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After finally coaxing her back to the room, Song Wanyue vomited as soon as she entered the room.

I didn't eat anything the whole day, except for the two glasses of coconut milk I just drank.

Only water came out.

She had a terrible headache and felt dizzy.

The constant temperature system had already started running, and Duan Baiting's cleanliness made him frown at this moment.

But he did not push her away, who was covered in filth.

Instead, he took off her vomit-stained coat and helped her lie down on the sofa.

-Song

Wanyue felt dizzy and swollen from sleeping, but her consciousness was slightly clearer.

This sleep was extremely short, only about half an hour.

When she opened her eyes on the sofa, she saw that she was covered with a small woolen blanket and there was a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.

The living room of the presidential suite is very large, with a simple style and gray and white colors, so it looks a bit empty.

In the kitchen, Duan Baiting had taken off his coat.

The gray suit vest and white shirt give him the gentleness and elegance of a British gentleman.

It was especially clear from Song Wanyue's perspective.

Narrow waist, and straight broad shoulders.

Even the shirt was custom-made at Savile Row in London. The cuffs were rolled up to the forearms, and the black cuffs were tied tightly around the arms.

He looks high and mighty, but he does things that are not befitting of his status.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he gently stirred the casserole with the spoon.

Cooking porridge brings a sense of ease and enjoyment.

He can actually cook.

This surprised Song Wanyue a little.

"Lie down well and don't vomit again."

He didn't look back, but he knew she was awake.

The cold voice made Song Wanyue's heart shrink and she felt a little guilty.

As expected, he disliked her.

Miss Song was very concerned about her reputation, so she couldn't just lie back down and pretend nothing had happened.

He walked into the kitchen, looking half asleep.

Duan Baiting turned off the fire and looked down at her.

Song Wanyue was conscious, but she still felt uncomfortable. Her nose was slightly red and her face was pale.

At this moment, his eyes drooped, looking like a wronged ragdoll cat.

From beginning to end, the whole person exudes a sense of vulnerability, wanting to gain the owner's attention.

She leaned in Duan Baiting's arms, trying to make him forget what had just happened by acting coquettishly and pretending to be pitiful.

"It still hurts."

The voice was delicate, with a hint of tears in it.

Maybe pretending to be pitiful worked.

Duan Baiting did not push her away. Instead, he held her shoulders and led her away from the cooking table.

Prevent being smoked by the hot steam in the casserole.

She has always been restless, rubbing her head on his chest and touching everything with her hands.

Duan Baiting's naturally cold eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm: "Is it okay for anyone?"

She looked up in confusion: "What?"

Those peach blossom eyes were still misty, and the cherry lips finally regained some color, looking at least not as scary as before.

The whole person exudes a sense of innocence.

She is good at maximizing her advantages.

Duan Baiting looked away and stopped looking at her.

He just confirmed with her in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am?"

Song Wanyue felt that his question was inexplicable: "Of course I know. You are Duan Baiting, my husband."

His expression looked a little better, but he still had that cold look without much fluctuation.

He pulled her away with disgust and said, "Go take a shower."

Song Wanyue lowered her head and smelled herself, and there was indeed a faint sour smell of vomit.

Even she herself felt disgusted and nodded obediently: "Oh."

After taking two steps, she held onto the door frame and reminded him: "Put some sugar in the porridge, I don't like plain porridge."

The eldest lady had a picky taste and many requirements.

Duan Baiting ignored her, turned around and turned on the fire.

She pursed her lips and complained in her heart that he was not considerate at all.

When I came out of the shower, the porridge was already prepared and placed on the dining table in the dining room.

Duan Baiting did not add sugar, but added some red dates.

Song Wanyue was wearing Duan Baiting's shirt, which she had just taken out of the closet.

The hem covered her thighs.

The cuffs had to be rolled up several notches before the hands could be seen.

The boyfriend style that is very popular on the Internet recently is the most authentic one.

After Duan Baiting prepared a midnight snack for her, he turned on his computer and continued working.

There was a marble countertop between the two of them. Song Wanyue sat on a chair and sipped her porridge, occasionally looking up at him.

Duan Baiting usually has a serious and indifferent expression, and it is even worse when he is working.

He always has a cold face, as if he can freeze you instantly with just one look at you.

The air pressure is so low it's scary.

Perhaps noticing her relentless gaze, the man raised his head calmly.

The pair of indifferent and deep eyes under the lenses met her gaze.

Song Wanyue retracted the hand holding the spoon and pretended to look around at the decoration nervously.

Duan Baiting did not look away, but took off his glasses and put them aside.

Glasses are a strange thing.

Song Wanyue was inspired.

After putting it on, Duan Baiting looked gentle and refined, but without the layer of lenses to block the view, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

She was so shocked by the indifferent look that she even forgot to swallow the porridge in her mouth.

Staring at him blankly.

Duan Baiting seemed to realize something. He closed the computer, took the cigarette box and stood up: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Song Wanyue stared at his back.

