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She really didn't know Duan Baiting's English name.

It could even be said that she didn't know most of the things about him.

His family, his parents, and his social circle.

I was so shocked by his English name that I didn't speak for a long time.

The man opposite was obviously interested: "Kian is not interested in women, why did his taste change? How long have you been with him?"

Song Wanyue didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by 'how long have you been with him'?"

Her voice was quite sweet, and she was probably a sweet girl too.

Xi Yang just came back from the UK a few days ago, and has only recently completed all the necessary procedures.

"What else could it be?" He smiled meaningfully, "No matter how much he gives you, if you don't follow me, I will give you double."

Duan Baiting is a very picky person. If he can catch his eye, it must be a good thing.

Xi Yang completely believed in his taste in women.

Perhaps because he grew up abroad, his pronunciation is clear and a little deliberate.

Instead, it gives people a tense feeling.

The more Song Wanyue listened to him, the more confused she became: "Give me double?"

"What, you think it's too little?" Xi Yang smiled with his lips curled, and tapped the cigar between his fingers on the ashtray, "You can name your own price."

Song Wanyue was still in a daze when the phone in her hand was snatched away.

She raised her head and found that Duan Baiting had come back at some point.

Wearing the suit, he regained his former abstinence and coolness. It was as if the person who was being affectionate with her in bed yesterday was not him.

He opened the door and walked out with a calm tone: "Back home?"

The other party said something, he stopped and looked back.

Song Wanyue stood there, looking a little dazed.

He still had that unfathomable expression: "Let's end this topic here."

Song Wanyue heard a hint of anger in his low tone.

She suddenly became curious about what the other person had said that made him unable to control his emotions.

He probably realized he had left his phone at home, so he went back to get it.

He walked out of the corridor, came to the elevator, and just pressed the door open button.

Song Wanyue ran over hurriedly and stood in front of him.

She panted: "I have something to ask you."

The elevator door opened and she staggered back, almost falling in.

Duan Baiting picked her up again. After she managed to stand steady, she was so frightened that her heart started beating wildly.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly: "Watch the road."

Her parents had never scolded her like this.

Song Wanyue muttered softly in her heart.

Her dissatisfaction with him was also reflected on her face. This is the disadvantage of not being able to hide one's feelings.

Duan Baiting reached out and tapped her forehead: "Are you scolding me in your heart again?"

Song Wanyue covered her forehead and took a step back.

She remembered that the person on the phone just now called Duan Baiting Kian.

There are many people with the same name, but they have all studied in the UK and are exactly three years older than her.

The probability of meeting these points is very small.

Shizuka has said more than once that perhaps Duan Baiting is Kian.

But such speculation was always interrupted by Song Wanyue.

Because she felt that Duan Baiting's coldness and arrogance were completely different from Kian's.

But...

recently she began to expect that this conjecture was true.

If Duan Baiting is really him.

Then...

Song Wanyue pursed her lips again and again, that uneasy emotion was hanging high in the air, as if it was held in her chest in one breath.

"I have something to ask you."

The elevator door opened and closed, and finally stopped on this floor.

Because it was a direct route, there was no need to move further.

Duan Baiting raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Ten minutes."

She was puzzled: "What ten minutes?"

"I'll give you ten minutes." He put his hands down and put one hand in his trouser pocket, "Ask."

Song Wanyue met his indifferent gaze, and her eagerness to pursue the truth seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

How is it possible? If he was really him, why would he look at me like that?

The little girl in front of him became visibly lost.

Her drooped shoulders and sunken eyes all spoke volumes of her mood at the moment.

Duan Baiting started to have a headache again.

He asked himself that no matter how difficult the situation was, he would be able to turn it around if it fell into his hands.

But it happened, only in front of her.

There was nothing he could do.

While he was considering whether to change the ten minutes to half an hour.

Song Wanyue took a cautious step forward.

She called his name in a soft voice: "Duan Baiting."

Her voice sounded a little nasal, probably because she caught a cold because of what happened last night.

Duan Baiting's throat felt dry: "Hmm."

She didn't dare to ask directly, but instead told them some small details that only they knew.

"Where did you live when you were studying in the UK?"

Duan Baiting did not answer her: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Song Wanyue desperately wanted an answer: "Was it Kensington in London?"

His expression froze for a moment, and his eyes became long.

