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Duan Baiting didn't answer her until the call was hung up.

Song Wanyue didn't really cry. After the call ended, she went downstairs and asked Aunt Qin to cook her a bowl of noodles.

She was starving to death.

Aunt Qin laughed and said that she had been eating less recently and wondered if she was trying to lose weight.

When she smiled, the corners of her eyes curved, as cunning as a little fox: "I plan to wait for Tingting to come back and give him a big surprise."

Aunt Tan had a natural liking for her. The little girl was cute and it was obvious that she was well protected by her family.

She doesn't have a bad temper. Although she is a little spoiled and willful, she doesn't hold grudges.

Temper comes quickly and goes away quickly.

Like a gust of wind.

With children, no doubt.

Aunt Qin sometimes thinks that this family is indeed much more lively than before.

The most obvious change is that Duan Baiting goes home more often.

He rarely lived here in the past. He would live wherever was closer to his workplace.

Nowadays, even if he has to drive for more than two hours and gets home in the early morning, he will still come back.

In the past, I had no place to go, and it didn't matter where I lived. A house is just a temporary resting place.

But now.

Aunt Qin thought, he finally had a home.

Song Wanyue was full after eating half a bowl of scallion oil noodles.

She put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to continue reading.

She signed up for the bar exam next year.

She has already decided that after working in Duan Baiting's company for a year, she will go to work in the law firm opened by her senior.

No matter how rich a person is, he cannot escape from the need for examinations.

The desk was tidy. She took out a book and a notebook and read no more than two pages before she started to feel sleepy.

The lead type in front of my eyes seemed to be double images, and no matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn't see them.

Just as Song Wanyue decided to give it one last try, a message came into her cell phone.

Finally, she had a reason not to study, and she couldn't wait to click on the message.

It was sent to her by Duan Baiting, a screenshot of flight information.

Coming back from Dubai, I transited in Hong Kong, the whole journey took twelve hours.

When he landed in North City, it would be exactly eight o'clock the day after tomorrow.

He didn't answer his own question, but bought a ticket for the day after tomorrow.

I also sent her the flight information.

Song Wanyue called him directly, and he answered the phone quite quickly. It was obvious that he had not put down the phone yet after sending her the message.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Miss Song, who never knew how to beat around the bush, asked questions directly.

There was no reply from the other end, and occasionally the sound of the wind could be heard.

The dust storm was indeed severe, and she could clearly hear the texture of the particles sweeping across the sky.

It was unknown how long it had been before Song Wanyue finally waited for him to speak.

It was a voice even hoarser than the one I had heard before.

"Do you want to come?"

He seemed to be good at taking control of everything.

Just like at this moment, it was Song Wanyue who asked the question first, but he easily took the lead.

Song Wanyue didn't notice anything wrong: "I was thinking about it."

She probably buried her face somewhere, and her voice was soft and vague, like a ball of thick honey that could not be spread.

"I want to pick you up, and I also want to..." Her voice became softer and softer, even far less loud than the dust outside the window.

When Duan Baiting felt that her voice was about to be drowned out by the sound of the wind, he heard her say in a barely audible voice: "I want to see you earlier."

When Abel came in, he saw this scene.

Duan Baiting was leaning against the windowsill, his cell phone placed aside and a cigar between his fingers.

At this moment, his eyes were long and unfathomable, yet not as cold as before.

I don't know what he was thinking, he didn't even notice that his cigar was half burned.

Abel walked over and asked him in his fluent London accent: "Didn't you quit smoking? Why are you smoking again?"

He had just offered him a cigarette, but he waved it away.

Duan Baiting raised his hand and placed it on the tie. His slender index finger reached into the Windsor knot and pulled it down.

When the meticulous tightness disappeared, he calmly waited for the cigar to go out.

"I feel a little confused. Let me smoke a cigarette to calm down."

Abel understood: "Are you confused in your heart or in your thoughts?"

The cigar was difficult to extinguish, so he put it on the ashtray, and the thin smoke continued for a while.

The fermented aroma of burning Cuban tobacco and the scent of cedar chips filled the room.

Duan Baiting laughed very lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Abel, you've become a lot bolder lately."

Having known Kian for so many years, Abel has always known what kind of person he is.

He is low-key and introverted.

But often the more such people are, the more dangerous they are.

His cruelty and ambition are hidden so that you won't see any clues. The city is like the sea.

Abel had suffered losses at his hands before. When he was young and frivolous, he thought that this man was all good looks and even signed a bet agreement with him. As a result, he lost more than 1 billion yuan in just half a month.

The money was transferred through an electronic account, and the other party looked at the countless zeros behind the number with an indifferent expression.

His expression was as expressionless as an iceberg.

Abel thought he had seen it wrong and even rubbed his eyes with his hands.

When he opened his eyes and looked up, the man had left.

Leaving behind a tall and straight figure.

It was also from that time that Abel felt that this man was more dangerous than he had imagined.

But this "danger" is not that "danger".

It's like you are walking alone in the jungle and you see a ferocious beast walking with you.

It doesn't bite and devour you right away.

But you know very well that once it gets hungry, it will bite your neck without hesitation.

Although it was clear, it was undoubtedly the safest to travel with him during this period when he had not yet felt hungry, and the benefits gained would be unprecedented.

Abel felt that being with this man was a huge gamble.

He won the bet and became famous. If you lose the bet, you will lose your entire life.

But life in this world cannot always be smooth sailing.

He was a thrill seeker, so he chose him.

"I heard from Yang a while ago that you were married. I'm very curious about what kind of girl the other party is." He smiled.

Hearing this, Duan Baiting raised his eyes slowly.