The pine and cypress trees are slender and tall, standing tall even in the cold winter.

Women all admire strong men.

Duan Baiting's indifference as he stood on the top of the mountain and looked down upon everyone made her somewhat moved.

Circular terrace with half a window opened.

Song Wanyue ate her porridge in small sips, but her eyes followed him.

I saw him holding a cigarette in his mouth, lowering his head to light it, and half-holding his left hand to block the wind.

As the gray smoke rose, he also raised his head.

Looking at the night scene in the distance, his eyes are empty yet deep.

Sometimes, Song Wanyue felt that he actually had a lot on his mind.

But he never reveals his thoughts.

People who are too deep and introverted don't want others to see through them.

After drinking the porridge, Song Wanyue left and returned to her standard room.

For now, she doesn't want her relationship with Duan Baiting to be known to others.

I guess Duan Baiting had warned about the previous dinner, but no news of it leaked out.

Xiao He, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her and immediately went up to her: "Mr. Duan didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Seeing his anxious look, Song Wanyue's vanity was satisfied.

It seems that even he feels that his charm is so great that even Duan Baiting, who is not interested in women, is attracted to him.

She assured Xiao He: "He didn't do anything to me."

Xiao He then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he didn't do anything. You too, you even dared to offend Mr. Duan. Although those rumors sound outrageous, they cannot be groundless. Although we live in a society ruled by law now, it is still easy for these top wealthy people to make a person disappear from the social level if they really want to." His

words made Song Wanyue's complacent smile gradually disappear.

The more I listen, the more something seems wrong.

It turned out that he was not afraid that Duan Baiting had bad intentions towards her, but was worried that he might want to kill him?

Xiao He was still patting his chest and feeling thankful, hoping that Song Wanyue would choose the right person when she acted like a spoiled brat in the future.

How could they easily offend someone of Duan Baiting's status?

Miss Song felt that her charm was insulted, rolled her eyes, and was too lazy to continue listening to his nagging.

I used the room card to open the door and entered the room.

-Early

the next morning, Song Wanyue followed Brother Su and the project department to meet the partners.

Although she didn't contribute much throughout the day, she still learned a lot.

They were planning to order some takeout for dinner, when Xiao He came and knocked on the door: "There is a party tonight, and Mr. Duan will go too."

Song Wanyue was planning to take a shower and rest: "What does it have to do with us?"

For a party like this between high-level leaders, they were not even qualified to go in and serve tea or water.

After all, what we are talking about are business secrets.

Xiao He said, "Assistant Liu asked someone from the legal department to go."

Song Wanyue frowned, "So you want me to go?"

"Only you can go." Xiao He reeked of alcohol. "I received a last-minute notice and Brother Su and I just had a few drinks. He's unconscious now, and I'm almost there too. If something goes wrong in that kind of situation, our careers will be over."

Song Wanyue: "..."

She had no choice but to change her clothes and go out.

Considering that it was an important occasion, she was extremely serious about her dress.

Long hair tied low behind the head, silhouette wool suit jacket, A-line hip skirt.

Eight centimeter high heels, paired with airy black stockings.

She lacked her usual delicate and noble demeanor, as she looked listless due to her poor health, giving her a somewhat decadent look like a queen.

There was silence for a long time until she arrived at her destination by car.

Who comes to a nightclub to discuss business? ?

Bojiang City is truly a den of debauchery where people indulge in entertainment to death, and the entire street is extremely prosperous.

The interior of the nightclub has a cyberpunk mechanical feel.

In the dimly lit corner, men and women hugged each other and kissed passionately.

Song Wanyue was led to the VIP box by the waiter.

It's called a private room, but it's actually more like a suite.

There are all kinds of facilities inside.

There is a chess and card room and a billiard room, an infinity pool outside the terrace, and even a shooting gallery.

Once inside, the lights turned into a dim light, and the faint smell of incense made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

It was the first time for the young lady who had just entered the workplace that she knew that a job could be discussed in such a place.

The waiter kindly opened the door for her.

The box was very lively with conversations and music, and no one noticed this side.

Song Wanyue was also able to enter unknowingly.

I just found a sofa and sat down.

The big screen in front is showing the MV of a currently popular sweet song, and the singing voice coming from the speakers is exactly the same as the original singer.

Song Wanyue was still curious about who had such strong skills that even the voice was the same as the original singer.

When she looked in the direction of the voice, she was slightly startled by the familiar face.

It's actually the original singer.

The young star, who debuted as a singer, became famous with a costume drama at the beginning of the year and gained countless fans. She was listed as one of the rising stars to become a hit.

A sweet girl type that is popular with both men and women.

After the song was finished, scattered applause was heard around.

It can be seen that those people are not interested in listening to music.

After she finished singing, the microphone was taken away, but she was still standing there. Her pink puffy skirt made her look cute and lovely.

The idols who were once unattainable in the eyes of fans have now become commodities.

