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Chapter 578 "Little babies are also smart, but the smartest in our family is the big baby, that is, your mother."

"Mom, that—"

"toot toot"

The phone was hung up.

Nan Song: "."

She originally wanted to say that there is no need to hurry and must come here today, but Ye Lan hung up the phone after saying that, so she had no time to finish the rest of the sentence.

Nan Song pressed the phone back to the home screen, looked at Shen Du: "Mom is coming over after playing mahjong."

"Well, I heard that."

Thinking of the pregnancy time calculation problem that Ye Lan said on the phone, Nan Song said: "Then let's recalculate my pregnancy time?"

"it is good."

Nan Song sat down on the sofa first, took a small plush blanket next to her and covered her lap, Shen Du went to Zhongdaotai and poured her a cup of hot milk in front of her.

"Drink this."

"Yes." Nan Song obediently agreed.

Today's weather is fine, the cup of hot milk is placed on the tea table, just under a beam of sunlight, the milky white liquid has an indescribable warmth under the warm sun of early winter.

Just like the atmosphere in the room at the moment.

Nan Song lifted the glass to his mouth and drank it in small sips.

She sipped it lightly, paused, and looked up at Shen Du: "Huh? Is it sweet?"

Shen Du nodded: "Well, I added a little sugar, otherwise you will find it tasteless."

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had complained to this person yesterday, saying that in the past few days, when eating, she always felt tasteless in her mouth, very bland.

Shen Du didn't actually say anything at that time, but Nan Song didn't know if it was his own illusion when eating dinner, he always felt that the salty taste of the dishes seemed a little bit heavier than before.

Then the glass of milk in his hand was put in sugar again.

It seems that it was not my illusion last night, nor was it that the person who was frying the vegetables shook his hands when he put the salt.

And the temperature of the milk is just right, not too hot, but not too warm or cold, it is her favorite temperature.

If this was put in the past, Nan Song might still sigh silently in her heart, "The dog man is quite careful", but she won't now.

The two of them have been together for so long, and they already know each other well enough. She gradually gained insight into some of Shen Du's hobbies and habits, and he did the same.

The two have already developed a tacit understanding.

That's why there is such a cup of hot sweet milk that is at a moderate temperature for her. It doesn't matter if it's too much or too little.

It is precisely because such warm little details are slowly permeating their lives that Nan Song will feel more and more that everything is developing in the best direction.

"Hey."

Shen Du heard her calling him, and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

"Have you read the Tiantian Wen?"

"What is that?" There was a trace of doubt in Shen Du's calm expression.

"A type of online novel, with more ancient backgrounds. Most of the stories written are about the protagonist's fair and ordinary daily life, daily necessities, and parents' short stories. It is a very warm and healing story."

Shen Du shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Nan Song looked at him with a slight smile on his brows and eyes, as if he was looking at a little fool who didn't understand anything.

"Why are you asking this?"

Before Nan Song could answer, Shen Du continued speaking according to his own imagination.

"Do you want to become an online writer and write farming novels? I heard that writing novels is easy to lose hair, because you have to face the frenzied urging of readers, and sometimes you will get stuck. Are you sure you can handle these pressures? Or, have you lost interest in being an actor?"

Nan Song: "."

She just asked a random question, how can this dog man be so clever?
Very speechless.

She shook her head: "No, I don't want to change careers, I just suddenly felt that our life seems to be developing in the direction of farming."

Shen Du looked into her eyes, recalled her words in his heart, and when he understood, he curled his lips.

"Then why don't you just change careers and become an Internet writer. It would be nice to write our daily stories into novels."

Nan Song: "I said, why do you think that one is one? Didn't I just say that there are more ancient backgrounds in the farming literature, and there is no modern one. We are modern people, okay?"

Shen Du showed great interest in this matter.

"It doesn't matter. Whether you are an ancient person or a modern person, you have to live a life, right? Since you are living a life, you must have a happy and warm daily life. Isn't it the same?"

Seeing that what he said was so well-founded, Nan Song forgot what he was going to say for a moment.

She looked at him, and after holding it in for a long time, she just said: "You are so smart, you are the only one who is smart!"

Shen Du knew very well what it meant to accept as soon as it was good, and threw this "rainbow fart" back towards Nansong in good time.

"I'm not smart, my wife is the smartest."

After speaking, his eyes fell on Nan Song's lower abdomen, and he added something sincerely.

"The little baby is also smart, but the smartest in our family is the big baby, that is, your mother. You can only come second."

Nan Song's heart trembled, and he was successfully seduced by Shen Du's behavior.

In fact, such words have more or less a little childish meaning. If someone else said it, Nan Song would have already kicked him to the sky.

But I don't know why, when Shen Du said these words, all the childishness disappeared, and the rest was completely provocative, especially provocative.

It made her little heart skip a beat.

But being teased and being teased, you can't be too obvious on the surface, otherwise it will be embarrassing?
Thinking of this, Nan Song coughed lightly and collected his expression.

"Hmph, do you think I'm happy just saying that?"

Shen Du raised his eyebrows, and asked her back: "Aren't you happy?"

Nan Song could clearly feel the tone of her being tightly controlled.

"cut."

She snorted lightly, turned her head to the side, and continued to drink the glass of milk in her hand.

Originally he drank with a straight face, but as he drank, he remembered what Shen Du said just now when he looked at her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, I felt that the milk I drank in my mouth seemed to become sweeter.

After all, Nan Song couldn't hold back her laughter. When Shen Du found out, she was guilty of raising the cup in her hand and moving it up, trying to block her snickering expression.

There was only half a meter between the two of them, and the more Shen Du saw her like this, the more determined he was to expose her.

So I asked her deliberately: "What's wrong with you? The milk doesn't suit your appetite? Or is your face uncomfortable?"

Nansong used both the cup and his arm to cover his expression, and smiled silently.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Shen Du became rebellious, leaned forward, and held her slender wrist.

Because he was holding milk in his hand, Nan Song was afraid of spilling it, so he could only let him remove his hand.

(End of this chapter)