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Song Wanyue felt that this was not a good thing and wanted to leave.

Shizuka told her: "Men are all playthings. Are you going to give up so many playthings for just one toy? Besides, you and Duan Baiting are in a business marriage, and you are supposed to play with your own things."

This is an iron rule in the circle that is not stated explicitly, but everyone knows it.

Song Wanyue didn't quite agree with her statement: "Even if there is no love, the relationship between husband and wife is still there. This kind of behavior is considered extramarital affair."

In this regard, Shizuka shook her head and sighed: "It's all because of the conservative education in your family that has harmed you. Why can men live a life of debauchery outside, but women have to follow the three obediences and four virtues?"

She became more and more excited as she spoke. Without giving Song Wanyue a chance to refute,

she pointed to the bodybuilding champion sitting next to her and ordered: "Take good care of my sisters."

In Song Wanyue's eyes, the bullfrog was big in size, but obviously introverted in character.

I guess he is a newcomer. Every time he saw Song Wanyue, he would look away embarrassedly.

The cheeks flushed.

Song Wanyue even felt that the exposed muscles on his upper body were turning red with embarrassment.

After listening to Shizuka's words, he took several deep breaths, and finally took off his coat and stood up.

He actually started doing fitness competition poses in front of Song Wanyue.

When exerting force, the muscle lines are tense and the contours look more prominent.

Song Wanyue was stunned.

Shizuka whistled at him frivolously, leaned over and asked Song Wanyue softly: "How is it?"

How is it? Not very good.

Without clothes, it looks more like a bullfrog.

Before Song Wanyue could finish her remarks, the soundproof door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

The noise in the corridor and the DJ music from the hall speakers came in like a wave.

Shizuka was confused at first because she didn't call a waiter.

When I looked up, I was stunned again.

The man was wearing a black sweater and holding a coat in his hand, standing at the door against the light.

Even if it is just a dark outline, the tall and straight figure is particularly eye-catching.

A pair of long eyes were stern and cold, looking coldly inside.

In fact, Shizuka had only met Duan Baiting once, and that was at Song Wanyue's wedding.

But that one glance was enough to make her unforgettable about this cold, noble and elegant man.

"Wan...Wan." She reached out and grasped the sleeve of the woman next to her, her words stuttering.

Song Wanyue's vision was completely blocked by the muscular man, and she had not yet noticed the danger.

She looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Shizuka swallowed hard, not knowing how to tell her the bad news, but she had thought of a way in advance: "Just tell her later that I forced you to come. No matter what he asks, just put it all on me."

Song Wanyue didn't understand what she was saying, and looked confused: "Him? Who?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sofa beside her was slightly dented because of the extra weight.

Shizuka had lowered her head and was drinking water tactically.

Song Wanyue, who was still confused, turned her head and looked over without any preparation.

Just met those cold and dark eyes.

Duan Baiting's appearance made everyone in the box a little at a loss.

Including the male model who was showing his muscles to Song Wanyue.

At this moment, I was still standing there, not knowing whether to continue.

Duan Baiting sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was probably out to meet some friends, so he was dressed casually.

It gives people a lazy and relaxed feeling.

He was relaxed, but the people around him were tense because of his presence.

Shizuka mustered up the courage to explain to him: "Well...actually, I asked Wanwan to come today. She didn't want to come, but I forced her to come."

"Really?"

His eyes were still on Song Wanyue.

It was as if he didn't want to pay attention to her at all and answered perfunctorily.

Shizuka was almost scared to tears. She looked at Song Wanyue apologetically, saying that she could do nothing to help.

She was so scared.

Song Wanyue didn't know how Duan Baiting found this place.

This kind of scene of catching an adulterer was the first time in her life.

"You...why are you here?" She spoke unfluently, "It's just right, I was just about to leave."

She took Duan Baiting's arm and was about to stand up.

Duan Baiting remained unmoved and gently pulled away her hand that was around his arm.

His eyes were fixed on the vivid scene in front of him. He raised his chin slightly and said two words in a neither light nor heavy tone: "Continue."

There was no sign of displeasure on his face. It seemed as if he just wanted to finish watching the show.

The feeling of oppression was too strong, so the muscular man had no choice but to continue.

Duan Baiting calmly lit a cigarette: "Do you like this?"

