking, he really handed a cup of tea to Nan Song, put it on the table in front of her, and made a "click".

Nan Song stared down at the cup of tea attentively. The bright yellow and golden tea soup was very beautiful. Under the light above his head, there was a layer of shallow water ripples.

Nan Song sniffed and began to find a place for himself.

"You obviously ordered the mandarin duck hotpot at the beginning. Seeing that I misunderstood and didn't correct me in time, you did it on purpose, right?"

Shen Du nodded frankly: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

"."

Nan Song was furious, and after thinking for two seconds, he said, "Shen Du, if you bully me like this, aren't you afraid that the baby will avenge me when the baby is born?"

"Honey, it's not bullying, it's fun." Shen Du corrected him.

Nan Song snorted coldly, his muffled nasal voice was cute and cute: "The taste of fart, I hate it to death."

"Oh, since that's the case, I'd better tell the waiter to change to a clear soup pot!"

Nan Song raised his hand to signal: "It's nothing, it's very interesting, very interesting!"

Shen Du smiled very politely, expressing his satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)