When Song Wanyue felt the atmosphere was stalemate.

His tone was light and casual: "I have many houses in London, which one are you referring to?"

Song Wanyue curled up her fingers folded in her sleeves. She was not giving up and continued to ask him: "Then can you sing "Somewhere in Ann Arbor"? "

Kian had sung it to her before, and more than once.

He raised his left hand again and pointed the watch at her: "I have a social event at half past ten. Did you stop me just to ask such a boring question?"

Song Wanyue looked at the time on the dial. It was already ten o'clock.

Her hopes were dashed, and she looked weak and listless. She

took a step back and said, "Sorry to have wasted your time."

Duan Baiting frowned slightly, and when she wanted to say something else, she had already left with her head down.

Before leaving, he was even considerate enough to open the elevator door for him.

Duan Baiting did not go in immediately, but watched her back as she walked away.

His eyes were dark. He closed his eyelashes lightly, and when he opened them again, the complex emotions in his eyes had disappeared.

While driving to the hotel, I received a call from abroad.

Lucky is sick, and this time it's more serious than the previous times.

It is eight years old, which is equivalent to fifty years old in human terms.

Originally, I planned to bring it back with me when I returned to China this time, but it was too delicate and could not be moved to another place easily.

He was silent for a long time and made a decision: "I'll go back in a few days."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the scenery passing by the car window.

The weather in Baijiang City is always gloomy and unpredictable.

Just like his emotions.

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Song Wanyue returned to her room. She didn't get the answer she wanted and she felt listless.

The acclimatization that had finally improved was affected by the emotions and showed signs of recovery.

She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

What on earth was he expecting? How could Duan Baiting be him?

He is always gentle and patient with himself.

But Duan Baiting is different.

Song Wanyue's eyes became hot and she turned over and lay on the bed.

Duan Baiting is a bastard.

She scolded him harshly.

In the afternoon, Xiao He asked her to come over for dinner and had already ordered the food.

Song Wanyue walked over sickly, took a look at the dishes and started to pick on the taste.

It was too spicy, the food was not fresh, the meat was overcooked and hard to chew.

Brother Su said in a serious tone: "Eat it if you want."

He would not tolerate her bad habits at all.

Song Wanyue actually didn't want to eat, and she didn't have much appetite.

But after being scolded by Su Ge, he had to eat it again.

He picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks and chewed it dozens of times in his mouth as if it was chewing wax.

Xiao He asked her, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Wanyue ate mechanically and shook her head, "Much better, just a little weak. I've been like this since I was a child, it's no big deal."

Perhaps because he always had to work overtime, Su Ge ate very quickly, finishing half a bowl of rice in three mouthfuls.

"After you become a regular employee, you will have more opportunities to travel. Can you handle it with your body?"

Song Wanyue poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks: "I've been drinking Chinese medicine for conditioning recently."

She thought for a moment and asked Brother Su tentatively: "You have been in the company for so long, do you know much about Mr. Duan?"

After hearing her question, Brother Su stopped his actions with some vigilance: "People still have to be down-to-earth, don't think about taking some crooked paths. What's more, Mr. Duan is already married."

Knowing that he misunderstood, Song Wanyue explained that she just wanted to ask if Mr. Duan had ever kept a cat.

Brother Su was stumped by the question.

Does Mr. Duan have a cat?

How did this question come about? It seems that a person like Mr. Duan does not have the love and patience.

Song Wanyue was completely disappointed.

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After finishing work, the day before returning to North City, other companies set up a venue.

It is mainly for colleagues in the department to get together.

It seems that the financing cooperation discussion went well this time.

Song Wanyue originally wanted to say that she would not go, but Xiao He kept persuading her.

In addition, she was already in a bad mood, so she finally agreed.

The gathering between these ordinary employees was held in a nearby chain of mass-market KTVs.

After working for a few days, we became quite familiar with each other.

Xiao He is even more integrated into it.

Running around the venue with a microphone.

The box is not big, and the colorful lights make your eyes hurt.

The screen is not even as big as the TV in Duan Baiting's living room.

Because we ordered a set meal, there were some fruit plates and snacks on the table, and there was also a lot of wine.

There were people playing dice next to me, and the punishment was a tap on the forehead.

Very ambiguous.

Song Wanyue looked at the boy's aggressive eyes and the girl's shy expression.