Song Wanyue shook her head: "No, let's go."

Duan Baiting pressed her shoulder and asked her to sit down again. His tone was light: "Why leave? Watch for a while."

He hooked the ashtray with his fingers, dragged it to his side, and flicked the ashes.

Song Wanyue didn't believe that he would be so generous as to allow her to watch other men shirtless here.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

"This is my first time coming to a place like this. It's so boring. I'm sleepy. Duan Baiting

, can we go back?" Acting coquettishly was useless, so she started to act pitiful.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Really?"

He called the waiter and asked for a cup of cachaca: "Since it's your first time here, you should look at it for a while longer. You can't come here in vain."

Seeing Song Wanyue's eyes begin to wander, he smiled: "Are you tired of this?"

Song Wanyue was stunned: "No, I..."

He nodded, holding a cigarette, took out a black card from his wallet and threw it on the table.

Very considerate: "Then change the next one."

Shizuka was so scared that she didn't dare to say a word, and even her breathing almost stopped.

She prayed silently for her friend in her heart, hoping that she could spend the night safely.

I used to think those rumors were just lies, but now it seems that Duan Baiting is indeed cold-blooded, cruel and brutal.

No one knows what kind of hellish life Song Wanyue, this delicate girl, is leading by his side.

If I had known that her married life would be so difficult, I would not have brought her out to have fun.

It's all her fault.

When Xi Yang came over, the club's security was clearing out the people.

I heard that someone has booked the entire place.

A few idle waiters were standing nearby chatting: "Your husband is so handsome, much more handsome than the international supermodels walking on the catwalk. But he actually came to the club to look for a male model. What was he thinking?"

The man next to him laughed while cracking melon seeds: "What else can he think? He's looking for excitement. How can a domestic flower be as fragrant as a wild one. And looking at that guy, he's probably a cold and noble guy, and he definitely doesn't have any interest in that aspect."

After hearing this, Xi Yang first questioned in his heart, was it really Duan Baiting who did this?

Then he was happy again.

This person has always been indifferent to everything since he was a child.

All that's left is a huge ambition, and all I have to do is work.

I originally thought that marriage was just a stepping stone for his career.

I didn't expect this person to have such a strong desire for control and possessiveness.

When he learned that the place was a male model club, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

Xi Yang found the box and went in. The male models inside had already been replaced for the third time.

The woman on the sofa looked just like what he imagined she would look like, wearing a white satin halter dress, with slender white arms and soft black hair falling on her shoulders.

The oval face has smooth lines and a small, round nose.

Her fan-shaped peach blossom eyes make her look more lively and charming.

Sitting next to Duan Baiting, who has an intimidating aura, they surprisingly get along well.

One hard, the other soft; one still, the other moving.

The little girl looked at the performance of the male models with a look of despair on her face, and Duan Baiting, who was sitting next to her, had smoked so many cigarettes.

The air purifier and ventilation were turned on in the box.

The smell of smoke would not reach them.

Duan Baiting leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and placed one arm naturally on the backrest behind Song Wanyue.

His face showed his usual calm expression.

I watched with disinterest those male models with exquisite makeup and hairdos posing in front of me.

The male models were probably intimidated by this invisible aura and oppression, and they all felt a little uncomfortable.

But the customer is God, and this God is so generous that he directly booked the entire club.

With the black card he placed on the table, it would be easy for him to buy the club.

After finishing looking at this batch, Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly, indicating to move on to the next batch.

Song Wanyue pinched his sleeve pitifully: "Duan Baiting, I'm really sleepy."

He was unmoved, and put out his cigarette butt on the ashtray: "It's a rare opportunity for you to come here, so I'll take a closer look."

Song Wanyue didn't dare to say anything more.

It wasn't until the next batch came in that she looked at two and her stomach suddenly churned.

There was no time to go out, so he vomited in the box.

She doubled over and vomited until tears came out.

When those male models saw this scene, they would have vomited just by looking at their faces without even having a drink.

Duan Baiting took a tissue to wipe her mouth and poured her a cup of warm water for her to drink slowly.

Song Wanyue didn't take it. She just vomited and fell into his arms, crying and apologizing.

She sobbed and her petite body trembled slightly in his arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, rested her forehead on his chest, and her tears even soaked his sweater.

