10

Duan Baiting pieced the meaning of these words together and repeated them silently in his mind.

His eyes darkened and paused for a few seconds.

With his eyelashes drooped, the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly.

At this time, her hands were loosely placed on his waist. The computer was turned off and he took off his headphones.

There was a hint of pale white light in the sky outside the window.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he gently held her hand and tightened it around his waist.

-When

Song Wanyue woke up, she was lying on the bed in the study.

Aunt Tan came over and asked her to have breakfast.

She slept well last night and didn't stay in bed after waking up, which was a rare occasion.

He sat up and looked around.

The huge study seemed empty except for a few rows of bookshelves.

She asked Aunt Qin, "Where is Duan Baiting?"

Aunt Qin picked up the blanket that had slipped to the ground and said, "He left early in the morning. Let me tell you that he will be out of town for a few days. If you need anything, you can talk to Secretary Qin."

Song Wanyue nodded thoughtfully.

Because she overslept, she came to the company half an hour late. Of course, I won't get the perfect attendance award this month.

There was lively conversation in the tea room.

When he saw Song Wanyue, he waved to her to come over and listen to the gossip with him.

Song Wanyue put down her bag and asked curiously, "What gossip?"

A colleague asked her mysteriously, "Have you heard that Vice President Liu and Sister Wu were fired?"

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Fired?" "

The company just issued a notice this morning. I heard that it was President Duan who came out in person this time." A colleague gloated, "Although it was not said explicitly, no one in the same industry would dare to hire them at the risk of offending Tan Yi and President Duan. In short, their careers are over."

Someone puzzled: "President Duan's transformation is intriguing. Vice President Liu's business ability is top-notch in the industry, and it is for this reason that President Duan promoted him. He usually turned a blind eye to his various behaviors. What did he do to make President Duan come out in person?"

Duan Baiting is a qualified capitalist. He does not care about personal feelings when doing things, and everything is for profit.

Vice President Liu can create benefits for him, so he is of value to Duan Baiting.

But now he kicked the man away without hesitation and even cut off all his escape routes.

There were also many people who spoke up for Vice President Liu: "Although he usually bullies others in the company, President Duan is really... ruthless. Could it be true as the outside world says?"

Someone told her not to talk nonsense, in case the walls have ears and the news gets to President Duan.

She was anxious to prove that she was not talking nonsense: "It was available on the Internet a few years ago. Some of his uncles and aunts died or went crazy. I heard that Mr. Duan's grandfather just passed away. He had been living abroad, but suddenly returned and gave all his inheritance to..." "

Don't talk nonsense without evidence." Song Wanyue came to the tea room with a coffee cup and interrupted their conversation.

Several people looked at each other and laughed, "You are defending Mr. Duan so much. Are you thinking of becoming the boss's wife?"

Song Wanyue added two spoonfuls of milk to the American coffee. She had a harmless face, beautiful and without any aggression.

The corners of her lips were raised, with a smile at the corners of her eyes, and she was well-behaved but also a little undisguisedly pretentious. "I'm so beautiful, isn't it easy for me to be the boss lady of Tan Yi? I am now giving you a friendly reminder in my capacity as a legal officer of Tan Yi that according to Article 246 of the Criminal Law, anyone who fabricates facts to slander others will be sentenced."

This half-true and half-false joke made everyone in the tea room stunned for a moment.

Song Wanyue finished her business and left with the brewed coffee.

When she returned to her workstation, even she herself felt strange as to why she was so angry when she heard people talking about Duan Baiting behind his back.

It's too abnormal, so abnormal that it's not like her at all.

-The

Ministry of Law has nothing to do lately.

Sister Wu was just transferred here, but was fired again not long after.

A new supervisor has not been recruited yet, and it is very likely that he will be promoted from within the department.

So these days, those senior employees are working very hard.

Song Wanyue and Xiao He had no hope, so they took advantage of the chaos.

During the break, Song Wanyue called Jingxiang and complained about what happened yesterday.

