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Song Wanyue was stunned for a while, and it took her a while to react.

I was actually a little overwhelmed.

"Then...then do you need...my help?"

she volunteered.

Duan Baiting's gaze stayed on her for a few seconds, then moved away: "You go out first."

His voice was hoarse due to illness, and at this moment, coupled with smoking, it seemed as if he was wrapped in passion.

Became particularly low.

But it's not unpleasant to listen to, instead it has a kind of alluring temptation.

I often hear people say that Duan Baiting's temperament is too cold and difficult to figure out, and even if you have lustful thoughts about him, you dare not get close to him.

Song Wanyue felt that those people had no vision.

The more such a person is, the more interesting it is to conquer him.

"Anyway, I'm fine, I... just like last time..."

Facing his indifferent eyes, she stopped talking guiltily, "Then I'll wait for you outside, how long will it take you?"

He opened the door with one hand, pressed her shoulder, and gently pushed her out: "No need to wait for me."

These four words without any emotion sounded cold and indifferent.

Song Wanyue stood outside and paused for a long while before she lowered her head to look at her feet.

Light pink cotton and linen slippers with a moon on them.

The shoes were made by Aunt Tan, and the moon was also embroidered by Aunt Tan herself.

Duan Baiting told her not to wait, but she insisted on waiting.

The bathroom is inside the room, so not much effort was put into soundproofing.

Song Wanyue could still vaguely hear the heavy breathing, even after being restrained, it was barely audible.

But there are still some moments that are like waves stirred up by a hurricane, and it is futile to suppress them deliberately.

Song Wanyue's hand was still on the door handle, and she was thinking considerately that if he needed help, she could go in and help him at any time.

But at this moment, I was overwhelmed by the shame of realizing it belatedly.

At this moment, Duan Baiting is undoubtedly sexy, and too sexy to be attractive.

The restrained breathing, the lust hidden in his eyes, even the most common indifference in him.

It's definitely different from usual.

I don't know how much time passed before the sound of flowing water was heard.

It lasted for a while before finally stopping and the man opened the door.

Song Wanyue's expression was still in a daze, with a thin layer of powder on her ears and cheeks.

She looked up at him.

Duan Baiting said nothing, met her gaze for a few seconds, then looked away indifferently.

He smelled like disinfectant mixed with a hint of pine wood, which was not unpleasant.

Song Wanyue followed him and asked knowingly: "Why does it take so long?"

Duan Baiting stopped: "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?"

The relationship between them was particularly strange. Most of the time, Duan Baiting was the god who dominated everything.

Song Wanyue acted as his not very obedient follower.

But occasionally, she would try to subvert the relationship.

But it was also based on the fact that he was overly indulgent towards her in some areas.

Song Wanyue knows her limits too well and she always stays away from things that she shouldn't cross.

For example, she never asked about his family.

Even after so long of marriage, she still had never met his parents as a daughter-in-law.

Song Wanyue spoke slowly: "I wanted to leave, but Tingting's voice is so sexy."

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes slightly, probably understanding that she must have heard everything outside just now.

His eyes grew colder, but he didn't say much.

Go straight to the closet.

He took off his pajamas and put on a shirt.

Song Wanyue didn't know how to avoid suspicion, after all, he was her husband.

She sat in a chair, a chocolate lollipop in her mouth, and just watched.

After taking off her pajamas, her body fat was lower than she had imagined, and her muscles were strong and firm.

The shoulders and back are broad, with lines going downward and gradually inward.

It is a perfectly proportioned inverted triangle figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Before Song Wanyue could appreciate him, he was already fully dressed.

He opened the drawer, casually took out a watch from it, and put it on his wrist with one hand.

Perhaps he noticed the gazes behind him, he turned around and looked.

Song Wanyue sat on the chair like a harmless rabbit and smiled at him.

Very well behaved.

She knew very well that it was difficult for people to feel disgusted with her with this smile.

Sure enough, even though he knew she had been peeking, the man said nothing.

I put on my watch, picked up a coat and was ready to go out.

Song Wanyue asked him behind him: "What time will you be back today?"

He only left three words: "Not sure."

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At night, Song Wanyue lay alone on the cold bed, unable to fall asleep.