Those beautiful and lively peach blossom eyes will now be filled with tears.

There is a possibility of a complete dam bursting at any time.

"I know I was wrong. I will never come to a place like this again next time."

Although her tears were partly acting, she really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Almost all of the male models had perfume on them, but when there were too many scents mixed together, they would smell unpleasant.

She was vomited by the smell.

Duan Baiting wiped the dirt from her mouth, and when he saw the tears on her face, his expression relaxed.

He asked all those people to get out.

Song Wanyue's clothes were also stained with vomit, so Duan Baiting took her to the lounge in the box to change clothes.

Help her take off her dirty clothes and put on your sweater.

He still had a white T-shirt left.

Knowing that he would be soft-hearted when faced with her tears, Song Wanyue pretended to be aggrieved and sobbed.

She refused to leave his arms, her arms tightly around his slender waist.

She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. Her clear eyes were filled with tears and there was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes.

Preemptive accusation of grievances.

"Bad guy, you bully me."

Duan Baiting did not refute her words.

He is indeed a bad guy.

No matter how you define him, he's a bad guy.

"Go home?"

He held her hand and patiently and carefully wiped her fingers one by one with a tissue.

Song Wanyue was still crying, but she didn't forget to nod.

She couldn't wait to get away from there, for fear of seeing those little ducks again.

When she was taken away from here, Xi Yang was watching at the door, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes and a faint smile.

There was obvious ridicule towards him in the smile.

Duan Baiting turned a blind eye, pointed his hand inside, and said coldly: "My wife's friend, please send it off."

Xi Yang looked in the direction of his finger.

The girl was sitting on the sofa, her face was pale and she was obviously frightened.

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That night, Song Wanyue ignored the fact that Duan Baiting still had work to do and went to his study room with a pillow in her arms, insisting on having him accompany her before she would go to sleep.

A few days ago, Aunt Qin specially changed the bed sheets in the study to the pink color that Song Wanyue liked.

Even some of the dolls in her room were brought in.

Duan Baiting, who used to be unable to tolerate even the dolls on the bookshelf, now acquiesced to Aunt Qin turning his study into a princess room for little girls.

Song Wanyue refused to sleep on the bed and insisted on sitting on his lap and holding him while sleeping.

Duan Baiting doesn't like being disturbed when he is working, but she insists on disturbing him.

She held the pillow in her arms, with a pitiful look on her pretty face.

Even though she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, she still looked at him with a look of grievance and stood beside him motionless.

Duan Baiting glanced at the nightgown she was wearing.

Occasionally, the sound of work reports could be heard from the computer.

He stayed in China for too long and had no time to manage other things, which led to some problems in the branches in the EMEA region.

Today's impromptu meeting is also to deal with this matter.

Song Wanyue refused to sleep.

He didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything either, she just hugged her pillow tightly.

His head dropped, his chin resting on it.

No matter how you look at it, she was indeed at fault for what happened today.

If we offend Duan Baiting and implicate the Song family, then we will be finished.

She had to deal with this problem before it escalated.

The light in the study is off.

The screen directly in front shows the PPT projection synchronized from the other party.

In this faint fluorescent light, her grievances were half hidden and half revealed.

Duan Baiting put down the remote control in his hand: "Are you having a nightmare?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, her voice elongated and with a crying tone at the end: "I can't sleep."

This was the truth.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt like she was surrounded by men.

There were endless men, each with makeup on his face and carefully groomed hair.

My muscles felt like they were inflated, and it felt terrible.

She had to look at Duan Baiting more to refresh her eyes.

She stood there motionless, her intentions all too obvious. But she didn't say anything, just put on a pitiful look.

I want to cry but I have to hold it back.

Waiting for you to ask.

If she didn't nod, she would probably have to stand here all night.

On the computer, the voice of the man reporting his work continued.

The tone was so respectful, but one could vaguely discern the fear in it.

Duan Baiting has never been a person who cares about personal feelings. If things go wrong, he has to make up for it double.

If you can't make up for it, just get out.

He handed over full authority over the EMEA region to the other party, but the other party encountered problems repeatedly.

The man's voice was slightly tense, and he was highly focused when he spoke.

He was afraid of showing any sign of slackness in front of Duan Baiting.

