Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 667 The first Spring Festival spent together wholeheartedly after marriage

Nan Song looked in the direction he pointed.

"Specially for me?"

"Yes, I also wrote my New Year's wishes on a small note and stuffed it into that little lantern."

Nan Song turned to look at him, the man's side face was more elegant and smooth under the light of the lantern.

"What did you write?" She asked with interest, her eyes sparkling.

Shen Du hooked his lips, and his peach blossom eyes twitched lightly: "I won't tell you."

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Nan Song was unhappy, and pretended to be angry and gently pushed him: "Don't tell me why you dragged me here to see? Hurry up, hurry up and tell me!"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you." Shen Du suddenly asked.

Nan Song turned his head and looked around, but no one paid attention to them, so he tiptoed and planted a kiss on Shen Du's face.

"Not enough, there is still here."

Shen Du raised his hand and tapped his lips lightly.

Nan Song let out a soft "tsk" and complained in a low voice: "You really have a lot of shit."

"If you don't kiss me, don't talk about it."

"Kiss dear."

After finishing speaking, Nan Song hooked Shen Du's neck and pressed his head down a little.

A kiss with the aroma of rose and mint fell on his lips, and Shen Du closed his eyes.

After staying for about two or three seconds, Nan Song let him go.

"Is it okay now?"

"What I wrote is, in the new year, I hope you gain weight."

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then his face collapsed.

". Shen Du, you are going to die, you?"

Shen Du admired her wry expression with great interest, and her smile gradually became rampant.

Nan Song slammed his fist on his shoulder: "Get rid of it! I don't want to gain weight! Don't gain weight!"

Seeing that she seemed to be really emotional, Shen Du held her hand.

"I lied to you, I didn't write that."

Due to inertia, Nan Song's beating action did not stop immediately, and Shen Du received several punches the size of sandbags.

But Nan Song had already withheld his strength, so he didn't feel anything at all.

".You lied to me? Dog."

Shen Du wrapped his arms around her waist with his right hand, looked into her eyes and said earnestly: "I made three wishes in total."

"First one, I hope you will be healthy in the new year, eat well and sleep well."

Nan Song: ".Your wording is quite cute. Could this be the legendary Hu-stack effect?"

"Second wish, I hope you can win the Best Actress at the Golden Rose Film Festival."

After hearing this, Nan Song's eyes lit up. Obviously, the second wish was granted in her heart.

"The third--"

Having said that, Shen Du paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Nan Song's bulging stomach.

"I hope you will have a smooth delivery when you give birth to the baby."

Nan Song pursed her lips and saw her own face from Shen Du's eyes. She stepped forward a little bit and put her arms around Shen Du's neck.

"Thank you husband."

Shen Du planted a kiss on her forehead.

"But I didn't even make a wish for you."

"It's okay, just let me do these things." Shen Du's voice and expression were very gentle.

Nan Song rubbed his face against Shen Du's shoulder, smelling the cedar fragrance from his clothes, he was very relieved.

"Time flies so fast." Nan Song muttered to himself.

"Yes."

"This seems to be the first Spring Festival we spend together wholeheartedly after we got married, right?"

After Nan Song finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at him.

Shen Du's chin was itchy from the unruly hair on top of her head, but he didn't brush it away.

After thinking for a few seconds, he opened his mouth: "Well, indeed."

During the Spring Festival of the year after the first marriage, Shen Du stayed in Canada because of work and did not return to China.

On the second Spring Festival after marriage, he was in Yuncheng, but the relationship between the two of them was not good at that time.

So even if they went back to the Shen family's old house together, the two of them were just playing around.

However, this year's Spring Festival, everything seems to be different.

They are in love, love each other very much, and have a baby, life is getting happier.

Every piece of information indicates that the future will get better and better.

The two stood in the yard like this for a while, Nan Song felt a little cold on his body, so he pulled the shawl a little tighter.

Shen Du noticed her movements.

"Go inside, it's cold outside."

"Ah."

The two stepped up the small steps and walked towards the porch together.

Suddenly a light snow fell outside, and the little fiery red lanterns swayed slowly in the wind and snow.
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After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone gathered in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and those who played mahjong played mahjong.

Nan Song played two rounds with an elder and two young girls, Shen Zhiyi and Shen Wanning. He felt a little tired, so he got off the table.

A sketch is playing on TV, performed by several well-known sketch actors.

The funny lines and burdens emerged one after another, which made the people watching laugh out loud, and a few little ones watched cartoons on ipads together, giggling.

Shen Du was sitting on the single sofa with his back against the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at his phone.

Nan Song walked over and sat on the armrest of the sofa.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Du raised his head, hugged the person directly on his lap and sat down.

Nan Song reached out and patted his shoulder, and subconsciously glanced at the little ones.

"There are still children here, pay attention to the impact."

"Not afraid."

Shen Du turned his phone screen towards Nan Song: "Chen Ming and He Fang Cheng sent me New Year greetings, and I'm replying to them."

Nan Song glanced at it, and found that what Chen Mingyu sent was a large block of text, densely packed.

"Assistant Chen talks so much? Has he drunk too much?"

Shen Du smiled and shook his head: "No, every year he gives me New Year's greetings like this, and he can write a lot."

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Nan Song: "Tsk, I didn't expect Chen Zhu to be so emotional, and he's still a sweetheart."

Shen Du didn't raise his head, but said indifferently: "In the past few years, I've gotten used to it."

No matter how you listen to what you say, why do you feel helpless? It's pretty sweet? ? ?
But she didn't have a habit of spitting on her husband and other men's CP, so the imagination stopped there.

Shen Du finished replying to Chen Ming and He Fang Cheng's WeChat, and then asked Nan Song: "Why don't you play mahjong with them?"

"I'm a little tired, so I'll come to find you." Nan Song tilted his head and leaned on Shen Du's shoulder, playing with his curls one after another.

I'm a little tired, so I'll come find you.

These words actually sound a little cute, Shen Du hooked his lips, and hugged her waist a little tighter.

Sensing a squeeze in Nan Song's stomach, he gently pushed Shen Du: "Be careful, pay attention to the baby."

Shen Du lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on her stomach, with a thoughtful expression.

"what happened?"

"I'm thinking about a problem."

"what is the problem?"

(End of this chapter)