Since the beginning of autumn, the temperature in the north city has dropped particularly quickly.

She went downstairs to make herself a cup of milk to help her sleep.

I saw Aunt Tan was still awake.

She went over curiously and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Aunt Tan was pruning the branches of a potted plant and said with a smile, "As people get older, they sleep less."

Song Wanyue nodded and simply sat down on the sofa and started chatting with Aunt Tan.

Aunt Qin has been in the Duan family for many years. She has been there since Duan Baiting was very young.

Song Wanyue was curious about what Duan Baiting was like in his childhood. Was he as serious and introverted as he is now?

Aunt Qin seemed a little embarrassed: "Actually, I didn't have much contact with Xiao Ting. He was sent to England when he was very young, and only came back a few times, and he didn't stay for long."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "He's alone?"

"There is a nanny and a housekeeper."

Song Wanyue was still puzzled: "Aren't his parents with him?"

Aunt Qin's face became a little strange, she laughed it off: "His parents are busy with work and have their own things to do."

Perhaps to prevent Song Wanyue from continuing to ask, Aunt Qin took the potted plants to the second-floor terrace.

Song Wanyue looked at Aunt Qin's back and shrugged.

Without thinking too much, I got up and went to the kitchen to warm myself a cup of milk.

I still couldn't sleep after drinking it.

She rolled around on the large double bed, her hands touching the coldness beside her.

I wondered in my heart, what's wrong with this guy? Does it take so long to eat a meal?

It's almost twelve o'clock and you haven't come back yet.

Song Wanyue wanted to call him and ask, but she felt that this might not be a good idea.

After all, it's a business dinner.

But...

she buried her face in the pillow in pain. Since she got married, she understood the difference between sleeping with a man and sleeping with a doll.

Now I can't sleep without hugging him.

After a struggle between her conscience and her desires, she decided to leave everything to fate.

Roll the dice and call if you get an even number.

She pulled out her phone and clicked.

The dice spun on the screen for a long time and finally stopped.

——1Yeah

!

She sat up in bed excitedly, almost reaching an even number.

It seems that God also supports her in calling Duan Baiting.

Inside the teahouse, the lights are warm and the tea is fragrant.

A tea artist in cheongsam was kneeling in front, with incense burning in a peony and phoenix copper incense burner next to her.

Duan Baiting leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the monochrome teapot next to the tea artist.

A pot of tea took half an hour to brew.

The man at the opposite table smiled and said, "I bought this Dahongpao at a tea auction in Wuyi Mountain a few years ago. You should try it and see how it tastes."

No matter how good one's physical fitness is, one cannot withstand the fatigue of traveling by boat for more than ten hours.

Duan Baiting's voice was still hoarse. He was too lazy to speak. He raised a faint smile and picked up the half-full teacup in front of him.

The Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain is indeed more mellow than that from other places, but he has no interest in tasting tea and is not interested in tea art.

"Director Xu started planning this dinner a month in advance." He raised his eyes, with a coldness that seemed to see through everything but didn't point it out. "It shouldn't be for me to come over for tea."

His thoughts were seen through, and the man smiled awkwardly.

He really had something to ask of him this time.

Today, Duan Baiting is the only one in the market, and it can even be said that he monopolizes the entire economic lifeline.

There was a problem in his own company, and if he really couldn't find a solution, he wouldn't dare to come to Duan Baiting rashly.

The man in front of me is young, but he is very cunning.

The Duan family is regarded as a bird of prey in the entire Beijing circle, and everyone has to give it a wide berth and keep a distance from them.

None of them are good.

The civil unrest that occurred ten years ago is still talked about privately.

But no one dared to talk about it openly.

After all, if he offended the Duan family, he would undoubtedly cut off all his places of residence in North City.

During that civil strife, the Rong family stood on the wrong side, and their former glory was completely gone.

It is sad to see a top 100 company in the world declare bankruptcy.

The man knew that Duan Baiting was not a good person either, he was just all show and no substance.

But if I want his help, I have to lower my posture.

He smiled at Duan Baiting and said, "Mr. Duan just came back from Dubai. He must be very tired after the long journey. Let me massage your shoulders and relax your muscles and bones."