The atmosphere in the study seemed to be affected by the man's current mood and became a little solemn.

He tapped the tabletop a few times with his bent fingers absentmindedly.

Duan Baiting finally sighed silently and moved his chair back.

Leave enough space.

This action was undoubtedly tacit approval.

Song Wanyue showed a triumphant smile on her face and sat on his lap excitedly.

The purpose has been achieved, so there is no need to continue installing.

She put her arms around his waist, her nightgown was thin.

He could even feel her round and plump buttocks being slightly deformed by the pressure on his legs.

"What time do you have to work until today?"

He must have turned off the microphone. The other party didn't notice anything wrong and was still reporting on his recent work.

Duan Baiting picked up the remote control and turned the projector back on: "Not sure."

Song Wanyue leaned on his shoulder and spoke softly. She put her fingers into his suit vest, hooked out his tie, and played with it in her palm.

Loosen the bow tie and then slowly tighten it.

He is dressed so neatly, he probably has to go out later.

She said with concern, "It's so hard."

Duan Baiting paused slightly, and clearly felt the strange touch when her body leaned against him.

She rubbed it deliberately as if she did it on purpose.

The fragrance on her body spreads faintly.

Duan Baiting did not refuse and enjoyed the tenderness of being embraced with peace of mind.

Song Wanyue had long discovered that he was very focused when working, with no other distractions.

While thinking, his fingers would occasionally stroke her waist.

She is a well-known clingy person. If his attention is not on her, she will cling to him until he pays attention to her.

The pair of slender white arms left his waist and climbed onto his neck: "Tingting, kiss me."

She tilted her lively and beautiful face, pouted her cherry lips, and asked for a kiss from him.

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, then pinched her chin with his palm and pushed her face away from him.

"Be quiet."

Song Wanyue didn't continue to argue with him. She picked up the book on the table and flipped through it.

I started yawning after reading no more than two pages.

The study was large and spacious, with calming incense burning.

Although it has little effect on Duan Baiting, it does serve to add to the atmosphere at the moment.

Smoke, as wisp-like as gauze, floated over from the table next to it.

There were also some half-practised characters placed on it, with the rice paper held down by a ruler.

When Song Wanyue came over, she took a look and found the writing powerful and strong.

It is said that a person's character can be seen from his handwriting. Duan Baiting himself is even more powerful and domineering than his handwriting.

She could never imagine that a man like this would have such a hobby to cultivate his sentiments.

What he looks like when he practices calligraphy.

Song Wanyue wasn't sure about his feelings and didn't know whether he had calmed down or not.

I can only try by acting coquettishly and making trouble.

Like a cat, a whimpering sound came from his throat.

Duan Baiting is a very difficult person to get along with. He doesn't respond to any soft or hard tactics. Therefore, the partners always have to be careful and cautious when dealing with him. They dare not relax at all.

I'm afraid that I might make a wrong step and offend someone.

But everything in the world has the principle of mutual growth and mutual restraint.

She was acting particularly abnormal today, and Duan Baiting couldn't just ignore her.

He paused the PPT with his finger and asked her, "What do you want to do?"

She opened her beautiful eyes and said, "I want you to kiss me."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while.

The few remaining bits of cleverness in Song Wanyue's eyes were all written all over her face, and she thought she had great acting skills.

He finally did what she wanted, holding the document in one hand and holding the back of her head with the other.

Song Wanyue was forced to look up.

The tie was still tangled around her hand, and the collar of her shirt was messed up.

The kiss was deeper than she had imagined, the hot and wet tip of his tongue robbing her mouth of oxygen.

His kiss was too overbearing and powerful, conquering her like conquering a city.

Song Wanyue couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed his tie tightly and tried to push him away.

At such a close distance, I could hear a low laugh coming from his throat.

After the person on the other end of the computer finished his report, Duan Baiting casually pointed out a few problems and turned off the microphone.

In the quiet study, there were breaths overlapping each other, and occasionally there was a slight sound of water.

In the voice, the man explained the doubtful points in a serious manner.

Duan Baiting was multitasking, deepening the kiss while also finding the time to open the offline file sent by the other party.

After glancing at the data above, he took a few screenshots and turned on the microphone at the same time.

His lips parted slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice with a slight gasp: "How did you get this data?"

