Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 60 The Mysterious Oriental Breath

Normally, he would be able to restrain the woman in front of him with one hand, but not now.

Shen Du felt that his primordial spirit was about to be completely scattered by this strong mysterious oriental aura, and he felt a little weak all over his body.

"Boss, here are two bowls of snail noodles, one of which has chicken legs!"

Shen Du: "."

Seven or eight minutes later, two bowls of steaming snail noodles were brought to the table by the boss. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask: "If you don't have enough sour bamboo shoots, you can add them yourself!"

"Okay!" Nan Song agreed very happily.

The bowl of snail noodles placed in front of Shen Du was steaming with smelly and stinky steam, directly piercing into his nose and forehead, which really irritated his eyes.

Nan Song reached out and handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Eat."

Shen Du didn't answer, raised his eyes, and looked at her, his eyes were full of misery, with anger in misery, and helplessness in anger.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Nan Song simply put the chopsticks by the side of the bowl and said with a sweet smile: "Husband, this is the first time I've taken the initiative to invite you to dinner since I've been married for so long. Be sure to eat everything."

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Shen Du only felt a little dizzy in his head.

Watching the person sitting across from him begin to eat, half of the powder in the bowl went down in a short while, he reached into his pocket, slowly took out a white KN95 mask and put it on.

After wearing it, I finally felt that I couldn't smell the mysterious oriental breath.

Looking at the woman who was so fragrant, Shen Du said, "Nan Song."

"Ok?"

Nan Song raised his head and looked at Shen Du who was wearing a mask: "...I won't blame you."

"I have something to tell you."

Through the mask, Shen Du's voice was muffled.

"You said."

Nan Song put down the chopsticks in his hand, with an expression of all ears, how could this man have the feeling of confessing his funeral?
Shen Du pondered for a second, his eyes were serious, and his voice was slightly hoarse, which was the result of being destroyed by the smell of snail powder.

"You asked me what I wanted to eat on the phone this afternoon, and I said I could do it all because I knew you were stingy with me, so I didn't expect any big meals, I thought a mediocre meal would be fine, as long as If you don't want to take me to eat shit, I can accept it."

Having said that, Shen Du paused.

"But what I didn't expect was that you actually brought me to eat shit."

Nan Song: "."

She was about to speak, but suddenly felt the slightly puzzled + unhappy look cast from the front right.

The owner of this snail noodle shop is a middle-aged couple in their 40s. Nan Song looked at the kitchen knife raised high in the hand of the proprietress who was cutting sour bamboo shoots, and smiled politely at the proprietress.

"He's joking, don't take it to heart."

The proprietress's hand holding the kitchen knife loosened visibly, and Nan Song silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not kidding."

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As soon as Shen Du's words fell, Nan Song got up and rushed forward to cover his mouth through the mask.

"I beg you to shut up quickly, the proprietress will kill you with a knife later, and tomorrow you will be on the headlines of Yuncheng. The headline of the news is that Shen Du, the president of Yunyi Group, died at Xiaoluoli Luosi Noodle Shop at the age of 28." .”

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Shen Du looked at her, with an expression in his eyes that would rather die than surrender.

Because his mouth was covered by Nan Song, his voice was a little vague: "I would rather die. I don't even eat this thing"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab Nan Song's hand, because he was really a little bit breathless.

However, Nan Song didn't understand what he meant, thinking that he insisted on taking her hand off because he wanted to say something that would lead to death.

So he covered his hands even more tightly.

From the moment he stood at the door of the store, the strong smell of snail powder kept swirling in Shen Du's brain and nasal cavity, lingering for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that Nan Song's nose and mouth were tightly covered at this moment, he only felt that he was going to die in the next second.

Seeing that his face was getting paler and his eyes were getting more and more lax, Nan Song finally compromised.

"OK, OK, don't eat, don't eat, we don't eat."

Shen Du's heart finally relaxed.

"Boss, help me pack this uneaten bowl of snail noodles!"

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Five minutes later, Nan Song, adhering to the belief that food should not be wasted, came to the gate of No. 5 Middle School with the bowl of snail noodles that Shen Du hadn't touched with his chopsticks.

It's [-]:[-], which seems to be the time when the school's first evening self-study ends.

Shen Du stood behind Nan Song, keeping a distance of at least five meters from her, with a mask still on his handsome face.

Nan Song took out his mobile phone from his bag, dialed a number and went out.

The person on the other end quickly picked it up.

"sister."

"are you in class?"

"No, it's get out of class time."

Nan Song looked down at the bowl of snail noodles in his hand, and asked, "Would you like some supper tonight?"

"Yes, I have to eat something every night, I'm growing!"

"I brought you supper, you don't have to buy it yourself."

Nan Jiashu's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little excited: "Really? Sister, did you bring me supper?!"

"Yes." Nan Song said calmly.

"What did you bring? Is it my favorite Korean fried chicken?"

Nan Song pondered for a second, and replied: "Anyway, it's a good thing, come and get it at the school gate."

"Okay, I'll come right away!"

Nan Song hung up the phone and put the phone in his bag.

Standing behind her, Shen Du witnessed the whole process, and silently sighed in his heart: It's really pitiful to be this woman's younger brother.

After thinking about it, I felt that I didn't seem to be getting any better.

After a while, a familiar figure appeared at the school gate. Nan Song stepped forward and handed the things in his hand to Nan Jiashu through the school gate.

Nan Jiashu saw Shen Du standing far away, and asked, "Why is brother-in-law standing so far away?"

Nan Song turned his head and glanced at the man under the tree.

"Oh, he's standing there looking at the scenery, don't care about him."

Through the packaging bowl, Nan Jiashu felt a hot temperature in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "What is this?"

While talking, he untied the bag and lowered his head to smell it closely. Two seconds later——

"yue"

Nan Song: "."

Nan Jiashu hurriedly tied the bag, eyes full of fear: "Sister, don't tell me, the supper you brought me is snail powder."

Nan Song nodded calmly, his eyes were frank.

"Yes."

Nan Jia said: "."

"I will not eat."

"It must be eaten. How can you not like something as delicious as snail noodles?"

There was a trace of despair in Nan Jiashu's eyes, he glanced at Shen Du who was not far away, and said, "Since it's so delicious, why don't you give it to brother-in-law?"

"Your brother-in-law has already eaten." Nan Song lied without changing his expression.

Nan Jiashu's face was full of disbelief: "Brother-in-law doesn't look like someone who can eat snail noodles."

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(End of this chapter)