Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 61

"Know people, know face, but don't know heart. He had a delicious meal just now. Believe in yourself, you can do it too. Come on."

Nan Jiashu moved his lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Nan Song.

"Your brother-in-law and I will leave first, go back quickly!"

Seeing Nan Song started to walk back, Shen Du waved at Nan Jiashu.

Nan Jiashu didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that he seemed to see a faint encouragement from his brother-in-law's eyes? -
Ten minutes later, the two entered a western restaurant.

This western restaurant is on the 37th floor. The building is located on the east bank of the Huaijiang River. Nansong chose a location by the window, where you can see the beautiful river view at night.

In the center of the hall is a low platform on which a black piano is placed. A luthier in a black tuxedo is elegantly playing the piece "Always With Me" by the famous Japanese composer Joe Hisaishi.

Shen Du sat down on the chair, took off the mask on his face, and let out a long breath.

Nan Song frowned: "Is that an exaggeration?"

Shen Du looked at her, a trace of life finally recovered in his previously dark eyes, but his face was still as black as a piece of charcoal.

"Actually, I planned to pick it later."

"Why?" Nan Song asked.

"First, you ate snail noodles just now. I'm afraid that your mouth tasted when you talked to me. Second, the two of us now smell like snail noodles. The waiter looked at us for a long time when we entered the door just now. You Didn't you notice?"

Nan Song shook his head frankly: "I didn't notice, is there any law that stipulates that people who have eaten snail noodles can't enter western restaurants?"

Shen Du looked at Nan Song as if he was mentally retarded, and he couldn't connect the woman who slurped snail noodles in front of him just now with the elegant and cold woman who wore a beautiful evening dress at the reception on weekdays.

He pondered for a second before speaking.

"There's a saying, don't do to others what you don't want to be done to others, and there's another saying, don't do to others what you want to be done to others, in any case, although we are a plastic couple, I still hope that at least you won't be so mad that you want to my life."

Nan Song blinked and argued for himself: "Brother, I just want to treat you to snail noodles, and I'm not treating you to shit."

Shen Du met her eyes, his eyes seemed to ask: Is there any difference between these two things?

Nan Song: "Then didn't I force you in the end?"

"You don't seem to be forcing it, but it's better than forcing it. Doesn't it mean that snail noodles are lethal only if you have to eat them in your mouth? With that smell, people will be killed if you stop on that street, do you understand?" ?”

Nan Song looked sincere: "I don't understand, I just think the snail powder is delicious, and it must be super spicy and sour bamboo shoots."

Shen Du: "."

He didn't talk speculatively, he was too lazy to reason with this woman.

After a few minutes, the waiter slowly put together the meals, including foie gras with red wine and pepper, salmon in honey sauce, scones with blackcurrant, bacon and asparagus rolls, and two perfectly fried sirloin steaks.

Shen Du glanced at the dishes on the table, and when he raised his eyes, he found that Nan Song was still staring at the menu in his hand and continued to read.

"Do you want to order food?"

Nan Song didn't look up, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Well, I'm thinking. What else can I do?"

".Didn't you eat snail noodles just now? There's not enough for you on the table?"

Nan Song paused while flipping through the menu, and looked up at the person sitting across from him, with a slight displeasure in his tone.

"What do you know? I obviously only ate half of that bowl of snail noodles, and I didn't finish it, okay? What's enough for half a bowl? It's not enough to get stuffed between my teeth."

Shen Du: "."

When Nan Song said this, a slight sadness appeared on his face.

"But this kind of good life will not last long. After a while, after entering the group, I will work harder than usual to maintain my figure."

Shen Du looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly: "You still have this awareness?"

"I've been in the entertainment industry anyway, okay? Who do you look down on? Things like cameras and big screens make you look fatter than seeing them with your own eyes. Many fans or passers-by who have seen female stars in real life will say that they are She's thinner than she looks on TV, don't you notice?"

"No, I'm not interested in female stars."

Nan Song unceremoniously rolled his eyes in his heart, listening to the arrogant tone, as if all the female stars in the world owed him.

Nan Song forked a piece of steak into his mouth, his taste buds were healed in an instant, and he began to enjoy the last delicious dinner before joining the group.

Halfway through eating, she opened her mouth out of pure gossip.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do with Zhou Shuwei's house you bought now? You already have so many houses under your name, don't you think it's troublesome?"

"It has already been shot."

Nan Song was stunned: "."

Is this the way rich people buy and sell houses?fuck you

The speed was so fast that even Ximen Chuuxue, who drew his sword, called him a good guy.

Shen Du gently placed the fork in his hand on the side of the plate, and took a sip of the wine.

"Speaking of which, the day after tomorrow is NO.13."

"Ah."

Seeing that the person on the opposite side did not continue, Nan Song asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to go to Zhaoshuihoushan?"

Nan Song paused slightly while eating.

"Go."

"when to go?"

Nan Song looked at Shen Du and said nothing, she didn't know why this man suddenly cared about this issue.

"It's eight or nine in the morning, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, just ask."

Nan Song snorted lightly, but this snort was not mocking Shen Du, but mocking himself.

She thought for a moment just now that this dog man wanted to go with her the day after tomorrow? ? ?

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little upset. Nan Song raised his chin slightly, his eyes were indifferent: "Ask casually? Can't you ask something else?"

Shen Du looked calm: "What do you want me to ask?"

Nan Song was choked by him, and he didn't want to talk to anyone anymore.

"Hurry up and eat, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom with his bag.

Shen Du's hand holding the wine glass paused in the air, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes resting on Nan Song's proud back: Where did he offend this woman again?
Five minutes later, a clear and loud sound of high-heeled shoes was getting closer, Shen Du looked up, and saw Nan Song walking towards him with a small bag, and the speed of his feet was a bit fast.

She sat down on the chair calmly and gracefully, with a light of gossip radiating from her eyes: "Guess who I saw in the corridor when I went to the bathroom just now?"

Shen Du looked at her, thought for a second, and said, "Did you see Tom Cruise and Meng Xining talking happily?"

Nan Song: "."

(End of this chapter)