Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 79 She has a diamond bag and an apartment, why don't you give her a yacht or a private jet?
Nan Song saw that the words "dog man" flashed cheerfully on the screen.

She froze for a moment and picked it up.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was calm and clear: "Is the dinner with Director Qin over?"

"ended."

"I'll come pick you up."

Nan Song thought about his current situation, and subconsciously refused: "No, I drank a little wine tonight, so I can't drive. I'm going to ask a driver to go back."

Shen Du paused for a second, and said: "I guessed that you were drinking, so what I said was that I came to 'pick up' you, not that I came to find you."

Nan Song listened to his slightly deliberate accent: "."

Is there any difference?

Looking at the crowd of people standing beside her, she hesitated: "But."

Before the third syllable of Nansong came out, a cold voice came from the phone: "There is nothing to worry about. I will arrive in 10 minutes. Wait for me at the same place."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and a strong breath of a domineering president came to his face. Hearing the series of beeps, Nan Song pursed his lips and cursed "crazy" quietly.

It is an extremely mentally and physically exhausting thing for two people to perform a couple's love scene in front of outsiders, so since they got married, she and Shen Du will almost consciously reduce the number of times they appear in front of people at the same time, except for those unavoidable times.

For example, a business reception where couples are invited by a certain brand, or a celebrity's birthday party.

She just participated in a small dinner party before joining the group tonight, what kind of fun did the dog man come to join in the fun?Really speechless.

At this time, Qin Zhengxian noticed that there was one person missing, looked around and asked, "Where is Xiao Xu?"

Both Ke Mingyao and Min Dong shook their heads, expressing that they didn't know, and Zhou Ling didn't like Xu Xintian in the first place, so he didn't talk to him.

Nan Song replied calmly: "I guess I'm going to the toilet."

Xu Xintian, who was still standing in the bathroom, was engaged in psychological warfare, because she didn't know how much Nan Song had heard what she said on the phone just now, and she was not sure whether Nan Song would pass on what she said about Zhou Ling. Tell Zhou Ling herself those words.

Xu Xintian was so frightened that she almost lost her mind. She hid in the toilet and didn't go out for a long time, thinking hard about strategies.

And Nan Song also saw that she was actually a paper tiger, and she spoke so badly behind her back that she didn't even dare to fart in front of the master, so she deliberately made Xu Xintian not sure about her attitude, so that Warn her to be careful what she says in the future.

Ke Mingyao and Min Dong both came by taxi today, and they lived in the same direction. After saying goodbye to everyone, they took a taxi together and left.

"Where is the driver you called? Are you here?" Zhou Ling asked her.

Nan Song was about to blurt out "that dog man in my family said to pick me up", but the first word was swallowed back to the edge of his mouth.

She changed her expression and said with a smile: "My husband said to pick me up, and he will be there in a few minutes."

Zhou Ling and Qin Zhengxian looked at their aunt with a smile, and the latter joked: "Your boss Shen is a very busy person, and he has to find time to pick you up every day when he is so busy, which shows how good the relationship between you young couple is."

When she usually called herself a "little couple", Nan Song didn't feel that this name was so disgusting, but now she heard it from someone else's mouth, she immediately felt it, and had to reach out and gently stroke her chest to let her Don't spit it out in the next second.

But no matter what, you still have to do enough to save face in front of people.

Nan Song smiled gently at Qin Zhengxian and Zhou Ling: "Yes, our relationship is really good."

Inner OS: Not bad, not bad, not bad, not bad!
As soon as he looked up, a black elegant car stopped on the side of the road. Nan Song raised his chin slightly, looking dignified and generous.

It was Chen Mingyu who got out of the car first, he opened the back seat door, Shen Du in a suit came out, Qin Zhengxian and Zhou Ling greeted him respectively.

Nan Song looked at the man standing in front of him, smiled sweetly, stepped forward and took Shen Du's arm: "Honey, you're here."

Shen Du had long been used to her cloyingly sweet voice in front of people, and nodded calmly, looking at his sand sculpture wife with deep eyes, full of deep love.

Two seconds later, Shen Du looked away and looked at Qin Zhengxian and Zhou Ling.

"Director Qin, Director Zhou, I'll take Xiao Song home first."

The two directors with aunt smiles nodded and motioned for them to go first.

Nan Song handed over his car keys to Chen Mingyu, and he drove his own car, while Shen Du drove the black elegant car for Nan Song.

Until the second before the car door closed, Nan Song still kept a gentle and generous smile on his face, which almost froze.

Sitting in the co-pilot and fastening the seat belt, Nan Song's face instantly collapsed.

Damn it, fake smiles are really tiring, more tiring than her stepping on the elliptical machine with a slope of eight for half an hour.

Shen Du stepped on the accelerator, and the car started slowly on the road. The windows around the car were closed, and the two of them kept silent all the way, making the atmosphere in the car even more cramped.

From the rearview mirror, Nan Song saw Chen Mingyu driving her car behind at a constant speed, keeping a short distance from their car.

Looking at it, I was fascinated.

Tsk. These days, it's really not easy to be the personal assistant of a domineering president. My boss insists on acting with his plastic wife in front of people, so the assistant has to patiently accompany him at night.

Thinking about it, Nan Song suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Bah bah bah!What plastic wife!How can you say that about yourself?She's not a fucking blow-up doll.

I drank some red wine at the dinner, although I was not drunk, Nan Song's head was still a little dizzy at the moment, and at some point Shen Du turned on the music in the car, soft and melodious piano Qu is really hypnotic.

Time passed by, Nan Song leaned his head against the seat, and his consciousness gradually became a little chaotic.

Shen Du, who had been driving the car wholeheartedly, saw that the person sitting in the co-pilot had completely fallen asleep, and fell into doubts in his heart——

Just fell asleep?Don't have any questions to ask him?This unscientific.

According to this woman's character, shouldn't she cry, make trouble and hang herself?It has been so quiet since getting in the car until now, there is only one answer to the matter——

She was so sad that her heart was ashamed.

Thinking of this, Shen Du gradually frowned, how to coax this?
Send diamonds?Send a bag?Send an apartment?
No, this woman already has a lot of these things, how about giving her a yacht or a private jet tomorrow?
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