Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 690 "No one hurts, no one loves, a rotten cabbage in the field."

After not hearing Nan Song's voice for a long time, Shen Du asked, "What's wrong?"

Nan Song concentrated his mind and thought for a moment, with a playful smile in his tone.

"It's nothing, I just think what you said makes sense."

"Huh? Let's talk about it?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a hint of laziness in Shen Du's tone, as if he was very interested in this question.

Nan Song had just finished taking a shower in the hotel room, and was lazily leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows in a smoky pink silk nightgown.

It is located on the 28th floor. Looking around, you can see the beautiful and bright night view of the entire city center.

The tails of her eyes were raised, and her voice was also raised, which was a bit seductive.

"That is to say, it's fortunate that you reined in the precipice and saved me. Otherwise, you would have been miserable in this life, no one loves you, a rotten cabbage in the field."

Shen Du: "."

"Why do I feel that you seem to be tampering with the original words? I remember that it was not a small cabbage in the field? How did it become a rotten cabbage?"

"Because Xiaobaicai refers to the kind of person who looks particularly juicy. You are no longer juicy, you are an old man, so you are rotten cabbage."

Nan Song purposely annoyed him, swipe up, down, left, and right on the floor-to-ceiling window glass with his vacant hand that was not holding a mobile phone.

Shen Du thought for a while, and defended himself: "No matter how bad it is, it's old cabbage, why is it rotten, where is it rotten?"

The voice is aggrieved, and I feel pity for it.

Nan Song knew that this man was imitating her acting again, so he snorted lightly.

The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, she was worried that this stingy dog ​​man would take revenge on her joke that he was a rotten cabbage.

He pursed his lips and thought for a while, before speaking sincerely.

"Actually, you are very handsome, you are the best in my heart, not rotten cabbage, nor old cabbage."

"What? Say it again? Didn't hear you clearly."

Shen Du's tone was particularly exaggerated, Nan Song could see his funny intentions, he just wanted to hear her say good things about him louder.

There was a flash of embarrassment in her heart, but she refused to let him succeed.

"I know you heard clearly, dog man, see you again!" Nan Song's tone was firm.

Then decisively hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, the mobile phone suddenly rang a wechat message notification tone, she clicked in, it was from Shen Du.

[Hang up before you finish speaking. 】

[When you finish filming at the end of this month, we will go to Indonesia for a visit. 】

Immediately afterwards, a new message popped up——

[It just happened to be your birthday. 】

Seeing the second sentence, Nan Song froze for a moment.

Birthday?

That's right, it's her birthday in ten days, and she almost forgot.

Looking at the word "Indonesia", Nan Song remembered that he planned to go last time, but a sudden situation happened and he was busy with filming, so he never went.

Immediately there was great interest.

【OK! 】

These two words were sent out, followed by a happy panda head emoji.

Nan Song remembered something.

【Bring or not? 】

Shen Du quickly replied.

【Without. 】

Nan Song:?
[You are so indifferent. 】

[But I like it. 】

[The two-person world roars! 】

Shen Du: "."

This man is far too refined.

He bade her good night back, and the chat was over.

Nan Song stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, then leaned closer, opened his mouth and let out a breath.

As a result, the words drawn before were clearly displayed.

That was Shen Du's name.
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Autumn goes to winter, the seasons change, and it is the end of the year and the Spring Festival in a blink of an eye.

On New Year's Eve, Nan Song and Shen Du went back to Nan's house and had lunch together. In Nan Song's view, this was a courtesy, but nothing more.

Nan Zhenghua's father doesn't love her daughter enough, Nan Song already knew this in every previous quarrel.

At the beginning, there may be a little hope, but a cup of hot water will eventually cool down, and when it is cold enough that there is no trace of temperature, it is meaningless.

After lunch, Nan Song took Shen Du with him to leave, and Nan Jiashu wanted to go with him, so Nan Song also brought him along.

Sitting in the car, Nan Jiashu lay on the back of the driver's seat and asked Shen Du: "Brother-in-law, is it convenient for me to go to your house for the New Year?"

Shen Du was about to answer when he heard Nan Song say: "It's inconvenient over there, haven't you already got in the car?"

Nan Jia said: "."

Shen Du smiled, saving face for Nan Jiashu.

"Of course it's convenient."

The person sitting in the back seat was instantly happy: "Brother-in-law, you are the best!"

After Nan Jiashu said this sentence, he immediately turned to look at Nan Song.

"Sister, can you learn more from your brother-in-law? Look how understanding your brother-in-law is."

Nan Song: "?"

Feeling the gaze from his own sister, Nan Jiashu's body trembled, and his back felt cold.

Obviously killing intent.

So he shut up for a moment.

This year's Spring Festival is the same as last year, and it snowed on New Year's Eve, which is a little bigger than last year.

In the living room of the Shen family's old house, there was a lively scene.

The old man Shen Zongnan was getting old, and he was a little weak when he was walking, but his mentality was still full of vitality.

Sitting on the sofa and hugging his little great-grandson happily all night, the old man in his 80s kept making funny faces at the ten-month-old Suibao.

Even the other people sitting next to him laughed.

However, Sui Bao also likes his grandfather very much. He never cried once in the whole process, and he can make the old man laugh out loud with a small mouth and a big eye blink.

The living room of Shen's old house has huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, and a warm flame is dancing and crackling in the fireplace burning on the west side.

Looking out through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the snow scene outside.

A thin layer of snow has piled up on the branches and the ground, so white that there is no trace of impurities.

On the sofa, Nan Song was wearing home clothes, and covered himself tightly with a thick velvet blanket.

This small blanket has a very unique design, with two holes in the middle, just enough to stick out your hand to play with your phone.

From the corner of his eye, Shen Du caught a glimpse of her typing away, and leaned over to take a look out of curiosity.

It was found that Nan Song was chatting with Zhou Shuwei and Tao Siran on WeChat, wishing each other a happy new year.

While typing, another new message came. Nan Song stepped back to check it was from Guan Xinghe.

【Happy New Year! 】

[I sincerely wish you gain ten catties in the new year!After all, you just can't be thinner than me anyway! (Akimbo.jpg)]

Nan Song has long been used to Guan Xinghe, this cute little bitch's way of speaking.

She snorted lightly, and began to reply "gentlely"——

【Well, before that, you must gain thirty catties first. 】

Sure enough, you can't go wrong with the question of weight, Guan Xinghe replied in seconds.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhh Nan Song, you bad woman!bounce bounce bounce! 】

Looking at the series of rebound emoticons on the screen, Nan Song was speechless.

(End of this chapter)