After listening to this, Jingxiang came to only one conclusion: "Duan Baiting is a pretty good person."

Song Wanyue did not refute this: "In this aspect, he is indeed okay."

Jingxiang asked her: "What about other aspects?"

Song Wanyue was stunned by the question: "What other aspects?"

Every time she called, Jingxiang's side was noisy. She was either in a nightclub or at a party.

Some time ago, her parents urged her to go on a blind date, but her resistance was futile, so she simply ran away from home.

I have been outside these days.

Song Wanyue heard the DJ playing music through the receiver of her cell phone, which made her ears hurt.

"What else could it be?" Shizuka smiled meaningfully, "Of course...all aspects."

Song Wanyue was stunned for a long time before she understood the meaning of her smile.

"He's handsome and rich. His work and rest schedule is irregular." She thought for a moment and added, "And he's good at his job."

So no matter from which aspect, Duan Baiting is a rare and high-quality candidate for a husband.

Shizuka was confused by the "irregular work and rest schedule" in her words: "How is this an advantage?"

Song Wanyue said: "An irregular work and rest schedule means that he will definitely die early in the future, and then all the inheritance will be mine."

Lawyer Song said it seriously, which made Shizuka laugh.

After laughing, she asked her again: "Since Duan Baiting is so good, you should let go of your brother Kian now, right?"

Her ears suddenly became quiet, even the sound of breathing became faint.

It was as if I had pressed the mute button by mistake.

I don't know how long it took, Song Wanyue said: "I let it go a long time ago. I let it go on the day of our engagement."

But her weak voice still revealed her most sincere feelings at the moment.

Shizuka sighed.

She was a witness to the whole process, starting from when Song Wanyue told her with a blushing face that she had a crush on a brother who was three years older than her.

Later, she came to her crying and said that she didn't want to marry someone she didn't know.

There was only less than half a year between them.

The past is still vivid in my mind.

But Shizuka didn't know how to persuade her.

After all, being in the same family, they had known since childhood that this day would come.

No matter how favored you are, you will still have to sacrifice your marriage to seek benefits for the family in the future.

Song Wanyue has an optimistic personality and takes everything in a positive light. She quickly accepted her inevitable fate.

"I'm already married to Duan Baiting. Even if I don't like him, I will fulfill my duties."

Jingxiang asked, "What duties?"

She said, "Of course, the duties of his wife."

Jingxiang sighed, "Wanwan, how can this be considered a duty?"

After hanging up the phone, Song Wanyue stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.

Yes, how can this be considered a responsibility?

-Her

first love couldn't even be called her first love. At most, it was a secret crush on an online friend she had never met across the screen that lasted for more than a year.

She didn't even know what the other person looked like.

Tall or short, fat or thin, old or young.

It all started with an email that was sent to the wrong person.

The content of the email was an invitation to Ragdoll Cat's third birthday

and the party address was in South Kensington, London.

Coincidentally, the kitten's name is the same as my English name.

An email from the UK was mistakenly sent to me, and the kitten had the same name as me.

In the eyes of the fantasy-filled girl, this was a beautiful coincidence.

So she added the other person as a friend using his email address.

I originally thought that the person who would do such a cute thing as celebrating the cat's birthday was an equally cute girl.

After the friend request was sent, it took a whole day for the other party to accept the friend request.

She was in class at that time and looked down when she heard the prompt sound.

The other party agreed to her request to be added.

She immediately clicked on the homepage and found that it was a boy.

There is actually nothing in it, and occasionally some strange numbers are sent out.

Scrolling all the way down, she finally found a photo.

The ragdoll cat in the photo should be Lucky, who is about to turn three years old.

At first glance, it seems that she is well taken care of by her owner, with smooth fur and a delicate and cute look, like a noble little princess.

Being held in one hand by her owner, she leaned in his arms and looked towards the camera with clear and bright eyes.

The main reason why Song Wanyue confirmed that the owner of the number was a male was the hand holding the cat.

