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"Really?"

The tone was neither light nor heavy, and it sounded perfunctory.

Duan Baiting changed direction and did not continue to look at the turbulent and dangerous sea.

He turned around and stood with his back against the guardrail.

The cigarette between the fingers, the flame at the end flickered several times in the sea breeze.

The deck in front is an open-air dining table, and all meals are prepared on site by the chef.

The pastry chef was specially hired from France and is known as the Mozart of the dessert world.

If Song Wanyue could be there in person, she would definitely be very happy. She is such a sweet person.

The chattering on the phone continued.

Song Wanyue told her about some things that happened at home and in the company when he was away.

At last, she whined and complained, "I started preparing for the exam, but I can't concentrate on learning anything."

She really looked like the bird he saw in the desert of western China many years ago.

A small round lump with bright colors.

It cannot fly high or far, and its hunting ability is very average.

Duan Baiting put out his cigarette: "Professional certificate?"

She had already moved from the desk to the bed, her face buried in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Well, I should have taken the exam a long time ago."

He exercised his privilege as the president: "I'll ask the administration to give you two months of paid leave, you can prepare for the exam at home with peace of mind."

Song Wanyue's gloomy mood due to preparing for the exam disappeared.

She must have put the receiver close to the phone, as her voice was particularly clear, mixed with the sea breeze.

It was as if she was not in her bed at home, and he was not standing in the Indian Ocean more than 3,000 kilometers away.

They stood together now, she tiptoed close to his ear, and he bent down considerately.

"How can you be so good?" She

spoke in a Wu dialect, soft and coquettish.

He lowered his eyes and asked softly, "You?"

Song Wanyue said confidently, "You are a son-in-law from Shanghai now, and you should learn the local Shanghai dialect."

He laughed for a moment.

Song Wanyue explained that sentence to him: "It means 'Why are you so nice?'"

She lowered her voice, as if avoiding someone, "Duan Baiting, are you only so nice to me, or are you also so nice to others?"

He told the truth: "No one thinks I'm nice." He

paused, his voice a little low.

The sea breeze is whistling, making a rustling sound.

His voice seemed to sink to the depths of the sea in an instant.

I don't know whether he was saying this to Song Wanyue or to himself.

"Before you."

But he knew in his heart that she was just telling lies in the form of love words.

Duan Baiting did not expose the truth and acted as one of the victims.

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On the day he returned to China, Song Wanyue did show up at the airport on time.

While the plane was still taxiing on the runway, he turned off the airplane mode on his phone.

The moment the signal was restored, Song Wanyue's messages popped up one after another.

【Wanwan can't finish eating: Wait for me to put on some beautiful makeup, and then I'll pick you up (●\'\'●). 】

【Wanwan can't finish eating: Let's go. There's a bit of traffic jam today, so we may arrive a little late. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: She unexpectedly ran into someone selling egg waffles and bought two. I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought a combination of matcha and mochi. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: Sorry, it was so delicious that I finished both servings. (*^_^*)】

【Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: From the time I parked my car to the time I walked into the airport, I met five people who approached me. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: We're here, but according to your flight information, we'll be half an hour late. 】

【Wanwan can't finish eating: I'm next to the Roman column at Gate No. 12. You can see me as soon as you come out. 】

He read the long list of messages one by one.

Whenever he went on a business trip, he was always followed by many people. Special assistants and drivers, his elite team.

If necessary, bodyguards will be brought along.

This time I made a sudden decision to return home early, so I landed at the airport alone.

Dubai has a subtropical climate and he is in the desert.

The temperature remains above 40 degrees for a long time.

After getting off the plane, he put on his coat and mask.

Someone had secretly stuffed a business card into his coat, but it fell to the ground.

Champagne-colored pearlescent paper with the other person's personal information on it.

He just took a look at it, bent down to pick it up, and wanted to throw it into the trash can.

This action was seen by the people around.

Song Wanyue walked over and said, like a resentful woman who had witnessed an affair, "Tingting, you are going too far."

