Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 629 "What are you thinking about?" "Shy things."

Shen Du looked at her, and when he said these three words, his tone was very firm.

Nan Song seemingly unintentionally raised his hand and brushed his hair: "...I didn't lie."

Shen Du let out a snort, and the ironic ending drifted in the evening wind.

"Honey, I think you may not know yourself well enough. Every time you lie, you subconsciously raise your hand to flick your hair, and every time you flick the right side."

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There was a lot of complaints in Nan Song's brain——

I don't know, do I habitually brush my hair on the right side when I lie?
Want you to say?
See what you can do.

Nan Song couldn't help rolling his eyes after thinking about it, and stared at Shen Du in a daze.

"Hmph, you secretly filmed me and I haven't settled with you yet."

"What sneak shot?"

The two walked around for a long time, and they could already see the car of the program group, and one or two staff members were already chatting and waiting for them by the car door.

"On your latest Weibo."

After Shen Du listened, he let out a thoughtful "Oh".

"I didn't shoot it secretly, I took it openly."

"And that copywriting, I'm so tired of it, hey"

Nan Song made an exaggerated expression on purpose, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Shen Du stretched out his hand to hook the slender neck of the person walking in front, Nan Song was forced to stop, leaning back slightly and fell into his arms.

There is a hint of cool mint citrus on the tip of the nose.

Um?Why not cedar?
After this question popped up in her mind, Nan Song realized that this time she came to Licheng to record a variety show, and she bought a new wave of shower gel and shampoo before leaving.

It changed to a different flavor than before, because the two of us traveled together throughout the trip, so these things naturally use the same set.

At this moment, the smells of the two people are intertwined, permeating in the sea breeze at dusk.

There is a hint of refreshing sweetness in the coolness.

"Then do you like what I said?" Shen Du asked.

"Which one?"

Shen Du didn't answer right away, but leaned close to Nan Song's ear, and said in a low voice: "You little elf who knows what to ask."

His breathing was not heavy, and his voice was not loud, but now he was on the main road, surrounded by people, and the staff next to the car seemed to have seen the two of them.

Beckoning in their direction.

Under the current environment, such a move seems to be a little more intimate, Nan Song's heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to break away.

However, everything was expected, Shen Du surrounded her even tighter.

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Nan Song: "Let go of me first, we will discuss this issue when we go back later."

"I don't." Shen Du's tone was a bit stubborn.

Nan Song was a little helpless, feeling that he was playing off.

"What do you want?"

"I want you"

The ambiguous syllables went straight to Nan Song's ears, and her heart skipped a beat.

What?I want you? ?here? ? ?

Shen Du slowly completed what was left behind: "Answer now."

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Nan Song was completely speechless, why is the dog man still panting when he speaks?
She bit her lower lip and said two words: "I like it."

"What? I didn't catch it."

Nan Song raised the volume a little: "I said I like it."

"I still can't hear you, please speak up."

".I said I like it! I like it!"

Shen Du let out a restrained smile from his chest: "Okay my wife, you are too loud and disturbed me."

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Nan Song knew that he was being teased by this dog man.

Because her voice was too loud just now, many people were already looking towards them.

Old Nan Song blushed, quickened his pace and walked towards the car, and then got into the car as fast as he could.

Because the dinner was too full, Nan Song couldn't calm down for a long time, so he simply moved the matter of teaching Shen Du to make up to tomorrow.

After washing up, the two lay on the bed, and Shen Du casually clicked into the calendar to look at it.

"Honey, it seems that the day of the pregnancy test has come again."

Nan Song wore a heating eye patch on his eyes, and the two eye patches were printed with the manga version of the girl's eyes, which were colorful, with bright pupils and curved eyelashes.

Just after applying the eye cream, the eye mask gave off a warm temperature, which was very comfortable. Her voice was lazy: "Well, someday, find a time and go to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

"Yeah," Nan Song lazily replied.

After chatting about the business, Shen Du clicked into the app and started browsing the evening news.

Nan Song's habit is to take off the fever goggles after wearing them for 10 minutes. By the 15th minute, Shen Du has finished browsing the news.

He put down his phone and turned his head to look, and found that Nan Song was lying motionless, with a blindfold on his face, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

"Wife."

"En." Nan Song responded lightly.

"Are you asleep?"

"No, I was thinking about something."

The voice sounded quite sober.

Shen Du asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"A shameful thing."

Shen Du: "."

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something, and subconsciously looked towards the corner of the wall.

Immediately, Shen Du leaned slightly closer to Nan Song, and whispered in her ear: "Honey, did you forget that the camera is still on?"

A simple sentence scared the person on the bed into a shudder.

"Fuck?"

Nan Song jumped out with a beautiful Chinese quintessence, and tore off the heating mask on his face.

Shen Du looked at her like a fool, then got up and walked to the corner to turn off the camera.

"Okay, now you can tell me, what embarrassing things are you thinking?"

What happened just now has completely interrupted Nan Song's thoughts.

"Is the sentence I just said recorded?"

Shen Du looked calm: "If nothing unexpected happens, yes."

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Seeing Nan Song's pale face, Shen Du began to comfort him.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Your voice was quiet just now, and you may not be able to hear it so clearly."

Thinking about it is also true, and it has been said, and it is meaningless to struggle now.

Nan Song raised his hand to put on the heating mask again, but Shen Du grabbed his wrist.

"You haven't told me what you were thinking just now."

There is a thin layer of callus on the pulp of his thumb, which is gently rubbing against Nan Song's slender and white wrist bone.

Nan Song looked into Shen Du's eyes, hesitating whether to tell the truth.

"Hmm, how should I say it?"

"Speak straight."

Nan Song blinked: "That's right, I've passed the first three months now, which belongs to the second trimester, that is... Well, the second trimester seems to be able to do that or something."

Shen Du pretended not to understand what she said, and asked deliberately: "Which what?"

The serious expression successfully prevented Nan Song from seeing that he was pretending, so he explained seriously.

"It's just bang bang bang."

Seeing that she finally got to the point, Shen Du moved his eyes down to her stomach.

(End of this chapter)