Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 661 "You are quite masculine." "That must be."

It was a brand new thing that he had never touched before, and Nan Song became interested in it instantly.

"Okay! Where are you going to shoot?"

"I've already contacted the photography studio. It's on Yuhu Avenue. Let's go tomorrow afternoon."

"it is good."

As a female star who is used to living in front of spotlights and cameras all the year round, taking pictures is a piece of cake for Nan Song.

But I have to mention that it seems to be the first time to take a more formal photo with Shen Du?
After all, when they got married, the two of them didn't even take wedding photos together. The photos used for the wedding scene were still sent to the person in charge and synthesized later.
It's too fake.

I felt sad at first, but now that I think about it, I feel a little funny.

Nan Song looked at Shen Du and saw that he was still knitting the little hat earnestly, and felt that this person was stupid and cute.

"Hey."

"Huh?" Shen Du didn't look up, his fingers were flying so fast.

"Are you going to keep knitting like this tonight?"

Shen Du stopped his movements, raised his eyes and looked at Nan Song: "Didn't you tell me not to sleep until I finished knitting?"

Nan Song: ".You don't have to be so obedient."

Without even thinking about it, Shen Du answered, "That won't work, you must listen to what my wife says."

"You're quite masculine."

"That is required."

Seeing his serious look, Nan Song felt a little funny.

"I'm not poor with you, come here quickly, stop weaving."

Shen Du pretended to be tough: "Come on, I haven't finished knitting the little hat, so I don't deserve to sleep."

Nan Song easily saw through his thoughts, and his voice instantly raised an octave: "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

Shen Du trembled in fright, and ran over as soon as he put the things in his hand away.

He sat down beside the bed: "what's the matter?"

Nan Song took out his mobile phone from under the quilt and held it in front of him.

"You can help me refer to which style to shoot tomorrow. I just saw some examples and selected a few."

Shen Du took the phone over, lowered his eyes and whispered softly: "Okay, let me refer to it for you."

Nan Song propped his cheeks with his hands and looked at Shen Du, his eyes shone with fragments of light.

He sat by the bed, she was lying down, stared at it for a while, and felt that the distance between the two was a bit far, so Nan Song simply sat up from the bed, and wrapped his arms around Shen Du's neck like a koala.

He even sat on his lap.

Shen Du didn't respond, he just stretched out a hand to wrap around her waist very naturally.

But because he was afraid of squeezing her stomach, he sat back a little, leaving some room.

"I don't want to shoot the kind of pants with the zipper open, it feels too awkward, I want to shoot a cooler style."

Shen Du nodded while sliding the picture: "Well, it's all up to you."

"I've already figured it out. I'll wear a black suspender skirt with a suit jacket over it."

"Well, yes."

"As for the makeup, I don't want it to be too heavy. I'll put on a fake plain makeup, and my hair will be a low French ponytail with some pearls. It's simpler. What do you think?"

Shen Du raised his head slightly, thought for a moment and said: "Imagine it, it should be very beautiful."

Nan Song frowned slightly: "Should?"

Shen Du immediately discovered the problem, and quickly changed his words: "It will definitely be beautiful."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

Nan Song circled Shen Du's neck, leaned his face on his shoulder, his thoughts gradually became lax, and he gradually fell asleep.
Time passed for a while, Shen Du noticed that the person in his arms was still, and looked down, Nan Song was breathing lightly and fell asleep.

"."

Weren't you still talking in the last second?Fall asleep in the next second?
What an incredible superpower.

Shen Du lowered his head, planted a kiss on Nan Song's forehead, then hugged him into the bed and lay down.

Turn off the lights and have a good night's sleep.
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After a heavy snowfall, the entire Yuncheng cleared up, and the air was filled with the lively atmosphere of the upcoming Chinese New Year, as well as the freshness after the snow melted.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, Shen Du and Nan Song drove out the door.

In the villa area of ​​Feili Mansion, small red lanterns have been hung on the green trees, decorated with a small bunch of tassels, swaying in the breeze.

The photography studio that Shen Du contacted was a private studio located in a villa area on Yuhu Avenue.

Arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon, doing makeup, after the shooting, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

The shooting time of more than two hours is a bit exhausting for Nan Song, but it can be overcome because of the thought of having a wave of beautiful photos soon.

On the way, Shen Du and the photographer asked several times whether they should take a break, but she refused.

After the shoot, Nan Song explained: "After all, it's the first meaningful photo shoot with you and our baby. Of course, if you can persist, you have to persevere."

When Shen Du heard the words "the first time" she said, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized something.

When the two got married, it seemed that a single wedding photo was not taken.

Aware of this problem, Shen Du gasped in slow motion, then quietly looked at Nan Song's expression from the corner of his eyes.

She looked very calm, with no emotions at all, and she didn't seem to take the matter of "not having a single wedding photo" at all.

There is a saying that a woman's heart is a needle under the sea, Shen Du feels that he is a bit confused about Nan Song's mind now.

Does she really not care?Or pretending not to care?

Should he try it out?Or pretend not to know?

When thinking about this question, Nan Song was sitting on a chair, having the makeup artist remove his makeup.

Because today's make-up is pseudo-plain makeup, it will be ready soon. Five minutes later, Nan Song got up from the chair and walked towards Shen Du.

"Come on, go home."

Shen Du stood where he was, unmoved.

Nan Song froze for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Du narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally came back to his senses.

"It's nothing."

The next second, he took Nan Song's hand and walked towards the door.

It was past five o'clock, it was almost dusk outside, and there was a lot of traffic on the broad avenue.

The warm orange glow shone on the two of them, like a beautiful picture scroll.

On the way home, Nan Song always felt that Shen Du was a little silent, but he couldn't guess what happened.

Finally, while waiting for a traffic light, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and opened her mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Why haven't you been very happy since the photo was taken?"

Shen Du's right index finger holding the steering wheel was tapping lightly, but when he heard Nan Song speak, he stopped immediately.

".Because I don't know if you are in a bad mood, so I dare not speak."

Nan Song: "."

"When did I feel bad?"

The traffic ahead was still blocked, and there was no sign of moving forward.

(End of this chapter)