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Chapter 656 "Please, wife, just let me, a poor little boy, see you, I miss you so much."
Chapter 656 "Please, wife, just let me, a poor little boy, see you, I miss you so much."
If you really mind, it's enough to criticize her a few words.
Why are you still in the mood?Look at these two, three, four, five and six items, they are very arrogant.
Even though he knew that what Shen Du said was for his own benefit, Nan Song still felt very dazzling when he saw the sentence "Why are you always so uneasy for me".
Don't let him worry, don't let him worry.
Nan Song speculated about the deep meaning of this sentence in his heart, and finally came to a conclusion——
He thought she was annoying.
That's the case, it must be the case, otherwise she couldn't figure out why Shen Du would suddenly talk to her like this.
Too fierce, fierce.
In my impression, he hadn't talked to her like this for a long time.
Originally, I was just angry, but after thinking about it, I felt a little wronged. In the end, there was nothing but wronged.
With a chill in my heart, I naturally didn't want to return the call.
So Nan Song simply threw the phone aside, kicked off the slippers and went to bed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, it was Aunt Su.
"Madam, are you asleep? My husband specifically asked me to let you drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed. I brought it to you. The temperature is just right."
Oh yes, I forgot to drink the milk.
Nan Song lifted the quilt again and got up from the bed. She opened the door, and Aunt Su was standing in front of the door with a cup of hot milk.
"Here, madam."
Nan Song took it with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt Su, you can also go to rest."
Aunt Su nodded: "Okay, my wife can call me anytime if you need anything."
"Ok."
Nan Song closed the door, went back to the bed and sat down, gulped down the cup of hot milk, then went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and then lay down again.
After drinking a cup of hot milk, I feel warm and comfortable in my stomach.
It's almost seven months of pregnancy. When I lie down, even if I cover myself with a quilt, I can still see an obvious bulge in my abdomen.
The bedroom was very quiet, except for a small lamp with warm and warm yellow light on by the bedside.
It's actually not too late at this point in time, but when one is alone, the feeling of loneliness will be gradually magnified.
Nan Song lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling, his mind was full of Shen Du's words——
Why are you always so worried about me.
Thinking about it, my nose suddenly felt a little sour.
Nan Song felt a little uncomfortable, turned his body sideways and adjusted his posture, and buried his face in the soft and fragrant quilt.
After a while, her voice came from between the quilts, a little muffled: "Dog man, big villain"
The ending sound with a hint of grievance disappeared into the air of the bedroom.
After lying on my side for a while, I felt that my stomach was not very comfortable, so I had to adjust back to the previous position.
As soon as I lay down, the fetal movement started again.
Nan Song put his hand exposed outside the quilt into the bed, and gently covered his belly, feeling the baby's happy rhythm.
It was very strange, obviously she was interacting with the baby, but at this moment, her nose suddenly became more sour.
I really want Shendu.
I really miss the dog man.
When eating with Lin Jia some time ago, Lin Jia told her that the more pregnant she is, the more she must manage her emotions.
Because at that time, the emotions will only become more and more sensitive. If you don't pay attention to a very small problem, it will easily touch your heart, and then your emotions will get out of hand.
Nan Song feels that he is now in the situation that Lin Jia said.
Lin Jia also talked about some ways to adjust her emotions at the time, but now she feels that none of those ways work for her.
In fact, it's not that they don't work, but that she can't remember any of them.
The feeling of grievance in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, and finally Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore, and tears began to fall down.
It fell on the pillow, it was cool.
Just then, the phone rang suddenly.
Nan Song was stunned for a moment, because she was in a bad mood, she didn't want to answer it at first, but she kept ringing and the other party didn't mean to hang up, so she had to reach out and take the phone.
The moment she saw the caller's name clearly on the screen, she froze.
The three words "dog man" caught my eye.
Nan Song stared at the three words for a while, sniffed, and then lightly tapped the answer button.
After connecting, she didn't speak first, but quietly waited for the movement from Shen Du.
Facts have proved that, as expected of a couple, the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't speak.
In the end, it was Shen Du who couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hey."
A dry, completely emotionless syllable fell into Nan Song's ears.