Gray short-sleeved shirt, with tight and slender forearms and a cool white skin tone.

The light blue veins are slightly raised and meander to the back of the hand.

With alluring tension.

The palm of the hand sank into the thick and soft fur of the ragdoll cat.

At first glance, it is obviously a boy's hand, big and wide, with fingers as slender as jade and distinct joints.

On his wrist he wore a black Richard Miller.

Song Wanyue was very outgoing and took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, you sent yesterday's email to me by mistake."

The other party took a long time to reply.

"Sorry,"

she muttered, a little too politely.

"No need to apologize, I think it's fate that we are together. Besides, your cat has the same name as me, and my English name is also Lucky. (*^_^*)"

"Yeah."

Still a concise reply, so concise that it was almost perfunctory.

Song Wanyue was not affected at all, and her enthusiasm did not diminish at all: "Is it a ragdoll cat? What a coincidence, I like ragdolls too. And my friends around me often praise me for looking like a ragdoll cat, hehe."

Although there was a hint of narcissism in her words.

But it's not adulterated at all.

The delicate and beautiful eldest daughter of the Song family is just a precious and exquisite ragdoll cat in the eyes of outsiders.

This relationship was able to develop thanks to her willingness to give in.

The other party responded to her in a neutral manner, purely out of politeness.

Be frugal with words.

But no matter how cold his response was, he would reply to every message from Song Wanyue.

And it definitely won't take more than half an hour.

Sometimes Song Wanyue even doubted whether he was in England.

Why does it feel like there is no eight-hour time difference between them?

Get up early to do exercises, study all night, and take a forty-minute lunch break.

He seems to be always there.

-Xiao

He came over to deliver the information and reminded her to go home and pack three days' worth of clothes.

Song Wanyue was forcibly dragged out of her memories and was stunned: "Why do we need to bring spare clothes?"

Xiao He told her: "It's a business trip, and Brother Su only brought the two of us this time."

He looked very happy. His internship period would end next month, and now he had been entrusted with an important task. It seemed that he would be promoted to a regular employee not far away.

Su Ge is also one of the candidates for the supervisor position this time.

Song Wanyue was not as excited as Xiao He. Ever since the last time she accompanied the guests drinking at a dinner party, she began to suffer from psychological trauma.

I was lucky before because it was Duan Baiting who came.

If it had been someone else, they would probably have succeeded.

Seeing that she looked worried, Xiao He thought she was worried about messing up, so he comforted her: "This is mainly a new project cooperation for the company. The heavy responsibility lies with the senior executives of the project department. Our legal department is responsible for observing and drafting the contract. Isn't Brother Su here? It's not our turn."

But on second thought, Brother Su at least knows Sister Wu better than she does.

She has been in the company for so long, and although the other party is a bit businesslike, he is a nice person.

He probably wouldn't do anything that weird.

So Song Wanyue nodded and said, "Then I'll call home."

She asked Xiaohuan to pack up the clothes and send them over, and also brought some medical supplements.

Song Wanyue was unfamiliar with the local environment and suffered from acclimatization, and was unable to eat or drink.

Seeing a doctor was no use; her symptoms were different from those of other people.

Rather than suffering from acclimatization, she seemed more like she was drunk.

When I first came to North City, I vomited everything I ate.

I still suffer from insomnia at night, and have been suffering from it for almost half a month.

Then I gradually adapted.

Take the afternoon flight there, Xiao He is responsible for buying the ticket.

All three were in economy class.

This is the first time in my life that I've flown in economy class. It's so crowded and noisy.

Song Wanyue wanted to upgrade the three of them to first class at her own expense, but when she saw Su Ge's stern face.

She didn't dare to speak again.

I always feel that he is fierce.

We landed at 7:30 in the evening, and it took another 40 minutes to get to the hotel by taxi.

The hotel is five star, but the rooms are just average.

Xiao He and Su Ge live in a room, and Song Wanyue is a girl and lives in a room alone.

The rooms are next to each other.