He could easily switch from one identity to another without any transition or buffer.

He was playing the role of a husband with lust and sexiness just now, but now he has turned into the cold and serious Mr. Duan.

Song Wanyue felt dizzy from the kiss and wanted to leave his arms, but just as she stood up, she was pushed back again.

He continued the kiss, and his soft voice fell into her ear: "Didn't you say that you can only sleep in my arms?"

Song Wanyue finally realized today that he was shooting himself in the foot.

She begged for mercy weakly: "I'm too heavy, and I sleep in a bad posture, I'm afraid of disturbing you."

He easily picked her up with one hand, his tone indifferent: "It's okay, I'm strong enough."

Her original intention was to bow her head to him to show goodwill, but now she couldn't leave.

Song Wanyue was so sleepy that she just wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good sleep.

But Duan Baiting didn't let her do as she wished and continued to look at the PPT.

He picked up the coat next to him and put it on her: "Go to sleep."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Perhaps because she was extremely sleepy, she actually fell asleep in his arms.

I also had nightmares at night.

She dreamed that she turned into Tang Monk and went to the West with several disciples to obtain Buddhist scriptures, but accidentally entered the Pansi Cave on the way.

As a result, all the spiders on the wall turned into shirtless muscular men, showing off their muscles in front of her crazily.

When I woke up the next day, nothing unexpected happened. Duan Baiting was no longer at home.

In the living room, Aunt Qin was placing dishes and chopsticks, smiling meaningfully: "You fell asleep last night, and Bai Ting carried you out of the study, and you were still talking in your sleep."

It seems that this man still has a conscience, because he carried her to the bedroom after she fell asleep.

There was no need to keep her in the study to suffer any longer.

Today's breakfast was corn porridge. Song Wanyue was worried about being late for work, so she just ate a few bites.

"Talking in your sleep?"

Aunt Qin didn't hear it clearly: "It seems like you are talking about... bullfrog?"

Aunt Qin smiled and said, "It seems that you want to eat bullfrog. I will go to the market to buy some later and make dry pot for you in the afternoon."

When Song Wanyue mentioned bullfrog, she thought of the muscular male model.

I even lost my appetite.

She shook her head desperately: "No, no, just make something light. I'm trying to lose weight recently."

Afraid of hearing any words about bullfrog again, she went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of milk, changed her shoes and went out.

I had plenty of time today, but I had a car accident halfway.

The car in front of me rear-ended me and stopped there waiting for the traffic police to come and deal with it.

Song Wanyue was stuck behind and couldn't move forward.

She finally waited for the traffic police to come and was able to drive away.

When I arrived at the company, I just missed the clock-in time.

I missed my perfect attendance this month again.

As soon as I entered the tea room, I saw Xiao He smiling happily, with a tall girl standing next to him.

She's from the HR department next door, Ava.

Because we share a tea room, we always run into each other on weekdays.

There was some conflict between Song Wanyue and her.

Half a month ago, she wore an early spring dress from Xiao C and carried a checkered bag.

When I was checking in, I ran into Ava. We were both wearing the same skirt and carrying the same bag.

At that time, Ava looked her up and down. Although she didn't say anything, the next day, the rumor spread throughout the company that Song Wanyue had become a shrewd imitator.

She wears whatever Ava wears.

Song Wanyue was almost sent to the emergency room in anger.

She considers herself to be a pretty pretty lady, and she created a Xiaohongshu account when she was in high school, where she would post her daily life and selfies from time to time. Because of her figure, outfit and her impeccable face, she gained hundreds of thousands of fans in just half a year.

Now that I'm too lazy to take care of it after work, I still receive private messages urging me to update every day.

This person actually said that he learned from her?

But it takes only one mouth to spread a rumor, but it takes a lot of effort to refute it. No matter how Song Wanyue explained, no one believed her.

Just think she is quibbling.

Now they meet again in the tea room, and the brave one wins when two meet in a narrow road.

Ava snorted and walked out with the freshly brewed coffee.

As she passed by her, Song Wanyue snorted coldly at her.

There was a back and forth, but there was no tension or aggressive counterattack.

Xiao He didn't notice anything wrong between the two of them.

Song Wanyue poured a box of milk into the coffee and asked Xiao He what he was laughing at just now.

She thought there was some new gossip or joke, but it turned out that the joke was herself.