Hearing the familiar voice, Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and looked forward.

She was dressed very simply today, a white dress with a knitted cardigan.

Her long curly hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she wore a pair of light apricot Mary Jane leather shoes.

She has an exquisite box-shaped nose and a pretty oval face, giving her a sense of exquisite beauty.

She snatched the business card, looked at the words on it and read out: "Boman Art Curator." She

pouted, thinking he was better than her.

After reading it, she stuffed the business card back to him, with a sad face and a sarcastic tone: "You are so amazing. There are people who chat with you even on a plane."

She was about to cry, but she did not forget to act like a noble and arrogant young lady.

Saw through her pretense. Duan Baiting smiled helplessly.

He picked up the business card and threw it into the trash can: "Someone dropped it accidentally."

Song Wanyue was easy to coax and deceive, and when she heard him say that, she held back the tears that were about to flow out.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he realized something was wrong.

"Why is your voice so hoarse? It wasn't so hoarse the last time you called me."

Duan Baiting had been holding back a cough, and the foreign body sensation in his throat became more and more obvious. He pulled down his mask, drank some water to moisten his throat, and said perfunctorily: "Maybe I didn't get enough rest."

No wonder he has been wearing a mask since just now.

Song Wanyue stood on tiptoe to touch his forehead. Duan Baiting had not yet put down the bottle in his hand. The moment she approached, the faint scent of jasmine spread everywhere.

The airport is bustling with people, and everyone's purpose is very clear: some are rushing to catch a flight, some are leaving the station, and some are busy picking up people.

No one stayed.

Only the two of them seemed to have become the center of the hustle and bustle.

Temporarily frozen in this moment.

Her hands were extremely soft, as if they had no bones.

At such a close distance, she looked up and faced him. Her cold white skin was so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.

Eyelashes are curled so that each eyelash is distinct.

Her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed at this moment, and she said: "You said it's okay, but you have a fever!"

Duan Baiting exercises all year round and his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people.

I seldom get sick, and even if I do, I recover quickly.

The reason why the condition worsened this time may be due to lack of rest, too many social engagements and excessive drinking recently.

Just have a good sleep.

He didn't take it to heart, and Aunt Tan didn't take it to heart either.

In the whole family, only Song Wanyue felt as if she was facing a great enemy.

"You can't delay treating a cold. I have a brother who had a fever when he was a child, but his family didn't take it seriously, and he ended up becoming a fool."

She looked serious and urged him to have a good rest, "I don't want to have a foolish husband."

Duan Baiting had no choice but to say, "I have a dinner party at ten o'clock."

She said in a domineering tone, "Then postpone it!"

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty when she saw this look.

She just now actually... dared to speak to Duan Baiting in such a commanding tone.

Although she was usually rude and coquettish in front of him, all her rudeness was done while looking up at him.

In other words, she has always understood her position.

Perhaps according to the household registration book, she is Duan Baiting's wife. But in this marriage, the Song family always had a greater demand on him.

This is also why my mother always feels like she owes her something.

Originally, with Song Wanyue's family background, she could marry someone who suits her heart and they are in love with each other.

Live a harmonious and equal married life.

Instead of being cautious and trying to please everyone like we do today.

Seeing her expression darken, I wonder what she was thinking about.

Duan Baiting could see that she was always guarding a line, the line between her and him.

He explained aloud: "I just want to go to the bathroom."

The look that she gave him, which seemed to understand him in every way, was meaningless.

After hearing his words, Song Wanyue's expression improved slightly.

She was still wearing the white dress, except for her cardigan.

After seeing the full picture of the skirt, I understood why she added an extra coat.

Thin straps and plunging neckline.

The large white area on the chest is clearly visible.

At this moment, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, bending down to look at him.

The neckline is plunging, and you can even see the undulating and exquisite curves.

Duan Baiting's eyes dimmed and he moved away calmly.

But she seemed not to understand the situation, and moved closer to him and asked, "But how are you going to the bathroom like this?"

