Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 276 I just have one request, don't pull out my oxygen tube when you are old.Nan Song: Don’t worry, I only know how to plug and unplug
A man who has extremely high requirements for the quality of daily life, a man who has never been willing to settle for food, accommodation and other aspects.

Tell her as long as she doesn't starve to death?

Nan Song rolled his eyes seven or eight times.

"Well, let me put it this way, anyway, I still suggest that you don't pin your hope of being taken care of when you get old. After all, I really don't know how to cook, and it's not like I didn't work hard to learn it before. I did, but I didn’t succeed in my studies, even if I don’t have the talent in this area, I can’t do anything about it.”

"After all, when a husband and wife are together, there is no righteousness in business. I think it is the safest and most appropriate way to send you to a nursing home or find a caregiver."

After finishing speaking, he added: "And to be honest, I think when you get old, you can go to a nursing home and live a few years longer than living with me every day at home."

Shen Du: "."

Talking here, he knew that the arrogance and ruthlessness of this sand sculpture woman had been fully reflected.

He really didn't want to waste a minute or a second on this topic.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally just choked out a sentence: "Okay, let's talk about this question later, anyway, I will just say, if I am really hospitalized when I get old, just don't pull out my oxygen tube."

Nan Song squinted at him for a moment, with a hint of reproach in his clever little expression.

"Damn, nonsense, how can you do that? You are my dear husband, I definitely hope you live a long life, why would you pull out your oxygen tube?"

She can only plug and unplug and plug and unplug and plug and unplug.

Of course, this last thought must not be spoken out, it will become a secret and will remain in her heart forever.

Hee hee, today is also a day of deep love between husband and wife.

After chatting for a while, for some reason, Shen Du suddenly felt a little tired. He attributed the reason to: communicating with the sand sculpture woman in front of him is a very exhausting thing.

For the sake of his own health, Shen Du decided not to say a word to her again.

For the next few hours at least, he just wanted to calm himself down by working.

Nan Song watched Shen Du get up, took out the notebook from the computer bag on the table, sat down with her back to the hospital bed, opened it, and started working.

Seeing his posture, she knew that today's great chat project would be aborted here.

Next, she can only spend the long and boring time without a mobile phone by herself.

Nan Song leaned forward to adjust the inclination of the hospital bed, but found that his position on the bed was not easy to operate.

As soon as he raised his head, he subconsciously wanted to call Shen Du, but he held back after all.

Now that she's already put into work, she won't bother her, otherwise this man will come over with a dark face to help her adjust, so it's better to rely on herself.

Tried again and finally flattened, Nam Song lay down contentedly.

It was already dark outside at this moment, the window was half opened, and a comfortable breeze came in, blowing on Nan Song's face.

The outside world at night is very exciting, and you can hear the sound of children laughing and playing from time to time, as well as the faint sound of music from far away.

Once the surrounding environment quiets down, some senses of people will be magnified more clearly and sharply. For example, at this moment, Nan Song feels more boring.

She reached out to touch the hanging drip adjustment button and pushed it a little faster.

But after only a few tens of seconds, he clearly felt the discomfort of numbness and soreness in his entire arm, so he quickly adjusted the dripping speed back trembling.

When he lay down again, Nan Song's eyes fell on Shen Du's back.

He was wearing trousers and a white shirt, and sat with his back straight. From her angle, he could only see a little profile line, but no expression.

In the ward, there were only the sounds of Shen Du typing on the keyboard and receiving and sending emails from time to time.

Nan Song watched and suddenly fell into deep thought——

He even has to bring a computer to handle work when he is in bed. It seems that Domineering Shen is always really busy.

At this moment, Shen Du's mobile phone rang suddenly, he reacted quickly and directly pressed the mute button, and the ringing of the incoming call stopped abruptly.

Then Nan Song saw him get up and move the chair slightly back, so he quickly closed his eyes, and the dog man must not find out about peeking.

Then, there was a sound of footsteps walking towards the door, Nan Song opened his eyes a little, and saw Shen Du opened the door and walked out.

About two or three minutes later, the person came back again, but he didn't hear the sound of moving the chair and sitting down for a long time.

Nan Song's eyes were closed. After thinking for a while, he opened them again and found a person standing in front of the bed.

She was so frightened that her heart trembled, and she subconsciously opened her eyes. At that moment, the two looked at each other.

"."

Nan Song blinked his eyes and showed an awkward yet polite smile.

Shen Du looked at her, as if looking at a fool.

"If you want to see it, just look at it openly. What's the meaning of squinting and peeking? I didn't expect you, Nan Song, to have such a wretched day."

Nan Song suddenly became unhappy with his words.

"Wretched? You call me wretched? Why do you use such wretched words to describe me?"

Shen Du looked at her puffy appearance, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly imperceptibly.

"Just because of the way you squinted and peeked at me just now, you look like a voyeur."

Nan Song: "."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

He is standing, she is lying down.

Being looked at by Shen Du with such a condescending look, Nan Song felt a great oppression.

As the saying goes, a good man—oh no, a good woman doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and she doesn't care about him.

In the next second, Nan Song turned over to face the window, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Shen Du stood on the spot and looked at her for a while, making sure that this person really seemed to be going to sleep this time, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

The transparent rubber tube of the infusion needle inserted on the back of Nan Song's hand was blocked by the quilt again, Shen Du sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to straighten it out for her.

After a while, the sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again in the ward.
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Facts have proved that when there is no mobile phone to play with, sleeping is the best thing to kill time.

I don't know if the injected medicinal liquid contains hypnotic drugs, but Nan Song fell asleep very quickly, and slept soundly this time.

When I woke up again, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt that the soreness all over my body before had eased a lot, and my head was not so groggy.

However, Shen Du was not in the room, but the computer screen on the table was still on, Nan Song moved his ears and listened carefully to the movement in the bathroom.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

　Five more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)