Xia Xu introduced her identity: "She was signed by our company last year. She is a promising newcomer who just turned 20 years old."

Song Yun smiled sweetly, with two cute dimples at the corners of her mouth. His eyes were on the man sitting opposite him.

He was wearing a black shirt, no tie, and even two of his collar buttons were undone.

The exposed neck line is attractive,

and his arm is resting on the back of the sofa. He holds the iceberg wine glass with one hand, and the foreign wine shakes out slight bubbles.

There is a feeling of relaxation and laziness all over the body.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at the corner of the box, and the muscles on the side of his neck bulged out into a sexy arc.

Song Wanyue met Duan Baiting's gaze.

I was slightly startled for a moment.

No one in the box noticed him. When did he, the protagonist surrounded by so many stars, discover her existence?

The light was dim, and his eyes, slightly drunk, were unclear.

He just stared at her across the crowd.

He put down his glass and took out his cell phone.

A few seconds later, Song Wanyue's phone vibrated.

Message from Duan Baiting.

——Are you not feeling uncomfortable anymore?

The discomfort is not that severe, the worst thing is insomnia.

Since I can't sleep anyway, I might as well come out and sit for a while.

——It doesn't hurt anymore.

Looking down at the information on the screen, his brows relaxed.

Put your phone aside.

Song Wanyue originally thought that she came here today because of work.

Even brought a computer.

She thought the computer was too heavy and wanted to find a place to put it down first.

The man sitting next to her took it very gentlemanly and placed it on the coffee table beside him.

They were not qualified to participate in the social interactions among the big guys, and even had to lower their voices so that only the people sitting next to them could hear them clearly.

"Are you an employee of Tanyi?"

Song Wanyue smiled politely: "Hello."

The other party also smiled. Humans are all appearance-oriented and are always naturally more friendly to good-looking people.

She spoke in an extremely gentle tone: "I'm Jiang Su, from Dongxu R&D Center."

The other party introduced himself, and she also gave a brief self-introduction: "I'm Song Wanyue, from the Legal Department."

Jiang Su's eyes lit up: "So awesome, law is very difficult."

Song Wanyue has been praised countless times since she was a child, but few people praised her for her intelligence.

Her vanity was greatly satisfied, and she temporarily put aside her airs as a young lady in front of strangers.

"Your legal department must be very busy at work, right?"

There were several bartenders in the box, and Song Wanyue ordered a cocktail.

"Fortunately, I'm just an intern currently and the workload is not too heavy."

Jiang Su nodded: "Just graduated?"

"Yes."

He smiled: "No wonder, you look very young."

Song Wanyue actually didn't want to continue this somewhat awkward conversation, but the other party seemed to be getting excited.

"How's the climate in North City? I might be transferred to the headquarters there next month. Do you have any good restaurants to recommend?"

Song Wanyue replied with a little embarrassment: "Actually, I just went there too, and I'm not very familiar with it. You can check out Dianping.com."

"Can I contact you when I get there? There should be a lot of areas for cooperation between our company and Tan Yi in the future."

She took a sip of her cocktail: "Let's talk about it later."

From the perspective of others, the two of them were chatting enthusiastically.

-The

music stopped at some point.

At the innermost part of the box, Xia Xu's smile was somewhat ambiguous: "Mr. Duan is here for the first time in Bojiang, I'm afraid I've neglected him. Today, let this girl accompany you for a drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yun shyly lifted the hem of her skirt and was about to walk around the coffee table to sit next to Duan Baiting.

The man stretched out his long legs, blocking her way.

He didn't answer, his eyes were on Song Wanyue.

He has an aura of an invader that is hard to ignore, and a single look from him can make people feel so oppressed that they can't breathe.

In a cold tone: "I'm married."

I don't know who these three words are reminding.

Xia Xu was stunned at first, then expressed his understanding and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law is magnanimous and will definitely not mind."

Duan Baiting sat up straight and leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

"That's hard to say."

Xia Xu himself is a married man, and it's the same in this circle.

In a marriage based on interests, each party has their own interests.

Of course he knew that Duan Baiting was married.

Last year, his marriage to the eldest daughter of the Song family was widely discussed in Beijing circles.

The combination of these two companies is simply a bombshell that is enough to shake the entire stock market.

In terms of interests, they are definitely inseparable, but as for feelings, any discerning person can see that there is no such thing.

Who is Duan Baiting? The blood flowing in his veins is icy.

The delicate and dignified daughter of the Song family, who was spoiled to the point of being willful and arrogant, had many problems.

There is no way Duan Baiting would fall in love with such a person.

Xia Xu raised his eyebrows and gave him a suggestion: "Why not call your sister-in-law and ask."

Duan Baiting chuckled and actually accepted the suggestion: "Okay."

He slowly picked up the mobile phone aside and dialed Song Wanyue's number in front of everyone.

Song Wanyue, who was listening to the whole thing, immediately changed her expression. She didn't even have time to mute her phone.

The ringing sound filled the entire box.