She sniffed again and gave a faint "hmm".
"Are you listening?"
"exist."
He knew she was listening, so he asked on purpose.
"returned home?"
Shen Du's side was very quiet, his voice was like a drumbeat, beating on Nan Song's eardrum.
"I'm back."
After Nan Song finished speaking, he added: "I have already finished drinking milk and lay down on the bed."
"Then why didn't you call me back? Didn't Aunt Su tell you?"
When Shen Du said this, his tone was very calm, without any emotion.
Nan Song's heart choked, and he replied subconsciously: "I told you, but I don't want to."
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
"why?"
Nan Song put a pillow behind her waist, and then sat up, holding the mobile phone in her right hand, grabbing the corner of the quilt with her left hand, her lips were tightly pressed and she did not speak.
Shen Du noticed something strange, and there was a trace of firmness in his indifferent tone that no one could refuse.
"Play video."
Nan Song was about to subconsciously refuse to say no, when Shen Du hung up the phone.
She took the phone from her ear, looked down at the screen that had returned to the main page: "."
Immediately afterwards, the ringtone of the WeChat video call rang. Nan Song paused for a second and pressed to answer, but turned the screen of the phone towards the ceiling as a prank.
Shen Du couldn't see her, and asked, "Where is she?"
Nan Song pinched the side of the quilt with both hands, and said in a muffled voice, "Just say what you want to say."
"I want to see you."
"No."
"I want to see."
"Don't let me see."
The two of them are like elementary school chickens bickering and quarreling, you say a word to me.
Nan Song is determined to confront him this time, because the fear of being dominated by Shen Du's WeChat messages is still there.
She couldn't hold her breath.
But what Nan Song didn't expect was that Shen Du was so flexible.
Just when she warned herself that she had to be tough, the person on the other end of the video suddenly said angrily——
"Please, wife, just let me, a poor little boy, see you. I miss you so much."
Nan Song: "."
In the dead of night and with such a serious atmosphere, Shen Du's sudden words created a frightening effect that was no less than a high-scoring horror movie.
Nan Song reached out and pulled the small quilt, covering himself a little tighter.
"Shen Du, if you have something to say, don't get angry."
(End of this chapter)
If you really mind, it's enough to criticize her a few words.
Why are you still in the mood?Look at these two, three, four, five and six items, they are very arrogant.
Even though he knew that what Shen Du said was for his own benefit, Nan Song still felt very dazzling when he saw the sentence "Why are you always so uneasy for me".
Don't let him worry, don't let him worry.
Nan Song speculated about the deep meaning of this sentence in his heart, and finally came to a conclusion——
He thought she was annoying.
That's the case, it must be the case, otherwise she couldn't figure out why Shen Du would suddenly talk to her like this.
Too fierce, fierce.
In my impression, he hadn't talked to her like this for a long time.
Originally, I was just angry, but after thinking about it, I felt a little wronged. In the end, there was nothing but wronged.
With a chill in my heart, I naturally didn't want to return the call.
So Nan Song simply threw the phone aside, kicked off the slippers and went to bed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, it was Aunt Su.
"Madam, are you asleep? My husband specifically asked me to let you drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed. I brought it to you. The temperature is just right."
Oh yes, I forgot to drink the milk.
Nan Song lifted the quilt again and got up from the bed. She opened the door, and Aunt Su was standing in front of the door with a cup of hot milk.
"Here, madam."
Nan Song took it with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt Su, you can also go to rest."
Aunt Su nodded: "Okay, my wife can call me anytime if you need anything."
"Ok."
Nan Song closed the door, went back to the bed and sat down, gulped down the cup of hot milk, then went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and then lay down again.
After drinking a cup of hot milk, I feel warm and comfortable in my stomach.
It's almost seven months of pregnancy. When I lie down, even if I cover myself with a quilt, I can still see an obvious bulge in my abdomen.
The bedroom was very quiet, except for a small lamp with warm and warm yellow light on by the bedside.
It's actually not too late at this point in time, but when one is alone, the feeling of loneliness will be gradually magnified.
Nan Song lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling, his mind was full of Shen Du's words——
Why are you always so worried about me.