He didn't answer, and Abel couldn't let the atmosphere get colder, so he started talking to himself: "Actually, I have a good impression of Chinese women. Two years ago... no, it should be the year before last, I dated a Chinese student in Manhattan. She was very virtuous and cooked delicious food."

Abel has dated too many girlfriends, and he changes women quite frequently.

There are even many people who have followed him who are not even qualified to be called female companions.

He racked his brains and finally came up with one that was slightly related to Duan Baiting.

But this approach doesn't seem to work.

The man drank the wine in his hand and turned the glass upside down: "Really? That's unfortunate. My wife has neither of the two."

Because he had to temporarily move up his return time, he had to complete the follow-up work within one day.

There will be a yacht cocktail party in half an hour. It's called a cocktail party, but in fact it's a business negotiation in the name of eating, drinking and having fun.

Compared to more serious occasions, the chances of success will be greater when you are slightly drunk.

Duan Baiting is the top priority of this cocktail party, so he must be there.

The man tightened his bow tie that had just been loosened, picked up his coat and hung it on his arm, then opened the door and left.

Abel looked at his departing back and shrugged, feeling helpless.

This man is as unyielding as ever, with no flaws at all.

Even though I am a socialite in the world of Vanity Fair, I am still helpless when facing him.

The yacht party is scheduled for 8pm.

When you enter from the gangway, there will be a one-on-one steward leading the way.

Dubai is located on the sea, and every August, the harbor bay becomes a gathering place for large yachts.

After Duan Baiting boarded the ship, a man in a white robe came over and shook hands with him, smiling warmly: "Kian, long time no see, I thought you had forgotten me."

He smiled: "I've been a little busy lately." He sat

down at the first seat and the waiter came forward to pour wine.

Duan Baiting unbuttoned the front buttons of his suit jacket with one hand and glanced at the white jasmine on the table.

The man first raised his glass and clinked it with his: "I heard that you got married, but I didn't have time to congratulate you."

He didn't send invitations to anyone, but he didn't expect the news to spread to the Middle East.

This topic was only mentioned briefly as a starting point to ease the atmosphere and bring up other topics.

These people don't think that the wife plays such an important role.

The other party can be a stepping stone to your business or a rose locked up at home.

But it will not be a vital part of their lives.

Even, it has no weight.

The dinner was a bit long, lasting until the early hours of the morning, as the superyacht sailed across the Indian Ocean.

After three rounds of drinking, Duan Baiting was already a little tipsy.

He took the cigarette and went out of the cabin and onto the deck.

The waves are like sea beasts more ferocious than tiger sharks, lying dormant at night.

Duan Baiting leaned against the guardrail. The sea breeze was a bit strong. He held a cigarette in his mouth, put one hand to his lips to block the wind, and pushed open the lighter.

After the light blue flame ignited the smoke, he lowered his eyes and looked at the sea with occasional wind and waves.

Compared to the bustling daytime, he actually prefers to stay in the quiet night.

So his daily routine is almost opposite to that of ordinary people.

There was almost no one on the deck except for the crew members who patrolled from time to time.

The hand holding the cigarette, with its distinct finger bones, was slightly bent. He tapped lightly on the guardrail a few times.

This was his usual gesture when he was deep in thought.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the ash accumulated at the end of the cigarette fell into the sea.

Duan Baiting's expression relaxed a little.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, hesitated for a while, and finally opened WeChat.

He doesn't have many friends on his social media, just two-digit numbers starting with three.

The circle of friends is completely blank.

For them, it is just a tool to maintain social interaction, not a place to share private lives.

But today, he saw the head floating above.

The little cartoon girl with bangs squatted in front of the fan with her mouth wide open.

This is Song Wanyue's avatar.

She also told him the origin of the picture at that time. The original picture was a photo of her when she was a child.

This painting was also made by her own hand.

She also asked him, "Is it cute?"

and how she answered.

He narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and he seemed to say nothing.

His finger hovered above, and only when the ash fell on the screen did he come back to his senses.

Her circle of friends was posted ten minutes ago.

According to the four-hour time difference between Dubai and China, it is now four o'clock in the morning in China.

——Studying until I lose sleep. I can't concentrate on my studies and I can't sleep, I'm in so much pain (this circle of friends is only visible to one person)

. The accompanying picture shows her lying on the "History of Legal System" full of notes, holding a pen, looking at the camera with a look of despair on her face.

Duan Baiting's gaze lingered briefly on the line of words in brackets.

This circle of friends is visible to only one person.

Nine out of ten of her words cannot be believed.

He can easily come up with coaxing words and is naturally good at making people happy.

In the early morning of the Indian Ocean, the sea breeze is cold and bleak.

He stood alone on the deck, feeling the tranquility of sitting in a high place or reading under the green lamps of an ancient temple.

He still made the call, covering a distance of more than 3,000 kilometers, and it didn't even take three seconds.

The call was quickly connected.

The woman's voice, as joyful as a lark, disturbed the coolness of the Indian Ocean.

It was obvious that she was the initiator of the phone call, but she still asked knowingly: "Why did Tingting call me? Is it because you are lonely late at night and you missed me?" She

is a giant in words but a dwarf in actions.

She likes to tease him, but when he really makes a move, she can only cry and beg him weakly.

Duan Baiting always avoids answering such questions.

The already infected and damaged throat tends to get worse due to the stimulation of tobacco and alcohol.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his deep, smoky voice sounded as mellow and magnetic as an old record.

"You haven't slept yet?"

She said with a wronged tone, and acted coquettishly weakly: "I can't sleep alone, why haven't you arrived the day after tomorrow?"

He knew that the message she posted on WeChat Moments was a hint.

She also knew that he knew that the message she posted on WeChat Moments was a hint.

But no one pointed it out, so the play was able to go on.