12

Because of the ringing sound, everyone's eyes shifted to Song Wanyue in the corner.

She did not answer the call immediately. Instead, she smiled apologetically, stood up and apologized: "Sorry, my family called me suddenly."

She made up an excuse and fled out of the box.

She didn't answer the call in the end.

If Duan Baiting pressed the hands-free button, he would definitely be able to hear something.

She doesn't want to reveal her identity yet.

Song Wanyue is currently looking for a good job and is content with the status quo, thinking that it is fine to maintain the status quo.

She hung up the phone and the other party stopped calling.

Duan Baiting has always been like this, he never makes a second call or sends a second message.

Song Wanyue held the phone, feeling a little anxious. I don't know what's going on inside now.

Did Duan Baiting agree to let the female artist drink with him?

Didn't he think she acquiesced?

Song Wanyue's frown deepened. When she thought of other women sitting next to him, she...

she couldn't think any further.

The inexplicable possessiveness exploded at this moment.

Song Wanyue took out her phone and opened the dialog box with him.

Type out your true thoughts at the moment word by word.

——Duan Baiting, you are not allowed to drink with other women.

The message was sent, but there was no reply from the other side.

Could he have already drunk it?

She bit her lower lip tightly, and unclear emotions surged in her heart.

The grievance is about to overflow.

Her legs hurt from standing in high heels for so long, so she squatted against the wall, tapping her cell phone non-stop.

——If you dare to drink with other women, I will...

"You will what?"

Before she finished editing the message, she heard a voice with a faint smile above her head.

Deep and very magnetic.

It made her heart feel slightly numb and uncontrollably tingling.

Song Wanyue was stunned and looked up.

I don't know when Duan Baiting came out. He was standing in front of her, holding his coat in his hand, supporting the wall behind her with one hand, and bending down to look at her.

Those peach blossom eyes were bathed in the dim light of the corridor.

With a faint smile.

At this moment, Song Wanyue really looked like an abandoned stray cat.

The nose is red and the eyes are red too.

Holding the phone tightly in his hand, he typed with trembling fingers.

The moment she saw Duan Baiting appear in front of her, somehow her grievances were magnified.

"Have you finished your drink?" she asked him deliberately.

Duan Baiting glanced at her ankles that were rubbed red by her high heels and said, "Well, I'm done drinking."

Song Wanyue got up from the ground angrily, pushed him away and was about to walk out.

Duan Baiting's legs were longer than hers, so he caught up in two steps.

He grabbed her wrist and, with a little force, pulled her back.

"I didn't ask anyone to accompany me."

These four casual words seemed like he was explaining to her.

He bent down and ordered her softly, "Lift your feet."

After hearing his words, Song Wanyue's expression looked a little better.

Although she is delicate, she is also easy to coax.

Although he was not clear about Duan Baiting's intention, he still obediently lifted one of his feet.

She had poor balance and was afraid that she would fall, so Duan Baiting put one arm around her waist and used his free hand to help her take off her shoes.

Looking at the length of the heels, I wonder how she could walk such a long distance in these shoes.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "It does."

He went to take off her other leg: "You know it hurts, but why do you wear it?"

She blinked, her expression sincere and somewhat cute: "Because it looks good, and it makes my legs look longer."

She added, "Although my legs are very long."

Song Wanyue has always been concerned about her height. Her childhood dream was to grow to 1.7 meters.

But who would have thought that after it reached 1.62 meters, it would stop moving.

Although she has a well-proportioned body and long, slender and straight legs, her height is always a pain for her.

She took off both shoes and frowned, complaining about the dirt on the floor.

Stepping on his leather shoes: "My stockings are very expensive."

Although his leather shoes are obviously more expensive.

The man in power, who was usually so high and mighty that he seemed inhuman, actually allowed someone to step on his shoes barefoot.

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Spoiled."

Song Wanyue leaned on his shoulder, and said confidently: "My mother said that girls have to be a little spoiled."

She was brought up in a pampered manner and had never suffered any hardship.

So I can't stand any injustice.

Fortunately, the corridor was quiet, with few people passing by and the lights were dim.

Duan Baiting carried her into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement floor.

Song Wanyue put her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and watched the floor slide down.

The stockings she loved so much had been torn at some point, revealing a crack.

The white leg flesh is faintly visible.

Duan Baiting focused his gaze on it: "I didn't finish my sentence just now. What would you do if I drank with another woman?"

His tone was indifferent, as if it was just a casual question and it didn't matter whether she answered or not.

Song Wanyue got off his shoulder, faced him, and looked into his eyes.

She was very good at showing weakness in front of him, and she lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly: "I will cry."

