Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 68 The Green Tea Perfume That Fits Elizabeth Arden For You (Part [-])

Today's opportunity, you have to grasp it well, grasp it firmly, you can't reach a man like Shen Du even if you are poor all your life.

Thinking of this, most of the fear in Song Yan'er's heart disappeared just now. He asked her what perfume she used, presumably because he wanted to know more about her.

Song Yan'er's right hand gently held the wrist of her left hand. There was a white jade bracelet there, and the tentacles were warm and cool. She emboldened herself and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry Mr. Shen, there are too many perfumes, I really can't remember the name, if Mr. Shen is interested, I will add you a WeChat later, and when I get home in the evening, I will take a photo for you, okay?"

Standing behind Shen Du, Chen Minghe gasped.

What the hell is Zhou Shao doing?Are you pushing your limits?
Shen Du's slender fingers were still tapping on the teacup, and his whole body exuded an absent-minded air.

"Is that Atelier des fleurs from Chole?"

The pure pronunciation overflowed from Shen Du's lips, which was nice and charming.

Seeing that Shen Du didn't answer her question just now, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Yan'er's face with light makeup on, Shen Du said the name of the perfume, and the embarrassment on her face intensified.

She didn't know what Chole was, and she didn't know how to pronounce and what the complicated string of English words meant. She blushed instantly to the base of her ears, and kept rubbing the jade bracelet with her fingers.

Shen Du looked sideways, glanced at the jade bracelet in Song Yan'er's hand, and then glanced at Zhou Qishan next to him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Minghe silently clapped his hands and applauded in his heart. As expected of the cold-faced King of Hades who is famous outside, it's fine to ask people questions, but also to test the little girl's English level?

Tricky enough.

On the other side, Zhou Qishan frowned, his face clouded.

Shen Du stopped tapping the teacup with his fingers, stood up, and while slowly arranging the silver-gray cufflinks, he looked at Song Yan'er.

The man in front of her was half a head taller than her, and the distance was getting closer. Song Yan'er felt an obvious sense of oppression.

After a while, Shen Du spoke with a cold tone.

"You are not suitable for this perfume, change it."

Those words that were calm and breezy seemed to have a great weight, and they hit Song Yan'er's heart with a bang.

She quickly guessed the subtext of the man's words in her heart, and immediately said: "What kind of perfume does Mr. Shen think I am suitable for? I wonder if you can recommend it?"

Shen Du's expression was calm, his thin lips moved, and he was about to speak when a woman's voice came from the door——

"Sister, you are suitable for Elizabeth Arden's green tea perfume. It is said that the flagship store of a certain treasure only sells for 125 yuan. I think you can go and find out."

Shen Du looked towards the door, and Nan Song, who was wearing a long windbreaker, was leaning against the door with his arms folded, his delicate white chin raised slightly, and his expression indifferent.

Nan Jiashu stood beside her like a little follower, as quiet as a chicken, not daring to vent his breath.

Song Yan'er and Zhou Qishan saw Nan Song at the same time, and a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and because of Nan Song's words, Song Yan'er blushed as if she was about to bleed.

Shen Du looked at Nan Song, the cold emotion in his eyes eased a little bit, he walked towards the person at the door with a slight smile on his lips.

"Are you here?" He said lightly.

From the moment Nan Song appeared at the door until just now, Nan Song didn't look at him the whole time. Seeing Shen Du talking to him at this moment, he finally moved his eyes away from Song Yan'er and landed on the face of the man in front of him.

After looking at Shen Du for two seconds, Nan Song sneered: "I just said, why are you so thoughtful to ask me to come here to find you after finishing my work? Discussing perfume with other women?"

Shen Du frowned, understood what she meant, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Nan Song.

"It's really hard for you to do such a big game."

After saying this, Nan Song glanced at Song Yan'er behind him again.

"So you like this type? Hmm. It suits your taste, but Shen Du, today's matter has touched my bottom line. If you don't save face for me in front of others, then don't blame me in the future." .”

After saying this, Nan Song turned and left, but his wrist was grabbed by the person behind him.

She turned her head, looked down, and said coldly, "What are you doing? You still want me to stay here as your audience?"

Shen Du raised his hand and rubbed between his brows: "Nan Song, it's not what you think."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Song was suddenly happy.

"What do I think? What do I think? I think you two will go to bed when you talk about perfume later, is that right?"

Nan Song said this bluntly, Shen Du's face became even uglier.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Qishan's head was buzzing, and he wanted to call his father at home immediately for help.

In their predictions, they never expected that a CEO's wife would appear halfway through, and it seemed that they came with the mentality of catching rape. How the hell are they playing now?

But after he calmed down, he remembered that his father had also said that Shen Du and his wife clearly had no relationship at all. If a woman brushed off a man's face in public, would the man let her go?

The president's wife is afraid that she will be scolded in public soon.

Zhou Qishan looked at Nan Song and Shen Du, thinking about the upcoming Shuangwen plot in his mind, and at the same time, Chen Minghe, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhou Qishan, and imagined a Shuangwen plot in his heart.

Both of them looked like they were waiting to see a good show, but the difference was that Chen Mingyu's eyes showed a trace of sympathy.

Song Yan'er is a college student, where has she seen this scene before?His fingers were trembling with fright, he quietly stepped back a few steps and stood beside Zhou Qishan, reaching out and tugging at his sleeve.

"Young Master Zhou."

Just as Song Yan'er uttered two words, Zhou Qishan glanced at her coldly, motioning her to shut up, and Song Yan'er immediately fell silent.

Shen Du and Nan Song looked at each other, and from the corner of their eyes, they saw Nan Jiashu next to him winking at him——

Brother-in-law, you explain!Please explain quickly!My sister must have misunderstood!Quickly explain!
Shen Du received the meaning in Nan Jiashu's eyes, thought for a while, but didn't say much, just watched Nan Song utter six words: "I'll talk about it when I go home at night."

After speaking, he gently loosened Nan Song's wrist.

Nan Song didn't give a single look, turned around and left, and the sassy figure quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Nan Jiashu cast a sympathetic look at Shen Du, and then hurriedly followed.

On the way out of the clubhouse, Nan Song walked very fast like the wind under his feet, even the hem of his clothes flying in the air seemed to be full of anger.

(End of this chapter)