Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 579 This posture has been maintained for a long time, it is obviously not a good thing

As the arms of the two shook sharply, the cup in Nan Song's hand began to shake from side to side, and the white milk inside seemed to be pouring out.

It's frightening to watch.

"Hey! Milk, milk! It's about to be spilled!" Nan Song exclaimed anxiously.

However, she didn't know what kind of tricks the dog man in front of her had done. With a flick of his wrist, he took the glass of milk away from her.

And not a drop was spilled.

Shen Du's movements were smooth and smooth throughout, as smooth as if he had rehearsed eight hundred times in advance.

The texture and color of milk will leave a light milky white mark on the edge of the glass when you drink it.

Shen Du held the glass of milk in his hand, and didn't rush to put it on the coffee table next to him.

His eyes moved down and landed on the mark, which was left by Nan Song when he drank just now.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Du did something that shocked Nan Song's pupils.

He brought the cup to his lips, and took a sip of milk at the position where she had just drank, with a touch of elegance in his slow movements.

And an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

It seemed to be tasting milk, but it seemed to be tasting something else.

Having been married for so long, the two of them have done even the most intimate things, but for some reason, Nan Song's face still blushed uncontrollably when she saw Shen Du deliberately drinking milk with the imprint she left before.

After Shen Du finished drinking, he gently put the cup on the tea table next to him, and then looked at her with a relaxed attitude.

Nan Song felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, so he stared back with a fierce look.

"Look at what?"

Originally thought that he would retort verbally, but Nan Song didn't expect Shen Du to directly attack.

After the words fell, before she could react, Shen Du had already arrived in front of her.

The distance between the two people was suddenly artificially shortened, and their faces were very close.

".what are you doing?"

Just as Nan Song finished asking, Shen Du hugged his slender waist.

"You like to hear what I said just now?"

Nan Song froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "What kind of words?"

"It's the big baby who is the smartest, and the little baby can only come in second."

Nan Song: "."

"Who told you I liked it?"

"I saw you snickering, and you still want to hide it from me?" Shen Du's ending sound raised slightly.

Nan Song looked into his eyes, and after looking for a while, stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck.

As if with a sense of revenge, she tightened her arms, strangling the back of Shen Du's fate.

"So what's the matter? I just like it. How about it? Say it again? You say it again? Believe it or not, I'll strangle you to death?"

If you don't have enough confidence, let the volume come together.

When Nan Song said this, he deliberately raised his voice a little bit, and there was a strong sense of threat in it, in an attempt to strengthen himself.

Shen Du put one arm around her waist, raised the other hand and gently scratched the tip of her small and exquisite nose, his voice was as seductive as a monster.

"Like it? Since I like it, I'll talk about it later."

Nan Song:?
"Can you stop flirting?"

Shen Du shook his head first, and then corrected her: "This is not coquettish, this is love, wife, you have to be strict."

Looking at the serious look of the man in front of him, Nan Song didn't know what to say for a moment.

I froze for a few seconds——

"Boom."

She lowered her head and left a kiss on Shen Du's lips.

Shen Du was stunned by her sudden movement, but then he laughed and hugged her closer, wanting to kiss her a second time.

Nan Song quickly pressed his palm on Shen Du's mouth, his movement was cut off, and he was stuck in the air, as if his whole body had been acupunctured.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Du opened his mouth and spit out a few syllables indistinctly, Nan Song's palms were itchy from his breathing.

"Don't let you kiss, punish you."

"Why punish me?"

He doesn't understand.

"Teasing me on purpose, watching me laugh."

"That's not called watching you joke, that's called seeing you cute. My wife is the most invincible and the cutest in the world."

Shen Du used a lot of degree quantifiers as if he had been prepared for a long time.

Even if it is such an exaggerated rainbow fart, Nan Song said that he is already used to it.

She let go of the hand covering Shen Du's mouth, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

"So what are we going to do? Calculate the time of pregnancy, brother, you're going too far away from the topic!"

She only suddenly remembered it a few seconds ago. She was obviously talking about the time of pregnancy at the beginning, so why did the style of painting suddenly go astray?

Shen Du still hugged her and didn't let go: "Well, I remember that the last time you came to my aunt seemed to be after my birthday?"

Nan Song nodded: "Yes, your birthday is July 18th, and my aunt came on July [-]th."

"So counting from July NO.18, July, August, and October all have the 31st. Today is November 21th, three months and 21 days. You have been pregnant for three months and [-] days."

Nan Song listened patiently to Shen Du's words, then stretched out his hand to touch his lower abdomen, and sighed.

"Time flies, almost four months, it's amazing."

Shen Du also looked at Nan Song's lower abdomen, and gave a faint "hmm".

At this time, Nan Song suddenly thought of something: "But why have I never felt fetal movement? Don't pregnant mothers feel fetal movement?"

Shen Du looked at her with a half-smile: "Stupid wife, the fetal movement will only start to appear after four months of pregnancy, you haven't reached the time yet."

After Nan Song finished listening, he muttered in a low voice with dissatisfaction.

"But it's been three months and 21 days, and it's only nine days away, hmph."

Shen Du reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, and said, "Maybe our baby is a baby who is sensitive and rigorous to numbers, and she won't let you feel the fetal movement before there is enough time."

After Nan Song listened, he poked his belly very lightly with his right index finger.

"Little Stubborn Bull."

"Well, wife, the baby will be born next year, so it seems to be a tiger."

Nan Song paused for a moment when he poked his belly: ".Little Stubborn Tiger? Does it sound so weird?"

"It's okay, my daughter is a tiger, she's quite fierce, she won't be bullied."

Nan Song laughed: "Do you still believe this?"

Ever since she was pregnant, Shen Du had tacitly accepted that she was carrying a daughter, and after a long time, she didn't bother to correct him anymore.

Anyway, it's all my baby, it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, you'll know when it's born.

In addition, the country prohibits non-medical identification of the sex of the fetus, so the two of them never thought about the matter of identifying the sex of the fetus in the future.

The distance between the two of them is extremely close at the moment, and Nan Song is sitting on Shen Du's lap. It is obviously not a good thing to maintain this posture for a long time.

(End of this chapter)