The distance was so close, her eyes were bright and clear, and Duan Baiting could even see himself reflected in her eyes.

After a moment, the elevator door opened.

He also looked away and carried her out of the elevator.

He smiled coldly: "You can talk and laugh with other men, but I can't drink with others?"

Song Wanyue understood what he meant.

"It was that guy who kept talking to me about this and that, and I replied out of politeness." She put her arms around his neck and rubbed his face, her voice coquettish, "He's not even one-tenth as good-looking as you, so I wouldn't have any bad thoughts about him."

These words seemed to satisfy him, and Duan Baiting's expression eased a little.

But he still wouldn't give in: "If you can catch up to one ten-thousandth of what I do, you will have evil thoughts?"

Talking to him is like playing psychological warfare, and you will be caught in the middle of the conversation if you are not careful.

Song Wanyue knew that she couldn't beat him.

Just pretend to be sick.

She leaned on his shoulder and groaned, feeling dizzy and having stomachache.

Duan Baiting felt that she was more like a dog than a cat.

There is no cat in the world who is as good at acting coquettish as her.

After carrying her into the car, Song Wanyue noticed that there was a tear in her stockings.

She said with concern that it was the first time she wore it.

The nights in Bojiang City were very cold, and she was wearing very little today.

Duan Baiting asked the driver to turn up the car temperature and start heating the seats.

Song Wanyue took off her stockings from top to bottom, and the red marks left by the high heels were still on her once fair and delicate feet.

I won't wear such high heels next time.

When the car passed a fork in the road, it stopped and waited for the red light.

Duan Baiting glanced at her ankles.

The redness just now has turned into redness and swelling.

Sometimes he wondered whether this was due to the difference in physique between men and women, or whether Song Wanyue was simply more delicate than ordinary people.

Even a small bump can leave a lasting mark on her body.

He naturally held her feet, placed them on his legs, pressed his fingertips against the red and swollen areas, and rubbed them slowly to reduce the swelling: "What did you talk about with that person just now?"

His actions startled Song Wanyue.

She was not at all grateful to him, such a high and mighty man, for actually taking the initiative to massage her feet.

Instead, he put his other leg on it with great enjoyment.

"Nothing to talk about."

The red light at the intersection was very short, only fifteen seconds.

After Song Wan finished speaking, the red light turned green and the driver restarted the car.

This Aston Martin is like a terrifying bird of prey in the jungle, and all vehicles on the road stay away from it.

I'm afraid there will be a small collision.

The headlight alone is enough to buy their entire car.

In response to her perfunctory answer, Duan Baiting just said "hmm" lightly and didn't ask any more questions.

His massage technique was not professional and it was obvious that he did not do it often.

But I was extra careful with the force, so I didn't hurt her, and she felt quite comfortable instead.

After massaging the left foot, when I moved to the right foot, the stockings on that leg had not been taken off yet.

Duan Baiting glanced at her.

Song Wanyue was very sleepy. She yawned and was too lazy to do it herself.

"Help me take it off."

He didn't move, his eyes darkened.

Seeing that she still didn't move, he patted her leg gently with the back of his hand.

The implication is obvious: either take it off yourself or put it down.

Song Wanyue sat up and hugged him: "Then don't press it. It doesn't hurt much anyway. It will just be swollen for a few days at most."

She didn't seem to care at all, not caring about his cold behavior or the injury on her ankle.

The lively and beautiful face approached him, its clear eyes full of smiles.

The long hair that was tied up was a little messy, with a strand hanging down.

I can clearly see the affected disguise in her eyes, and I can also see through her poor acting skills.

Duan Baiting sighed silently and pushed the hanging hair behind her ear.

His hand lifted the hem of her skirt and reached the slightly thick edge of her stockings.

Insert your fingertips and peel it away from the skin it is clinging to.

His body temperature was slightly cold, and Song Wanyue hummed uncontrollably.

She leaned on his shoulder coquettishly and said, "Take it off gently. Stockings get torn easily. Don't get this one snagged."

Duan Baiting's eyes dimmed and his throat felt dry for no reason.

Place the iron with your palm and push it down little by little.

Until the stockings fell off the instep and bounced back slightly.

He folded the taken-off stockings and put them aside, then massaged her red and swollen left foot.

Song Wanyue is the kind of person who can take it or leave it. She is tough, but not that tough.

She will bow her head when she should, and she will be softer than anyone else when she should be soft.

She can squeeze through any crack.

So she and Duan Baiting are complementary in a sense.

He is gloomy and indifferent, does not show his emotions, and has a clear sense of boundaries to the point of being almost cold-blooded.

When you are useful and can create benefits for him, he will still show some friendliness towards you.