Thinking about it, my nose suddenly felt a little sour.
Nan Song felt a little uncomfortable, turned his body sideways and adjusted his posture, and buried his face in the soft and fragrant quilt.
After a while, her voice came from between the quilts, a little muffled: "Dog man, big villain"
The ending sound with a hint of grievance disappeared into the air of the bedroom.
After lying on my side for a while, I felt that my stomach was not very comfortable, so I had to adjust back to the previous position.
As soon as I lay down, the fetal movement started again.
Nan Song put his hand exposed outside the quilt into the bed, and gently covered his belly, feeling the baby's happy rhythm.
It was very strange, obviously she was interacting with the baby, but at this moment, her nose suddenly became more sour.
I really want Shendu.
I really miss the dog man.
When eating with Lin Jia some time ago, Lin Jia told her that the more pregnant she is, the more she must manage her emotions.
Because at that time, the emotions will only become more and more sensitive. If you don't pay attention to a very small problem, it will easily touch your heart, and then your emotions will get out of hand.
Nan Song feels that he is now in the situation that Lin Jia said.
Lin Jia also talked about some ways to adjust her emotions at the time, but now she feels that none of those ways work for her.
In fact, it's not that they don't work, but that she can't remember any of them.
The feeling of grievance in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, and finally Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore, and tears began to fall down.
It fell on the pillow, it was cool.
Just then, the phone rang suddenly.
Nan Song was stunned for a moment, because she was in a bad mood, she didn't want to answer it at first, but she kept ringing and the other party didn't mean to hang up, so she had to reach out and take the phone.
The moment she saw the caller's name clearly on the screen, she froze.
The three words "dog man" caught my eye.
Nan Song stared at the three words for a while, sniffed, and then lightly tapped the answer button.
After connecting, she didn't speak first, but quietly waited for the movement from Shen Du.
Facts have proved that, as expected of a couple, the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't speak.
In the end, it was Shen Du who couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hey."
A dry, completely emotionless syllable fell into Nan Song's ears.
She sniffed again and gave a faint "hmm".
"Are you listening?"
"exist."
He knew she was listening, so he asked on purpose.
"returned home?"
Shen Du's side was very quiet, his voice was like a drumbeat, beating on Nan Song's eardrum.
"I'm back."
After Nan Song finished speaking, he added: "I have already finished drinking milk and lay down on the bed."
"Then why didn't you call me back? Didn't Aunt Su tell you?"
When Shen Du said this, his tone was very calm, without any emotion.
Nan Song's heart choked, and he replied subconsciously: "I told you, but I don't want to."
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
"why?"
Nan Song put a pillow behind her waist, and then sat up, holding the mobile phone in her right hand, grabbing the corner of the quilt with her left hand, her lips were tightly pressed and she did not speak.
Shen Du noticed something strange, and there was a trace of firmness in his indifferent tone that no one could refuse.
"Play video."
Nan Song was about to subconsciously refuse to say no, when Shen Du hung up the phone.
She took the phone from her ear, looked down at the screen that had returned to the main page: "."
Immediately afterwards, the ringtone of the WeChat video call rang. Nan Song paused for a second and pressed to answer, but turned the screen of the phone towards the ceiling as a prank.
Shen Du couldn't see her, and asked, "Where is she?"
Nan Song pinched the side of the quilt with both hands, and said in a muffled voice, "Just say what you want to say."
"I want to see you."
"No."
"I want to see."
"Don't let me see."
The two of them are like elementary school chickens bickering and quarreling, you say a word to me.
Nan Song is determined to confront him this time, because the fear of being dominated by Shen Du's WeChat messages is still there.
She couldn't hold her breath.
But what Nan Song didn't expect was that Shen Du was so flexible.
Just when she warned herself that she had to be tough, the person on the other end of the video suddenly said angrily——
"Please, wife, just let me, a poor little boy, see you. I miss you so much."
Nan Song: "."
In the dead of night and with such a serious atmosphere, Shen Du's sudden words created a frightening effect that was no less than a high-scoring horror movie.
Nan Song reached out and pulled the small quilt, covering himself a little tighter.
"Shen Du, if you have something to say, don't get angry."
(End of this chapter)
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