Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 31
Awakened by the nightmare, Song Anhao couldn't sleep anymore.

She appeared in Shen Xiuran's bedroom in her pajamas, hugging a pillow.

"uncle……"

Shen Xiuran looked her up and down calmly, and asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

Song Anhao said pitifully: "Uncle, I feel uncomfortable and can't sleep!"

Shen Xiuran: "..."

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Song Anhao got in from under his armpits, consciously moved his pillow from the middle to one side, and then put the pillow in his arms on the other side.

"..."

Shen Xiuran's thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and the peak of his eyebrows was twisted into a word 'Chuan'.

Seeing Shen Xiuran standing still at the door, Song Anhao sat on the bed, patted the seat beside him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, what are you doing standing there, come here quickly!"

Shen Xiuran remained motionless.

Song Anhao got up and walked in front of him, with crooked eyes: "Uncle, you forgot that Dr. Jian said that we should be inseparable! We go our separate ways during the day, if we are not together at night, how can we treat you? Isn't my wife married for nothing? Besides, I'm really grateful that you believed in me and defended me so much today. "

If her wife is meaningless to Shen Xiuran, then this marriage will not last long.

She hasn't killed Shen Haoze and Jiang Man yet!

She cannot divorce.

Shen Xiuran looked at Song Anhao coldly, as if he wanted to see the depths of her soul.

Song Anhao felt guilty when he saw him, lowered her eyes to cover up, pushed him onto the bed halfway, and lay beside him with her arms in her arms.

Shen Xiuran was like a sculpture, lying motionless on the bed, if it wasn't for the sound of breathing, Song Anhao would have thought he was hugging a dummy.

After a brief silence, Song Anhao spoke first: "Uncle, I can't sleep, let's chat!"

A silence answered her.

If he didn't make a sound, Song Anhao took it as his acquiescence.

Gu Gu said: "Uncle, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

Last night, Jian Sling said that his illness was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, so what's the inside story?

Was it a painful emotional trauma?

"..."

He didn't answer, and she wasn't discouraged, and continued to probe: "Uncle, what type of woman do you like?"

"..."

"Uncle, my brother's company has newly signed a lot of actresses, all of whom are beautiful, how about I introduce one to you?"

"..."

I have already gotten used to his taciturnity, even so, Song Anhao did not calm down, and continued to chatter: "Uncle, thank you for what happened today, without you, I would definitely be wronged to death by the scumbag man! You don't even know, All the evidence at that time pointed to me, if you hadn't found Gu Bai, I would have been unable to argue."

She really didn't expect that Shen Xiuran would stand by her side the whole time today.

She obviously sucks at acting.

He still believed unconditionally, and even brought Gu Bai here.

She was really moved.

At first she threw herself into Shen Xiuran's arms and cried, pretending to be pitiful was just a whim and fun.

It's just that Shen Xiuran's reaction was beyond her expectation, so she kept acting.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The breathing and heartbeat of the two could be clearly heard.

Song Anhao moved his head, found the most comfortable position, and put his arms across Shen Xiuran's chest. Hearing his steady heartbeat, he felt inexplicably at ease.

A wave of drowsiness swept over her.

Seeing that she hadn't stopped talking for a long time, Shen Xiuran's hoarse and forbearing voice sounded above her head: "How is Song An?"

"An'an, I like it when you call me An'an!"

Song Anhao's indistinct voice came from his chest.

Ann...Ann...

Shen Xiuran subconsciously clenched his fists.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, he spoke again: "An...an..."

"Ok!"

Song Anhao responded vaguely, followed by even and long breathing.

asleep?

While talking, fell asleep...

Shen Xiuran stared blankly at the crystal ceiling on the ceiling.

The warm breath gently brushed over Shen Xiuran's arm, the soft body, the sweetness that belongs only to girls...

A strange feeling rose from his lower abdomen.

In his breath, there was a faint scent of gardenia, all of which impacted his thoughts.

His breathing is messed up...

(End of this chapter)