The rest of the time, everyone is treated with indifference.

Only in front of Song Wanyue.

He seemed to have no way to deal with her. She was as soft as a pool of water. If there was even the slightest crack or flaw, she would drift downstream.

It takes less than half an hour to drive back to the hotel from here.

But Song Wanyue still fell asleep.

She slept very deeply and woke up in Duan Baiting's arms.

Heavy curtains obscured the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving only the lamp in the distance emitting a warm yellow hue.

Visibility is very low.

It's hard to tell what time it is.

Song Wanyue's head rested in Duan Baiting's arms, and one of his arms was around her waist.

She could even hear the other person's steady breathing.

She wanted to get out of his arms, but just as she stood up, she was pulled back by that arm.

"Sleep a little longer."

His voice was slightly hoarse after he had just woken up. He turned sideways and took the person back into his arms.

Song Wanyue wanted to say that she had slept enough and was a little hungry, so she wanted to go out for something to eat.

But then I thought, I will have to work under him in the future, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to be a little more obedient to him.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes again.

Resting on the broad and warm embrace and smelling the light sandalwood scent, I soon fell asleep again.

When she opened her eyes the second time, there was no one beside her.

Even the bed was cold.

She kicked off the quilt in dissatisfaction. She wanted to get up but he stopped her. In the end, he woke up and left quietly!

She took her anger out on Duan Baiting's pants, threw them on the ground and stepped on them again and again with her bare feet.

Imagine these pants as Duan Baiting, who is stepping on them while muttering, "I'm going to step on you to death, I'm going to step on you to death."

Halfway through, he realizes something is wrong.

She looked back and saw that the door had been opened without her noticing. Duan Baiting, dressed casually, was standing with his arms folded, leaning against the door frame.

At this moment, he was looking at her with his clear and calm eyes.

Expressionless.

Not only was he caught saying bad things about others, but he was also caught cursing them.

Song Wanyue touched her nose awkwardly and moved away from the pair of pants she had stepped on.

"I..."

She changed the subject, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

He stood up and left the room.

He threw down an unkind remark: "Then continue to starve."

Song Wanyue knew she was in the wrong, so she ran out barefoot to admit her mistake.

"I apologize to you. I'm sorry. I'm just angry at you because you woke up by yourself without calling me."

She stood beside him, pinching his sleeve and shaking it.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and light grey drawstring sweatpants today, giving off a relaxed and lazy vibe.

There is a huge contrast with the seriousness of ordinary days.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he reached over Song Wanyue who was blocking his way with his other hand, opened the cupboard, and took out a box of coffee beans.

He looked down at the food label attached to it.

He turned a blind eye to Song Wanyue's existence.

Song Wanyue tried hard to make her presence felt and stood on tiptoe to block the box of coffee beans in his hand.

In the field of vision, the video label turned into Song Wanyue's pretty little face.

He was probably annoyed, so he poked her forehead with his hand and gently pushed her away: "Stop it."

Although it was a scolding, his tone was not harsh.

There was a hint of helpless doting in the low tone.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and looked aggrieved: "Are you still angry with me?"

He turned the bottle and read the label on it.

If it didn't suit his taste, he would just put it on the table and not touch it again.

He has always been like this. If something doesn't suit his taste, he won't even take a second look at it, no matter how good or precious it is.

The same is true for people.

But when faced with this exquisite and beautiful vase, my non-existent patience and tolerance were briefly aroused.

His eyes are always dull, so dull that you can't see anything in them, including emotions.

"Aren't you angry with me?"

The sarcastic tone that came towards her made Song Wanyue feel that the temperature in the whole room had dropped.

"I've already apologized to you." She hooked her fingers with his ingratiatingly, testing him carefully at first, and after making sure that he had no objection, she slowly wrapped her whole hand around his.

Palms were placed one on top of the other, slender fingers squeezed into the gaps between the fingers, and clenched together in an intertwined manner.

I just woke up and my hair on my forehead is messy because I didn't have time to take care of it.

His face, which had been pale due to acclimatization a few days ago, now regained its rosy color.

He was still wearing his clothes, with his kneecaps and below exposed.

White and tender, with a sexy feel.

She just looks slim, but her advantage is that she has a small frame but a lot of flesh on her body.

The feel is hard to forget once you touch it.

He clasped his palms together slightly, as if the feeling from a few days ago was still there.

His eyes dimmed and his breathing became heavier.

Song Wanyue mistakenly interpreted his silence as being still angry.

"I've been having trouble adapting to the climate these past two days and I'm feeling very uncomfortable, yet you still treat me like this."

There was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes, which were now drooping slightly.

The voice sounded extremely aggrieved.