This is not a company dinner, it's clearly a social gathering.

Countless people came over to chat with her, and the one who stayed with her in the end was the boy named Jiang Su.

He asked Song Wanyue if she still remembered him: "We met at the drinking party the day before yesterday."

Song Wanyue remembered, the one who talked a lot.

She nodded and greeted him perfunctorily: "Hello."

She held the cup and took another sip of juice when her cell phone rang.

In order to prevent others from discovering the clues, Song Wanyue changed the note for Duan Baiting to a simple letter D.

At this moment D called her, but she was upset and didn't want to answer the call, so she just hung up.

As expected, the other party did not make the second call.

It fits his personality.

Song Wanyue couldn't explain why she was angry with him. She felt that he was a scumbag who would cheat on her and then abandon her.

Even if he is not Kian, his attitude towards himself.

He was hugging her tenderly last night, but he returned to his cold state the next day.

He seems like the kind of scumbag who doesn't recognize people when he pulls up his pants.

Not long after, a text message came in on the phone, this time it was from Duan Baiting.

——There's no one in the hotel room. Where have you been so late?

whispering sound.

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes at the phone screen.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, Brother Su over there looked flattered and trotted out of the box to answer the phone. How

could Brother Su, who is usually serious and solemn, actually show such an expression?

While she was wondering, Brother Su had finished his phone call and entered the box again.

He took the wine glasses from Song Wanyue and Xiao He's hands: "Company employees are not allowed to drink alcohol while they are away."

Song Wanyue frowned slightly: "Where did this rule come from in the company?"

And her glass was filled with juice.

Brother Su uttered two words: "Mr. Duan just added us."

Song Wanyue: "..."

In the second half, even Xiao He became quiet because he couldn't drink.

The phone received another text message, and the sender was still Duan Baiting.

Simple and clear.

——Come out, I'm downstairs.

I don't know why, but after seeing this message, my originally irritable mood suddenly became clearer.

But Song Wanyue is used to it and doesn't know what's good for her.

When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy retreats, I advance.

As long as Duan Baiting gave in to her a little, she couldn't help but act up.

——No, I will go back with them later. It should be over in a few hours.

——Three minutes, if you don't come out I'll go in. Choose for yourself.

He gave her an ultimatum, leaving no room for argument.

Song Wanyue stood up angrily, and her rating of him in her heart returned to negative again.

He knew that he was afraid of his identity being exposed, so he didn't dare let him in.

Seeing her stand up angrily, Xiao He asked her where she was going.

She looked unhappy: "I'm going back to the hotel!"

Then she opened the padded door and went out.

The temperature outside is low, with southeast wind blowing in gusts.

There is a sense of autumnal desolation.

This place is right in the center of the city, surrounded by restaurants and internet cafes.

So there are many young people coming and going.

Duan Baiting, dressed in a suit, was particularly conspicuous among the group of students who looked a little immature in their dress and appearance.

He stood beside the Roman column and lit a cigarette. His already cold eyes were soaked in the night and became even colder.

There were always people who would secretly look back at him when they passed by him.

Trying to keep your eyes on him a little longer.

Many people also had the courage to ask for his contact information.

He lowered his eyes nonchalantly, without any curve at the corners of his lips.

Shaked his head.

The other party lowered his head and left disappointed.

Witnessing this scene, Song Wanyue cursed him in her heart for being so rude to even reject someone.

But if he really treated the person who came to chat with her politely, she would probably be sad enough to cry.

Duan Baiting finally noticed her and put out the cigarette in his hand.

Walk towards her.

I don't know what was going on in her mind, but Song Wanyue pretended to be drunk.

He hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol, but he looked like he was staggering when he walked.

The moment Duan Baiting came over, she found the right moment and fell into his arms.

He didn't push her away, his muscular and powerful arms wrapped around her slender waist.

"Are you drunk?"

he asked calmly.

Song Wanyue nodded and said weakly, "It seems so."

"Yeah." Duan Baiting put one arm around her waist and pinched her cheeks with the other hand, "There's a hospital nearby, I'll take you there for a check-up."

Her cheeks were pouting and her mouth was like a little goldfish.

She looked at him blankly: "What are you checking?"

Duan Baiting's eyes stayed on her lips, and he said lightly: "Check it out, you seem to be a little drunk on oxygen."