The room card is inserted into the card slot and the light comes on.

She looked around the room.

After all, the hotel's star rating is there, and even the most ordinary standard room looks quite luxurious.

However, the eldest daughter of the Song family, who has been spoiled since childhood, always has the highest configuration when traveling.

With consumption downgrading nowadays, it is inevitable that there is some discomfort.

Travel economy class, stay in a standard room.

She put down the suitcase and muttered to herself that she should have revealed her title as the president's wife earlier.

This way you don't have to suffer this sin.

Tired from the long journey, she went to take a shower first. After she changed, Xiao He came and knocked on her door.

"Brother Su said we should go have a barbecue nearby. I haven't eaten much all day and I'm starving."

Song Wanyue waved her hands weakly: "You guys go eat, I want to lie down for a while."

The symptoms of acclimatization came on faster than taking poison, and she was already starting to feel dizzy and weak.

Xiao He tried his best to maintain the unity of the department: "How can that be possible? You only had a glass of iced American coffee this morning. Your stomach will feel uncomfortable if you don't eat for a day."

Song Wanyue was annoyed by him and had no choice but to agree.

I went back to the room and added another knitted jacket.

The temperature in Bojiang City is around 20 degrees all year round, and it gets even colder at night.

We had supper at a barbecue restaurant two kilometers away from the hotel.

Song Wanyue had no appetite and only managed to drink two glasses of coconut milk.

On the way back, Xiao He finally realized something was wrong.

Although Song Wanyue's skin was originally very fair, it looked abnormally fair today.

There was not a trace of blood, and even the usually rosy lips turned pale.

"What's wrong with you? Are you cold?"

Song Wanyue wrapped her coat tighter and shook her head: "It's no big deal, I just have some difficulty acclimatizing."

Xiao He was strong and had no specific idea about what acclimatization was. When he heard her say it was no big deal, he felt relieved and stopped asking questions.

While waiting for the elevator, she walked to the side out of habit.

Xiao He pulled her back: "That's the special elevator for the presidential suite. We are not qualified yet."

Song Wanyue was so confused that she forgot that she was just an ordinary intern and lived in an ordinary standard room.

At this moment, all movements became slow and the things in front of my eyes gradually became blurred.

As if drunk.

Xiao He kept chattering on and on: "I heard from Brother Su that when the time comes, we will be able to attend those high-level meetings. They are all bigwigs with a net worth of over 100 billion, and it's exciting just to think about it. This is my first time staying in a five-star hotel, and it really is different when you enter a big company."

A group of people came in from behind the revolving door of the hotel lobby.

The bodyguard walked in front, and next to him was the special assistant who was reporting on the work progress and the next day's itinerary.

Behind him is an entire elite team.

They must have just returned from a meeting, and the man was dressed particularly formally.

He was wearing a dark three-piece suit, with rimless eyes perched on a high nose bridge. His eyes were as sharp and cold as an eagle, but the thin lenses made them look a little gentler.

The champagne-colored Windsor knot complements the gray and white shirt, giving a sense of calm and gentlemanly elegance.

Xiao He watched from afar, feeling very excited.

Today I actually saw Mr. Duan alive. People who have seen him before said that he was more handsome in person than in photos.

This description is simply too superficial.

This is inexplicably terrifying, as if the powerful aura of one's hands and feet are instantly bound and unable to move, and it cannot be seen in just a few photos.

Xiao He saw that Song Wanyue's eyes were dull and she was in a daze.

He reached out and tugged at the hem of her coat: "I'm so lucky today. I actually ran into Mr. Duan."

In just one minute, he was startled three times.

"Mr. Duan is looking at us!"

"Oh my god, Mr. Duan is coming towards us!!"

Song Wanyue was already dizzy, and he shook her even more dizzy.

She turned around and was about to speak, but her sight only saw the man's chest.

The abdominal muscles are hidden under the suit vest, and the muscle lines can be vaguely seen.

Combined with the subtle sandalwood scent, it creates an alluring sexual tension.