There is a saying circulating inside and outside the department now: If you follow Sister Song, you will go hungry nine times a day.

As for the source of these words, they came from Ava's mouth.

——Has she ever gotten perfect attendance in these few months since she came to the company?

......

Song Wanyue is good at acting coquettishly, but she is notoriously stupid when it comes to talking.

And even if she was angry, she couldn't find any words to refute, after all... it was true.

But nine out of ten times she was late was because of Duan Baiting! !

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During those days, Jingxiang didn't dare to come to see her, mainly because she was afraid of Duan Baiting.

In the past, just by hearing others talk about some things about him, I was already a little afraid of him.

This time, with such close contact, she felt his gloomy yet powerful aura, which was really...

She couldn't help but sympathize with her friend, wondering how it must be like staying next to such a cold block of ice every day and night.

She secretly called Song Wanyue several times to ask about her current situation.

"Duan Baiting didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Indeed, he didn't make things difficult for you.

It just so happened that he was busy with work during this period and flew to the Middle East the day before yesterday to handle official business.

I guess he'll be back in a few days.

The two of them couldn't even meet each other, so even if they wanted to make things difficult for each other, they didn't have the opportunity.

Shizuka blamed herself.

I thought I had kept this a secret and Duan Baiting wouldn't be able to know about it.

Unexpectedly, Song Wanyue used his card to pay, and he received a payment reminder on his mobile phone.

One step behind.

Fortunately, the marriage relationship between the Song and Duan families was not affected by this incident. If Duan Baiting was a little more petty and really took it to heart, the Song family would be the one who was in the wrong, and Song Wanyue's life would definitely not be easy in the future.

Although Duan Baiting needs the connections behind the Song family.

But the Duan family is powerful and is in the Beijing circle, which is his territory.

The emperor is far away and the sky is high. Song Wanyue, a spoiled young lady from Shanghai, can only swallow her anger when she really encounters trouble.

Shizuka kept apologizing to her: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken you to that kind of place."

Song Wanyue comforted her: "Nothing happened. You don't have to blame yourself too much."

The only impact was that Song Wanyue developed a strong psychological shadow towards Bullfrog.

In order to prevent her from continuing to worry about this matter, Song Wanyue changed the subject.

She asked Shizuka: "Has uncle's attitude become more relaxed now?"

Calculating the time, it had been some time since Shizuka ran away from home.

Even after his card was suspended, he never called home to apologize.

I think her family should understand her determination this time.

Although Song Wanyue took her in, Jingxiang didn't want to trouble her all the time, so she went to the luxury goods recycling center a few days ago and sold a Hermès bag.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars, if she uses it frugally, will be enough for her to get by for a while.

"Anyway, I will never compromise this time. Baldness is definitely hereditary. I will marry an old bald man and then give birth to a little bald man. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I will think I appeared in Shaolin Temple."

Song Wanyue nodded, unconditionally supporting her good friend.

The subject suddenly changed -

"But..." Jingxiang said hesitantly, "What's the current situation between you and Duan Baiting?"

Song Wanyue was confused by the question: "What situation?"

Jingxiang said: "I always thought that you didn't have much feelings for each other, just an ordinary plastic marriage couple. But that day I saw that he seemed to be really angry."

"Isn't it normal for him to be angry? If he goes to other girls, I will be angry too."

Song Wanyue said seriously.

Shizuka was silent for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong.

Would a married couple who have no feelings for each other get angry at each other because of something like this?

After a moment, Shizuka asked a startling question of the century: "You're not in love with Duan Baiting, are you?"

Song Wanyue didn't even think about it and immediately retorted: "How is that possible?"

That's right.

Shizuka came back to her senses and felt that the question she had just asked was a bit strange.

The day before the engagement, Song Wanyue came to see him, crying her heart out.

If the Song family had not fallen from power, and if they did not want to see their parents facing those people with ulterior motives, they would have to treat them politely.

Song Wanyue would never marry a stranger.

But she was very clear about her position. Since she married Duan Baiting, she would conscientiously fulfill her duties as a wife.

All she had to do was obey him and please him.

Try your best to maintain this precarious marriage relationship.

Song Wanyue has understood this principle since she was a child.

As the only little princess in the family, she was favored to the point that whatever she wanted, she would get it in the end.

