Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 6 Shen Du, Are You a Beast?
At one o'clock in the morning, the Feili mansion is illuminated by a bright white moon, and the night is as cool as water, intertwined with the smell of dew in the midsummer night.

The villas here are designed in a modern style as a whole, with many geometric elements, which draw a clear outline for each building, revealing low-key luxury in plain and exquisite.

The slender and white fingertips of the person in the back seat moved slightly.

Nan Song slowly opened his eyes, and casually touched the mobile phone next to him to check the time. Kazilan's big eyes were almost blinded by the white light.

26:[-].

After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, Nan Song realized that she was still in the back seat of the car, and she was the only one left in the car.

After being stunned for two seconds, she finally came to her senses, and there was an angry curse from the whole carriage——

"Damn it! Shen Du, that bastard!"

The dog man didn't call her.

Sleeping in the back of the car for hours wasn't comfortable, and sure enough, she had a stiff neck.

Nan Song got out of the car with her head tilted enduring the pain. When she opened the door, she raised her leg and threw off the high heels on her feet. The moonlight shone in through the window. The window was bright and clean, and the floor was spotless.

Nan Song poured a glass of water and went up to the second floor.

As soon as the door was opened, there was no one in the bedroom. She retreated to the corridor and took a look at the study, and there was indeed light coming through the crack in the door.

Are you still dealing with official business at such a late hour? Are you afraid of sudden death someday?Forget it if you are too busy, dog man.

Nan Song angrily closed the bedroom door, deliberately making a loud noise.

Due to the inconvenient neck, the whole washing process was quite painful. She gave up the rose bubble bath and simply took a shower and left the bathroom.

When lying down on the bed, Shen Du, who was wearing home clothes, came in. Nan Song gave him a sideways look, his eyes showing indifference.

She was not covered with a quilt, and she was only wearing a dark green silk suspender nightdress.

The smooth fabric is as flexible as a green spring under the light, and the dark green nightdress contrasts sharply with the slender white legs.

In addition, Nan Song is lying on his side, and his body curve from waist to hip is more charming.

Shen Du's eyes fell on Nan Song's slender waist, which he held tightly, and in the next second, he raised his hand to turn off the floor lamp.

The quiet bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness.

Once people's vision is blurred, hearing and touch will be many times more accurate than usual. For example, Nan Song can't fall asleep now.

The last time she shared the bed with Shen Du was in February when she celebrated the Spring Festival in Shen's old house.

For half a year, no two people had slept in the same bed, and the shallow breathing of the person next to her was a great disturbance to her at this time.

It took a full hour for Nan Song to gradually feel sleepy. Just when she was about to fall asleep in a daze, she vaguely felt a warm temperature slowly approaching her.

It was Shen Du's body.

He put his arm around her waist and used a little strength. Nan Song closed his eyes and turned to face him reluctantly.

If it wasn't because she was too sleepy now, she would definitely kick this bastard to the ground.
As soon as she turned around, before she had time to relieve the pain in her neck, a dense kiss with a woody aroma fell on Nan Song's lips.

She was startled, she lost all sleepiness, and when she opened her eyes, Shen Du's right hand also covered her slender waist.

"No, it's late at night, what are you doing?"

Nan Song murmured, with a sleepy laziness in his voice, he stretched out his hand to push him away.

Shen Du's eyes were as deep as ink, and with his arms propped on both sides of Nan Song's body, he just bent over and looked at her quietly, his eyes a little dark.

Only the slightly exposed blue veins on the man's temple reminded Nan Song of the subtle emotions he was restraining at this moment.

However, in the next second, her hands were imprisoned on top of her head, and due to her posture, there was another clear pain in her neck.

Nan Song got a little angry, and raised his leg to kick Shen Du: "I have a neck pain and you want to come too? Shen Du, you are a beast, aren't you?"

Shen Du ignored her at all.

When the nightgown was lifted up high and the two were honest with each other, Nan Songdu still looked reluctant.

Shen Du suddenly spoke in her ear, his voice tinged with deep lust.

"After thinking about it, I just think we should let you see if your husband is disabled or not."

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The night is as cold as water, someone wants to cry but has no tears.
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In the early morning of the next day, Nan Song changed into a capable off-white suit, his long hair was tied into a low ponytail, and he drove to the company with his stiff and painful neck. smiley face.

"President Nan is back!"

"Mr. Nan!"

Nan Song nodded indifferently, took the coffee handed over by his assistant Wendy and went straight into the office, but the outside room exploded.

"Hey, I heard that Mr. Nan came back this time to deal with divorces?"

"Who did you listen to? You can't spread this word indiscriminately."

"Didn't you go to Weibo? It's all over the Internet."

"Where is where? Turn it out and show me!"

In the quiet office, Nan Song was unaware of the heated discussion about her private affairs outside, and the black pen was twirling on her slender fingers.

In the six months she was away, the company's performance was basically in a stocking state.

But fortunately, although the profit was not much, there was no loss anyway, which is justified.

Leaving the company alone and running to the other side of the earth to be the boss for half a year, there is probably no one else but her.

I still remember the time when she just left China, the media didn't know what she was scribbling——

A down-and-out wealthy young lady with a love brain, a hard-working boudoir and resentful wife, no princess life but suffering from princess disease.
Among the various titles, not to mention the others, the word "love brain" is the most eye-catching to Nan Song.

She, Nan Song, love brain?

Those marketing accounts and unscrupulous media on Weibo must be blind to write like this. Only she knows that the former Nan Song is dead, and now——

It is Niu Hulu·Nan Song.

"Snapped."

The financial statement in his hand was thrown on the table, Nan Song picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, then dialed Shen Du's phone.

No one answered, the expected result, Nan Song had long been used to it, and dialed Chen Mingyu's number without changing his expression.

A respectful voice soon came from the other end.

"Mrs."

"Where's Shen Du?" Nan Song cut to the chase.

"Boss Shen is in a meeting now."

"When will it end?"

Chen Mingyu raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the watch: "It's expected to end in 10 minutes, ma'am."

"Ask him to call me back immediately after it's over."

"Okay, ma'am."

Chen Ming and the "wife" who said one after another, made Nan Song's head ache.

She really wants to tell him directly right now, try to change her words first, the old lady will not be your Mrs. Shen's wife soon.

But in order to prevent poor Chen Zhu from being scared to pee on the spot, Nan Song didn't say this after all.

(End of this chapter)