Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 659 "Damn grandma, this is not something people do."

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the boss to answer him.

This seems to be true.

As the car was driving, Fang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Boss, my wife's month should be more pregnant now, have you taken a commemorative photo?"

"What commemorative photo?"

"It's a commemorative photo of pregnancy, the kind of portrait."

Shen Du: "...No."

"If you and your wife are interested, you can take a group photo, which is very meaningful."

The people in the back seat didn't speak for a long time, Fang Cheng thought he said something wrong, so he called out cautiously.

".boss?"

"Ah."

Short syllables, no emotion can be heard.

"It's okay to understand." Shen Du said again.
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At ten o'clock, after taking a shower, Shen Du came out of the bathroom, and saw Nan Song sitting on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window, fiddling with a ball of wool.

There was an ipad in front of her, and she held a knitting needle in each hand, and her movements paused in mid-air.

Nan Song's face was serious, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was facing an enemy.

"What are you doing?"

Nan Song didn't take his eyes off the tablet, and replied three words without raising his head: "I'm studying."

Shen Du walked towards her.

"Learn what?"

"Knitting a little hat."

"."

A bad premonition surged in Shen Du's heart: "Knitting a little hat for whom?"

"Of course it's our baby, who else could it be?"

Nan Song said "Is there something wrong with your mind?"

Shen Du was silent for a moment, squatted down next to her, and looked at the tutorial video on the ipad.

A pair of hands is demonstrating stitching in slow motion, almost at 0.5 times the speed, for fear that people will not be able to understand it.

Nan Song stared at the screen so intently that he couldn't even blink his eyes.

Shen Du looked at her, then at the screen, then at her again, his lips moved, he seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She studied so hard, if he said at this time, "Don't learn my wife, let alone 0.5 times the speed of your IQ, you may not be able to learn it even at 0.0001 times the speed", his dog's life will definitely not be saved.

"Well, okay, then you learn slowly, don't worry."

Shen Du put down such a comforting word, and sat cross-legged next to Nan Song and began to wipe the water from his hair.

Nan Song turned his head to look at him, his tone and expression were calm and calm: "I'm not in a hurry, where do you know that I am in a hurry?"

Shen Du nodded obediently.

"Well, it's good not to worry."

Then, I began to count silently in my heart——

one two Three.

Just after counting "three", there was a helpless roar in the whole bedroom.

"How the hell is this thread wound!!! Damn!!!"

Shen Du: "."

Everything is guesswork.

Nan Song angrily put down the thing in his hand, sat there for a few seconds and turned to look at Shen Du.

Shen Du was wiping his hair with his head sideways, and while wiping, he suddenly felt a chilly wind blowing from his side.

He stopped his movements, looked sideways slightly, and finally met Nan Song's cool eyes.

A bad premonition surged in my heart again.

It's over, it seems to be Barbie Q.

"It's all your fault!"

Just as the thought of Barbie Q flashed through his mind, Nansong let out a roar of the east lion, and Shen Du was so frightened that he trembled.

But being scared is real, and so is grievance.

"I don't seem to be doing anything."

"You crow mouth!"

"."

It's his fucking fault too? ? ?

Shen Du was about to explain, but when he met Shang Nan Song's fierce gaze, he instantly shut up.

Forget it, he'd better not say anything.

So in the following time, Shen Du continued to brush his hair silently, while Nan Song continued to study the technique of weaving small hats.

After studying and studying, the stitches finally moved forward two rows, but I don't know where the two threads got entangled again.

In the end, it even became a knot that could not be untied.

Nan Song froze instantly.

"Grandma, this is not what people do."

Hearing her complaining and complaining, Shen Du finally raised his eyes and looked over.

Although he knew that Nan Song was not actually speaking to himself, he still opened his mouth.

"Honey, do you really want to learn how to knit a little hat?"

Nan Song glanced at him quietly, and spit out two words: "Nonsense."

"Then, shall I teach you?"

"?"

Nan Song thought that there was something wrong with his ears and he had misheard, so he stared at Shen Du for a full three seconds without speaking.

"Are you serious? What I want to learn is to knit hats, knit hats."

"I know what you want to learn is to knit hats."

The two people talked like tongue twisters, and Nan Song was finally sure that this person really planned to teach her.

"Okay, you come."

While talking, Nan Song picked up the things he threw on the carpet and stuffed them to Shen Du.

"Come on, show me a demonstration."

Shen Du held the things in his hands, and glanced at the tablet: "I don't know how to knit yet, I have to read this tutorial first."

Hearing this, Nan Song snorted lightly in his heart.

Don't know why you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here?

But out of the mentality of waiting to see the good show, she didn't intend to taunt the dog man out loud now.

"Okay, look."

As she spoke, she turned the tablet towards Shen Du: "Look carefully."

"Ah."

Shen Du responded lightly, and seemed to have entered the state of serious study.

Seeing that he was looking good, Nan Song didn't say anything, and quietly waited for Shen Du to start one-on-one teaching for him.

After watching for about ten seconds, Shen Du straightened up: "Well, it's done."

Nan Song, who had just brought his phone over to browse Weibo for a while, looked up at him with a look of shock.

"Okay? Learned?"

"Ah."

Shen Du nodded calmly, making it impossible to tell whether he was telling the truth or pretending.

"Come on, teach me." Nan Song moved his butt over.

Shen Du glanced at her faintly, and was stunned to hear the meaning of "come and teach me, whether you can beat me to death" from the tone of her words just now.

"Take it."

Nan Song caught the thing, Shen Du moved closer, wrapped his arms around her upper body, and began to teach her hand in hand.

"This thread is now wound around the needle, and how to wind it is also particular, see clearly."

".Well, remember."

"Then, use the needle to pick up the wound thread, turn it around to the left, pick it up, and pull out the thread, yes, like this."

Nan Song's eyes widened, unwilling to let go of any details.

After Shen Du taught the first step of acupuncture, he turned his head slightly and asked Nan Song: "Have you learned this step?"

Looking at the things in her hands, Nan Song really wanted to say the words "learned", but the things absorbed in her mind did not support her to say those three words.

How did it get around?I saw it clearly just now, why can't I remember it?

The distance between the two was extremely close, and Shen Du's eyes fell on her profile.

(End of this chapter)