The only thing she couldn't decide on her own was marriage.

Marry whomever you want and become his wife.

These are not determined by feelings or the other person's character. Determined by the exchange of interests between the two parties.

You can get as much as you can give.

What she needs to do is to balance this relationship.

At the very least, there shouldn't be any cracks, even if the love is just pretended.

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Duan Baiting has always been very busy with his work, and traveling abroad is commonplace for him.

It can be as short as ten days or as long as several months.

In the past, Song Wanyue felt that she would feel more comfortable without a cold person at home.

But this time, for some reason, she was in a very bad mood.

I have no motivation to do anything and feel confused all day long.

Even on weekends, people are not as busy shopping and checking in as on weekdays.

Staying at home, I feel like all my energy has been sucked away.

Aunt Qin was worried that she was ill, so she invited a private doctor to give her a general physical examination.

After the examination, the doctor said there was nothing wrong.

But it is a fact that I feel listless, and I have to find a reason.

So he attributed it to insufficient qi and blood: "You still have to continue taking the Chinese medicine and slowly adjust your body."

Duan Baiting called at eight o'clock in the evening, which was three o'clock in the afternoon in the Middle East time.

His voice was a little hoarse on the phone: "Are you sick?"

I hadn't seen him for several days, and his voice sounded a little strange to me.

"I'm not sick, I just feel a little listless." She was curious, "How did you know?"

He coughed uncontrollably twice, and his voice was even lower and hoarse than before: "Doctor Fang called me."

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Song Wanyue still heard it.

She asked him the question he had just asked: "Are you sick?"

"It's nothing, there's too much dust here, I might have a respiratory infection."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved the phone away and coughed uncontrollably several times.

Even though I'm coughing like this, it's not a big problem.

Song Wanyue became serious: "You should smoke less and drink less."

She rarely spoke in this tone.

It may be a habit she developed since childhood, she always speaks in a coquettish tone and acts like a spoiled child whenever she talks to everyone.

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, then he chuckled softly and replied in a calm voice: "Okay, I got it."

Song Wanyue actually had an illusion.

I feel that Duan Baiting now is surprisingly...obedient to her?

But these four words really couldn't be used to describe him, so Song Wanyue didn't think about it any further.

She glanced at the date at the bottom of the computer and asked him, "When will you be back?"

She heard the sound of tinfoil being torn from his end, probably because two pills were being taken out.

After swallowing the warm water that he used to take the pill, his voice was no longer as hoarse as before.

"Not sure, maybe the day after tomorrow."

Song Wanyue nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so."

"Why are you asking that?"

Even though she knew he couldn't see it through the phone, Song Wanyue still smiled sweetly: "I miss you. I haven't seen my Tingting for almost a week. I have been suffering from insomnia every day recently. In fact, Doctor Fang didn't find any problems with my body today. I think I may have lovesickness and miss you so much."

She spoke sweet words fluently, and her tone was so coherent that you could tell she didn't think about it.

Duan Baiting could naturally tell which of her words were true and which were false.

There is not a single word in that long paragraph that can be believed.

He opened the refrigerator and opened a can of beer with one hand. When he saw the dense white bubbles gently gushing out, he suddenly remembered Song Wanyue's instructions just now.

Smoke less and drink less.

He is not very obedient, but he is not rebellious.

At most, it's just the arrogance in his bones that makes him look down on everyone and everything.

Humans are also animals, at most they are more advanced animals.

If you want it to be obedient, you must first tame it.

But so far no one has the ability to tame Duan Baiting. So naturally, no one can make him obey willingly.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

He put the can of beer back anyway.

"Really?" After sitting down on the sofa, his light tone was questioning what she had just said.

Song Wanyue was eager to express her true feelings: "Of course it's true, I dreamed about you yesterday."

He asked in a calm tone and casually, "What did you dream about me?"

Song Wanyue lowered her head and buried her face in the goose down pillow.

Her voice was soft, and her words were like honey: "I dreamed that you would return to China the day after tomorrow and asked me to pick you up at the airport. You also said that you missed me very much."

She laughed and asked him bluntly:

"Tingting, do you miss me? If you say you miss me, I will also reciprocate and say I miss you. But if you say you don't miss me, I will be really sad and cry."