Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 273 Is this patient and gentlemanly man in front of you really the same person as the Jingfen just now?
Porridge, side dishes.

Nothing else.

Nan Song: "."

Wrong, wrong, must be wrong.

She looked up at Shen Du, held back for a long time but only asked two words in disbelief: "That's it?"

Shen Du looked at her with frank eyes: "That's it."

After she realized her intentions, she added, "What else do you want?"

Hearing his words, Nan Song felt that he was about to be laughed out of anger. He put his hands on his hips and felt a pain in the back of his hands. The arrogant movements stopped abruptly, and he could only withdraw his hands angrily.

But when it comes to arguing with others, one must either be aggressive in body language or in the tone of one's words, no matter what, there must be one.

This time, Nan Song wisely chose the latter.

"Shen Du, I'm a patient. Do you know the concept of the word patient? It's okay if you don't know, I'll explain it for you! It's the concept of supplementing nutrition after waking up, understand?"

After speaking, he pointed to the two thermos buckets: "Look at what you brought me, mung bean porridge, stir-fried cabbage heart, I'm afraid that someone will say that you abused your wife, I want to eat meat, okay?"

"Also, I don't know where you got these two mighty and majestic thermal insulation barrels. Since they have grown to this size, shouldn't you let them play their best role? Use them to hold Meat, put on it for me!"

Shen Du patiently listened to her big call, and only said lightly: "The doctor said that you must eat lightly for the next two days."

"Ok."

Nan Song was instantly as quiet as a chicken.

If it's what the doctor meant, ok, fine, it's fine, then she has nothing to say, and she dares not say anything.

Seeing that she turned into a coward for a second, Shen Du deliberately asked, "Do you still eat?"

"eat."

Nan Song kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, but he didn't raise his eyes to look at her, but silently fiddled with a thread on the corner of the quilt with his head down.

The arrogance of Cai Cai and his theory has disappeared.

Shen Du pinched his throat, and purposely imitated her usual aggressive tone: "But there is no meat in these two mighty thermoses, are you really willing to eat it?"

"."

The corner of Nan Song's mouth twitched, and he spat out four words tremblingly: "I am willing to eat."

"Really or not?"

"."

Nan Song raised his hand to cover his heart, his face was a bit embarrassed: "... To be honest, Shen Du, don't give me this, my heart won't be able to take it."

"Huh? It's nothing. I'm just asking if you want to eat or not."

"Eat, I'll eat, I beg you to stop talking, you fucking shut up."

After saying this, Nan Song stretched out his trembling hands towards the thermos, and the next second, Shen Du suddenly stretched out his left and right hands to cover the two thermos respectively.

Nan Song's half-stretched hand stopped suddenly, and she slightly raised her head to look at Shen Du, her small expression was full of doubts.

For some reason, her current gesture reminded her of a sentence - "Brother, give me some."

A sense of humiliation popped up deep in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

After all, the most important thing now is to fill the stomach, humiliation is humiliation.

"But people are a little scared."

Nan Song was speechless: "What are you afraid of?"

Shen Du was serious: "I'm afraid that if this matter gets out, some people will say that I abused my wife and only feed her such unnutritious things as mung bean porridge and stir-fried cabbage heart."

Nan Song stretched out his hand and made a swearing gesture.

"God knows, Earth knows, you know and I know, I guarantee that this matter will not be known by a third person."

"really?"

"really."

"Well, that's about the same."

After finishing speaking, Shen Du removed his hands from the two thermos buckets, then opened the lid and filled Nan Song with mung bean porridge in a small bowl, his movements seemed quite patient.

Nan Song crossed his arms and crossed his chest, quietly looking at the man in front of him, his eyes seemed to be looking at a schizophrenic.

Serving porridge, testing the temperature, emptying the food from the thermos into a small bowl, and handing her a small spoon, the series of actions can be described as smooth and patient.

It made Nan Song feel a little self-doubt.

Is this patient and gentlemanly man in front of him really the same person as the Jingfen just now? ? ?
The infusion needle was inserted on the back of the right hand, so Nan Song could only scoop porridge with her left hand. Her dominant hand was her right hand, so even if she used a spoon, it still caused inconvenience.

Shen Du didn't notice her movement, and when the phone rang, he picked it up and went to the window to answer the call.

The VIP ward has a huge space, so big that Nan Song is eating on the bed here, and hearing Shen Du's voice talking on the phone feels a little vague, and I don't know if he deliberately lowered his voice or what.

It must be something that no one else can hear at work.

"Well, when the market opens tomorrow, there is a high probability that A-shares will rise rapidly, so remember to follow up."

"."

"For this matter, call over there immediately and tell them that Yun Yi has decided to stop the follow-up of the next project, when will he correct his attitude in doing things, and when will he be eligible to come to have an interview with me."

After speaking, he gave a few words of emotionless advice, and then Shen Du put down the phone.

Turning around, I saw that Nan Song was still drinking the porridge in small spoonfuls. It seemed that every mouthful seemed to be a bit laborious, especially when changing chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

Shen Du looked at it for a while, but couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over.

Just as Nan Song was persistently fighting against a slippery piece of choy sum with chopsticks, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

Before she could react, the chopsticks in her hand were snatched away.

With a normal conditioned reflex, she said anxiously: "Hey brother, I haven't finished eating yet!"

Shen Du ignored her at all, dragged a soft chair from the side and sat down, picked up the piece of choy sum that defeated Nan Song, and fed it to her mouth.

Nan Song was taken aback, what are you doing?feed her?

Will this happiness come a bit too suddenly?
Shen Du saw her astonished expression in his eyes, and asked, "Why are you so surprised?"

Nan Song's brain twitched, and he quickly expressed his true thoughts: "I thought you were going to steal my meal"

"."

Shen Du looked at the innocent woman in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After holding back for a long time, he said: "You are quite crisis-conscious."

Nan Song pouted, didn't answer, and then silently accepted the feeding.

A mouthful of mung bean porridge and a piece of choy sum, Shen Du always fed Nan Song at a constant speed, and they matched well.

For some reason, Nan Song suddenly felt that the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. After all, it seemed that this person had never fed her so patiently before.

"I heard you call just now, it seems that the company has something to do? Why don't you go and do it first?"

　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)