There were only two thoughts in her muddled mind.

When did Xiao He become so tall?

When did Xiao He become so well-proportioned?

She smiled, and her brain completely lost the ability to think independently.

Only the most primitive desire of human beings remains. She raised her hand and placed it on the chest that had a fatal attraction to her.

Xiao He, who was pulled away, had not yet recovered from his daze. When he saw Song Wanyue's illegal behavior, his eyes widened instantly.

This wave of violations is the result of the Ministry of Justice knowingly breaking the law.

And the person offended was their big boss.

He wanted to pull her away before Mr. Duan got angry, but in the face of the absolute strength and overwhelming aura, his legs were trembling and he dared not speak.

He could only hint to Song Wanyue with crazy eyes.

But the latter seemed to be drunk, and his eyes became blurry.

She touched him all over and whispered, "It feels so familiar, have I touched you before?"

He could see that something was wrong with her.

Duan Baiting frowned, held her waist with one hand, and glanced at the special assistant next to him.

The latter immediately understood and came over to open the elevator door.

Duan Baiting didn't smell any alcohol on her, but her behavior at the moment was no different from being drunk.

The elevator door closed and only the special assistant came in.

Xiao He was left outside the elevator stunned. Even the usually calm Su Ge was so shocked that he was speechless.

Song Wanyue's hands were terribly cold. Duan Baiting thought she was cold, so he took off his coat and put it on her.

He asked his special assistant to call the doctor later.

The special assistant nodded: "Okay, Mr. Duan."

Song Wanyue, leaning in his arms, was speaking weakly.

The voice was too soft and Duan Baiting didn't hear clearly. He lowered his head and moved close to her lips: "What?"

Song Wanyue shook her head: "I can..."

Duan Baiting was patient enough. Worried that she had difficulty breathing, he even loosened two buttons of her shirt for her: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

The numbers on the floor display above the elevator door were slowly rising.

It was exceptionally quiet at this time.

Song Wanyue exhaled a breath of fresh air.

"Can I touch your butt? Your chest muscles feel familiar, a bit like my husband's. I want to confirm it." She spoke arrogantly but said it seriously.

Duan Baiting: "..."

The special assistant had already secretly turned his back and stood facing the wall of the elevator. He pinched his thigh hard with his hand to hold back his laughter.

Duan Baiting's temples throbbed slightly: "Have you been drinking?"

She was quite unhappy about being rejected. She raised her hand to press the door opening button in anger: "If you don't want to give it to me, then don't. It's so funny. Actually, I don't really want to touch it. Do you really think I care? I was teasing you on purpose. Your chest muscles are just so-so, nothing special."

Duan Baiting's three short words were enough to make her break down.

In order to keep the job, the special assistant almost pinched his legs until they were blue and he had to hold back his tears.

Only then did I control the smile that was already slipping out of my mouth.

After the elevator door opened, Song Wanyue took only two steps before Duan Baiting picked her up with one hand.

He had a headache, but he just whispered, "Don't run around."

Song Wanyue was pressed in place by him, unable to move.

A few seconds later, the elevator stopped on the upper floor and he carried her out like a chicken.

The room card opened the door, but Song Wanyue leaned against the wall and refused to go in: "Who knows what you are going to do to me."

Now she was full of vigilance.

Duan Baiting asked her to take a good look at who she was.

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the quiet corridor.

On the opposite wall is a huge oil painting, with whirlpools depicted in bright colors, which will make your scalp tingle if you look at it for a few seconds longer.

Song Wanyue blinked: "Duan Baiting?"

Since she could recognize who he was, it meant that it was not too serious.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The living room is brightly lit and located on the upper floors of the hotel, overlooking the night view from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights of the entire city are as dazzling as stars.

Song Wanyue still refused to go in, and made up a story: "My husband is not as stingy as you. He lets me touch him anywhere."

"..." Duan Baiting sighed and finally compromised, "I'll let you touch him. Go in first, and then we'll talk."