The tea artist who had been kneeling to make tea just now stood up meekly.

When the blanket covering her legs was removed, she revealed a skirt that was so short that it just covered her hips.

Once people have money and power, their hearts will be more empty than ordinary people

. Often at this time, they need to seek excitement in other places.

For example, women.

The man smiled ambiguously: "I still have some personal matters to take care of, so I may be away for an hour. I hope Mr. Duan can forgive me."

Not only was he considerate enough to leave the room for him to be alone, he even made it clear what time he would be leaving.

After entering the box, Duan Baiting took off his coat.

The heating inside was really sufficient, and the stove for making tea was right next to it.

Duan Baiting loosened his tie to make the tight feeling disappear.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look a little gentle, but the coldness in his eyes was too obvious.

Even the lenses can't block it.

The gentle-looking woman was wearing a modified cheongsam, which really didn't match her appearance.

The hem of the skirt seemed to have been deliberately trimmed, deliberately revealing everything that should not be revealed.

She stood up and was about to walk around the long table.

Duan Baiting played with the ornaments on the table, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and said in a flat tone: "Get out."

This inhumane attitude made the woman stop in her tracks: "But Mr. Xu..."

He raised his eyes indifferently, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to be icy.

Even though the other party didn't say a word, she felt as if her hands and feet were frozen.

My heart contracted at that moment, I was so scared that my face turned pale and I couldn't speak.

The man's aura was too strong, and his three-dimensional skeleton made him look extremely aggressive.

She almost staggered away from here.

Director Xu, who was standing outside the door and had not had time to leave, saw this scene and realized that his attempts to please others had backfired.

Go in and make amends immediately.

I even started praying to God silently in my heart.

Duan Baiting was known for his impatience, and today's meal had worn away his patience several times.

I'm afraid I've been sentenced to death right now.

But when he went in, the atmosphere seemed a little off.

The man held the phone, not knowing who was calling, and his mood relaxed a little.

The tone of his voice was still calm, but compared to before, it contained an imperceptible gentleness.

"Not yet, but it will be soon."

The video was in hands-free mode, and the woman's voice came out of the phone receiver. After being converted into electromagnetic waves, the sound was somewhat distorted.

But one could still hear the soft and delicate voice, mixed with some resentment and dissatisfaction.

"It's almost twelve o'clock and you haven't come back yet. You are a patient, you know that." Her tone changed and became aggrieved again, "Is there a girl next to you?"

Director Xu was still confused and didn't even dare to make a sound.

He actually forgot that he was a man.

The woman on the other end of the video was relentless and insisted that he turn the camera on his phone over and scan every corner of the room.

At the end, there was even a hint of crying in his voice.

Duan Baiting took off his glasses and pressed his brow, feeling helpless.

Finally, the camera was turned over, and when the video scanned, the man at the opposite table showed an awkward smile.

Only after confirming that there were no other women in the box did Song Wanyue breathe a sigh of relief.

She was lying on her side, with her long hair hanging down and sleepy eyes.

Yawning, she asked him vaguely, "When will you be back?"

Duan Baiting poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Not sure."

Song Wanyue yawned again and again, and was so sleepy that she started rubbing her eyes with her hands.

The camera was pointed directly at her face, and the bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

The eyelashes that were curled in the past are now drooping.

"I can't sleep if you don't come back." She sniffed, and even her voice sounded weaker than usual, "Tingting, I'm a little scared to be alone, can you please come back early?"

The man sitting at the opposite table had seen this scene before, but he couldn't imagine that such a scene would happen to Duan Baiting.

No matter how you look at it, this person doesn't have all the emotions and desires.

Especially since I just rejected one.

He had carefully selected it for a long time before finally choosing it.

She has a pure and childish appearance and an eye-catching figure.

As a result, the other party didn't even look at him and directly kicked him out.

I thought he was not interested in matters between men and women.

This will...

Duan Baiting's expression showed no emotion, but when he heard her say that a person is afraid, his movements paused slightly.

"Aunt Qin is not at home?"

Song Wanyue said, "Aunt Qin is asleep."

Seeing that she was extremely sleepy but still trying hard to endure it, Duan Baiting softened his tone: "You go to sleep first, I will be home in about half an hour."

