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Chapter 620 "Why are you always so keen on patting my ass?" "Because you are a tender ass man!"

Needless to say, sometimes two people are really boring together.

What kind of weird conversation is this?

After all, Nan Song couldn't bear Shen Du's serious eyes looking at the fool, because she felt a great insult.

So he finally said "I'm leaving" bitterly, and then went out.

Shen Du looked at Nan Song's back, and finally couldn't hold back a low laugh.

Such a cute little fool is really hard to find with a lantern.
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Half an hour later, the delicious three dishes and one soup were served on the table.

Of course, it was all done by Shen Du, and Nan Song resigned to his fate after he came back from buying Coke——

Cooking is really a step-by-step process. For a timid person like her, the first step is to psychologically overcome the fear of oil splashing.

But she was really afraid, she was not pretending at all, and that kind of fear was beyond her control.

At the dining table, two people sat facing each other.

"Do you think I'm hypocritical?" Nan Song asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Just now when I was cooking, I was afraid of being splashed with oil, so I kept hiding behind you."

Shen Du used a small white porcelain bowl to scoop up a bowl of soup for Nan Song, and put it in front of her.

"This has nothing to do with hypocrisy. Everyone has their own fears. Some people are afraid of splashing oil. This is out of control."

Nan Song's heart warmed up for a moment, and then he grasped the key point in Shen Du's words: "So you also have something to be afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything, I'm invincible."

Shen Du's tone was full of confidence, but Nan Song could hear shamelessness from it.

"Are you serious?"

Shen Du raised his eyelids and looked at her: "Of course, why lie to you?"

Nan Song nodded thoughtfully: "Okay."

Inner OS: I don't believe that you have nothing to fear, and one day you will be exposed, hum.

She looked at the dishes in front of her, took out her mobile phone and took a picture with a "click".

Shen Du looked at her, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "When I was cooking just now, did you secretly take pictures of me?"

"How can you call it stealing when you are a respectable person? I did it openly and aboveboard."

Shen Du: ".So you did shoot me again?"

"Ah."

Nan Song nodded while drinking the winter melon and shrimp soup.

I don’t forget to give my evaluation of the soup: “This soup is so fresh!”

Shen Du ignored her, focusing on his own point: "When did you take the picture?"

"While you were cooking the veal steak."

Sure enough, the pan-fried veal steak is another pan-fried veal steak.

The damn past reappears.

Shen Du took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Where are the photos? Show me."

Nan Song looked at him and was silent for two seconds.

"It's okay to show you, but you have to promise me first, and don't get angry after seeing it."

"Well, I promise you, I won't be angry."

Nan Song was expressionless: "You swear."

Shen Du also remained expressionless: "I swear."

Nan Song turned on the phone to enter the photo album, flipped to the one he had taken, passed the phone screen towards Shen Du and stopped in mid-air.

"Here, here it is."

Shen Du looked up and almost had a heart attack.

".Nan Song, why are you always so keen on patting my ass???"

Nan Song blinked, with an innocent expression on his face: "Because you are a tender butt, your butt is very attractive."

Shen Du: "."

Tender boy?What the hell is this tiger-wolf word?Why can't he understand?

Looking at Shen Du's blank expression, Nan Song guessed what he was thinking.

"I don't know what it means to be a tender butt man? As the name suggests, it is a young man with a rather warped butt. Although you are not young now, I think you can barely meet this standard, because you take good care of yourself. "

After Shen Du listened, he completely lost his expression control.

He is only 30 years old, is he very old?very old?

Shen Du stared at the person sitting across from him for a long time, feeling that his internal injuries were about to suffocate, so he finally uttered a sentence——

"Nan Song, you are really old-fashioned."

"I'm only in my 20s, so I'm not old at all, okay? It's a sex critic, but it's not an old porn critic."

Shen Du raised his eyebrows: "You're quite confident."

After finishing speaking, his eyes returned to the photo on the phone, which was exactly the same as the one a long time ago. In the photo, he was making pan-fried veal steak.

Because some cherry tomatoes and other embellishments need to be placed when arranging the plate, the height of the Nakajima table is just like that, too high is not conducive to operation.

So Shen Du could only bend over when putting the cherry tomatoes, and the bending was not small.

In this case, if the angle of the photo is tricky, it really looks like you are deliberately tilting your butt.

Shen Du felt that he was a bit unreasonable.

He silently built himself up mentally, admonishing himself to be calm and speak well when he has something to say.

"Nan Song."

"Ok?"

The man who was holding a Coca-Cola chicken wing stopped and looked up at him.

"what happened?"

Shen Du's upper body leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice: "I'm warning you, I can let you off for secretly taking pictures of my butt, but you are not allowed to post the photos online, understand?"

Nan Song and him looked at each other for two seconds, and decided to tell the truth: "I don't understand."

Shen Du: "."

Is it one of this woman's hobbies to insist on hitting the gun?Otherwise, why is she so stubborn every time?
"I'm planning to post a Weibo to send a callback."

Shen Du didn't understand: ".What?"

"Callback." Nan Song's tone was light, with a look of indifference.

Hearing this word, Shen Du instantly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Are you sure you want to post this photo on Weibo again?"

Although he smelled a hint of danger from the man's tone, Nan Song answered without fear of death——

"I'm sure."

A "what can you do with me" expression.

Shen Du pursed his thin lips and looked at her.

"Do you know how long my subordinates laughed when they saw your Weibo last time?"

"how long?"

"A whole month."

Nan Song held back his smile and said hypocritically: "Ah? Isn't this too much?"

"Chen Mingyu even laughed with them."

"Ah, husband, you are so pitiful."

"So can you not send it?"

Nan Song's eyes sparkled, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "No."

Shen Du: "."

How did he become so humble?

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?
Looking at his speechless expression, Nan Song secretly suppressed a smile in his heart.

"Don't you all have a small Weibo account dedicated to recording my daily life during pregnancy? I reflected on it. Love should be mutual. Since you are spending time recording my daily life, I should also record you. "

After hearing this, Shen Du raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"Recording my daily life and posting photos of my butt on Weibo are two different things."

(End of this chapter)