Duan Baiting is often called cold-blooded by the outside world, and he is indeed not very good at dealing with emotional matters.

Because it was too unfamiliar to him.

He is different from Song Wanyue. The environment he lives in is like the food chain in the animal world.

The survival of the fittest is the highest principle.

Delicate items that need to be handled with care can easily lead to tears and injuries.

What should he do?

Should I build an exquisite palace to enshrine her, or place her in the most conspicuous place and wipe her carefully every day?

"I just ordered some food." His solution was to end the previous topic.

Seeing that her complexion looked slightly better than yesterday, he asked her, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Wanyue shook her head and said nothing.

He just walked to the dining table in silence, pulled out a chair and sat down.

There was a clean, empty cup on the table, and she reached out to take it, thinking about getting up and pouring a glass of water.

But after taking two steps he stopped again.

There was no movement in front, so Duan Baiting looked up.

She just stood there, a thin and small figure, with her hair casually combed into a fluffy bun and a full back of her head.

Perhaps because the living room was too big, the men's shirt she was wearing made her look even smaller.

He seemed all alone and lonely.

How could there be such a pampered person in the world, so pampered that he can't stand the slightest bit of grievance?

How did she get so big?

Are the people around her doting on her and granting her every request?

He was vaguely thinking of a little girl who told him many years ago: "My grandma said that love and warmth will be wasted if they are not used. So we should not be stingy and give love and warmth to those in need."

She was a little girl who grew up in love.

That's why he is so naive to the point of being terrifying.

How can love and warmth be wasted? They will turn into evil and hatred and remain in everyone's heart forever.

The world is not black or white, but the chaotic gray is good at devouring everyone's remaining conscience.

These things are common sense.

Innocence is not a good word, it means you will be deceived and harmed.

But for some reason, Duan Baiting hoped that she could stay so simple forever.

He walked up to her and was able to see her face clearly at this moment.

Tears fell down in big drops, and those eyes that were always clear were filled with moisture.

Like a misty day in early spring.

Duan Baiting's cold expression finally showed a crack. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on her red and swollen eyes.

Then he bent down and said in a caring tone like an elder: "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

She shook her head, but cried even harder.

The inexplicable irritation in my heart was not because of her tears.

But I am helpless at this moment.

A man who can do everything outside can't handle a girl's tears.

He tried to calm her down and softened his voice: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Stomachache or dizziness?"

Song Wanyue cried until she was out of breath and her voice was choked with sobs: "No... I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

He asked patiently: "Then what happened?"

Song Wanyue sniffed and reached out to hit him, but her strength was weak.

She accused him of his crimes: "You've never been good to me. I married you and became your wife, but you've never been good to me. My mother said that people who are unhappy in their marriages will eventually become ugly. I don't want to become ugly..."

Her heart felt like it was tied with a thousand-pound stone and was being pulled into the bottomless abyss.

The pain of falling made him breathless.

It seems that I have gone too far.

She was spoiled at home and has a low tolerance for stress, so she is the one who should be cared for with the most care.

Duan Baiting promised her: "There won't be a next time, and I won't make you ugly."

Song Wanyue didn't believe it: "You must be thinking that I'm too delicate."

He was rarely so patient and even responded to her unreasonable words.

"I'm just being delicate."

She seemed to be stunned by his thoughtfulness and gentleness.

This beautiful and vivid face, even when crying like this, still has a sense of exquisite brokenness.

It makes people feel pity.

Her features are small, but her eyes are big.

She has an oval face, cheeks full of collagen, and a nose that is red from crying.

Just look up at you, with a face full of grievance, waiting for you to coax him.

Duan Baiting's heart suddenly collapsed as if it had lost weight, and he felt as if he was walking on a tightrope high in the air.

He reached out his hand and pinched the soft flesh on her cheek with a gentle force, and his voice was equally soft: "Don't step on clothes later, step directly on me."

He wiped away her tears, "Keep stepping on our Wanwan until she is happy."

This was the first time he called her Wanwan.

The voice is clear and deep, and the pronunciation is very distinct.

But for some reason, her heart still trembled slightly.

She wasn't crying anymore, just sobbing softly.

She actually listened to what he just said: "What if it gets damaged?"

She just stepped on the pants, and some... important parts.

He said indifferently: "I'm glad you can calm down."

Song Wanyue immediately shook her head: "No, that...that's where I'm using it. If it breaks, I'll be the one to suffer."

These straightforward words made him laugh.

She had thought it through very carefully.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Wanyue rejected her previous words: "But if that's the case, then I've been wronged in vain."

Duan Baiting smiled: "Aren't you afraid of stepping on it and damaging it?"

She said: "I'll step on it gently."