The bed was too big, so she leaned forward slightly and took his arm, "I'll help you over."

Her arm sank into the unusually soft touch, and her muscles tensed in that instant.

Duan Baiting's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became several degrees hoarser than before: "I just have a fever, I'm not disabled."

Song Wanyue got serious with him: "The balance of the body is achieved by the cerebellum. What if your brain is burned out?"

After hearing her words, Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds, and then laughed a little.

"Why are there so many nonsense?"

Doctor Fang came just now and said that the fever was caused by respiratory infection.

After taking the medicine, the fever has subsided. Apart from a slight cough, there is nothing serious.

Song Wanyue was too concerned and insisted that he lie down well.

Being in a high-class and wealthy family, good manners and etiquette are the most indispensable lessons.

In addition, she has been influenced by her surroundings and is accustomed to observing people's words and expressions.

The scale of interactions between people is also just right.

If the opponent advances, I retreat. If the opponent retreats, I advance.

Always keep the distance between the two people at the most ideal state.

Now seeing that Duan Baiting's expression had eased a little, Song Wanyue started to act arrogantly again.

"Doctor Fang told me to keep a close eye on you. You need to rest today."

There was a hint of sternness on her pretty face.

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes and reached out to pinch her face: "You might as well find a good backer. Doctor Fang is employed by me and gets paid by me. Do you think he listens to me, or do I listen to him?"

This calm and unhurried question really stumped Song Wanyue.

She was forced to look up and meet his gaze.

Although he has a pair of peach blossom eyes, they are narrow and long. He is more ambitious than passionate.

Looking into Song Wanyue's watery eyes, it seemed like two extreme contrasts.

She supported herself on the bed with her hands and knelt on a chair. Let him pinch your cheeks.

"You can choose not to listen to Dr. Fang, but I can't help but listen to me."

She always adds an interjection after her words. It may be a habit she developed since childhood. Make even the most ordinary words sound like a spoiled child.

Combined with her already soft voice, it sounded even more like a kitten whimpering.

She looked serious and threatened him like she was scaring a child: "If you don't go, you'll wet your bed!"

The exclamation at the end became more emphasized.

Duan Baiting suppressed the curve of his lips and looked away gently.

Two words casually: "Really?"

He finally gave in to her wish and let her help him, who had all his limbs intact, to the bathroom.

There was inevitable physical contact during the process, and her skirt was really thin.

Duan Baiting was also only wearing a shirt.

The room temperature is high and the aroma is warm.

His breathing gradually became heavy, and he pointed outside the door: "Get out."

Song Wanyue didn't move: "It's not like I haven't seen it before, why are you shy?"

Not to mention seeing it, she also... had it... and... had it.

Duan Baiting looked at her expressionlessly.

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty when she was looked at and took a step back: "Is this okay?"

He still had a calm expression and was unmoved.

Song Wanyue could only retreat behind the glass door, but she remained in the bathroom: "This is already my biggest concession."

Duan Baiting closed the door.

After a few seconds, Song Wanyue didn't hear any movement inside.

She hesitated and said, "Not ready yet?"

There was still no sound from inside.

She was worried, so she opened the door, risking Duan Baiting's anger.

Seeing that he was already dressed, he opened the window and stood by it smoking.

Song Wanyue frowned and muttered, "You're still smoking even though you're coughing like this."

She asked him, "Are you okay? If you are, I'll help you out."

He flicked off the cigarette ash, his expression unusually unnatural, "You go out first, don't worry about me."

Song Wanyue was confused, "Why? Could it be that you..."

Before she could finish her words, she was stunned.

We learned in the physiology class that when a certain part of a man is congested, there is nothing he can do...

Duan Baiting's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

A hint of annoyance appeared in his usually cold eyes: "Get out."

Song Wanyue obediently said "Oh".

He took two steps and stopped again.

She turned around and looked at him, hesitating: "You...are you like this...because of...me?"

He leaned against the wall, glanced at her skirt, and took a deep breath: "Who else could it be because of."