After hearing what he said, Song Wanyue was no longer sleepy.

"Please bring me some midnight snack when you come back. The plate of cakes on the table looks delicious."

There was no trace of fatigue on his face, and he had regained his former energy.

Duan Baiting: "..."

When the man at the opposite table heard this, he immediately asked the waiter to prepare a new package.

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Song Wanyue didn't completely lie to him. She was quite sleepy, but not that sleepy.

I can still bear it.

I used to stay up late at home watching TV series and reading novels, and I have learned this skill.

And since we are young, it's okay for us to stay up all night.

But thinking about Duan Baiting is real.

When he is not around, the room always feels empty and the bed feels cold.

While playing a game with Shizuka, the sound of a door opening was heard in the living room.

She was so excited that she didn't even have time to put on her shoes and ran out barefoot.

Duan Baiting threw his coat on the sofa and loosened his tie.

In order not to disturb Aunt Qin's rest, the lights in the living room were turned off.

It was dark and silent.

It seems exceptionally quiet.

Until the door of the second floor opened, warm light seeped into the room, and the woman ran downstairs holding the hem of her pajamas.

Duan Baiting was in a trance for a moment.

Accustomed to returning to an empty home at night, the feeling of having someone waiting for him to come home seemed strange to him.

Like a butterfly in his arms, the warm body temperature and soft touch brought him back to his senses.

Song Wanyue hugged his slender waist and sniffed hard in his arms.

There is no smell of cigarettes or alcohol, but there is a smell of women's perfume.

She frowned and accused him: "You lied to me, didn't you say there were no women in there?"

Duan Baiting put the packed pastries in his hand on the table: "Tea artist."

She snorted softly, and considering that he brought her a midnight snack, she didn't pursue the matter further.

"Is your throat better?"

Traditional Chinese pastries eaten with tea, taste very sweet.

It was exactly the taste she liked. She ate several of them in one go before she felt choked.

Duan Baiting went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water: "Yeah."

Song Wanyue drank the water with her eyes on him.

It's unclear whether he was lying or not. What he said was somewhat true and somewhat false.

This man's mind is as deep as the sea. Her little thoughts are like those of a three-year-old child in front of him.

It is not advisable to eat too much at night as it will hurt your stomach.

When she was about to take another piece, the pastry and the dishes were taken away by Duan Baiting.

"Brush your teeth and go to bed."

The tone left no room for argument.

Song Wanyue snorted in dissatisfaction.

I just got back and I started to take care of her.

Although I thought so in my heart, I still stood up obediently.

Duan Baiting came out of the kitchen, glanced at her bare feet under her skirt, and asked in a calm voice: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Song Wanyue lifted her skirt and stretched out her feet.

I am so meticulous about my skin care that I take care of my skin from head to toe after taking a shower every day. I apply a facial mask as well as a hand and foot mask.

The size 36 feet were white and tender, and the nails were trimmed clean and round with a hint of pink.

"I couldn't wait to go downstairs to see you, so I didn't have time to put on shoes." She deliberately retracted her feet, "It's so cold."

The temperature at night was only a few degrees, and she stood barefoot on the floor.

At this time, his left foot was stepping on the back of his right foot, with a pitiful expression.

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly, his eyes deep, and pondered for a few seconds.

He took off his watch with one hand, then took off the cuffs on his arms and rolled up his cuffs.

I don't know how her family spoiled her to the point that she became so arrogant.

While Song Wanyue was waiting for him to carry her back to the room as a princess, he put his arm around her waist and let her sit on his arm like a child.

Song Wanyue screamed in fright and reflexively hugged his neck.

There is no romance, but there is thrill.

It was not until she was thrown back onto the bed that she gradually came to her senses.

Seeing his shirt, it was no longer as neat and tidy as before, and the sleeves were wrinkled because of himself sitting on them.

The moment he sat down, the muscles in his arms tensed and the lines were particularly clear.

Only when she came out of her shock did she slowly begin to savor the experience.

The tantalizing sexual tension made her want to try again.

Just as he sat up and was about to make his request, Duan Baiting turned off the lights.

In the dark night, he lay down beside her.

The tone was a little stern: "Behave yourself and go to sleep."