21

Song Wanyue's voice sounded a little muffled under the quilt.

"Sleeping? What kind of sleeping, sleeping with vegetarian food or sleeping with meat?"

Duan Baiting: "..."

She insisted and poked her head out from under the quilt. There was only a floor lamp on in the room.

The brightness is at the most soothing setting, with low visibility, but you can still see the general outline of the person next to you.

For example, Duan Baiting's superior side profile. His brow bones and jawline have a sense of boldness and sharpness.

Song Wanyue was being unreasonable: "You don't explain clearly, what if I start to imagine too much..."

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he covered her mouth with his hand, hugged her tightly in his arms, and didn't give her a chance to speak again.

"Oh, shut up."

She rubbed her lips in his arms contentedly, smelling the pleasant scent that belonged only to him: "Oh."

The night was quiet for a short while.

Her voice sounded again, soft and gentle, as if she had deliberately lowered it.

"Duan Baiting, I really like being hugged by you."

There was no response.

She was dissatisfied and bit his shoulder hard, saying aggrievedly: "You are ignoring me again, did you hear me?"

The hand on her back was stronger than before, holding her tighter.

His tone of voice was noticeably softer: "I heard you, go to sleep."

She nodded obediently: "Oh."

She slept particularly soundly that night.

It was Aunt Qin who came and knocked on the door in the morning and Song Wanyue woke up from Duan Baiting's arms.

Due to her physical condition, her hands and feet tend to get cold easily in autumn and winter.

Especially at night.

Even if the heating is turned on at home, it won't have much effect.

When she was little, her mother tried an electric blanket for her, but she got easily irritated, so she later switched to a hot water bottle.

It won't get hot for a few hours.

Now I sleep with another person in my arms, a human-shaped hand warmer that keeps warm 24 hours a day.

Her hands slid along the hem of his pajamas and rested on his abs.

His feet were pressed against his calves.

Song Wanyue's body also became warm.

She stayed in bed, whining and refusing to get up, twisting and turning in his arms.

Duan Baiting looked at the time, it was half past seven.

According to his usual schedule, he would go for a morning run at six o'clock and go to the company at seven o'clock.

His sleep quality is average, he sleeps lightly and wakes up easily, and his sleep time is shorter than that of ordinary people.

Maybe I was too relaxed yesterday and slept very deeply.

He let go of her hand and was about to get up.

Song Wanyue hung on him like a koala, and acted coquettishly: "Sleep a little longer, there's still time."

Duan Baiting covered her with the quilt: "You sleep slowly."

Song Wanyue refused to let go, and started to act like a rogue: "I can't sleep without holding you."

Duan Baiting got up, and she followed him, clamping her legs around his waist and her thin white arms around his neck.

Without opening his eyes, sobs came from his throat.

"Sleep a little longer, a little longer, okay, okay."

Duan Baiting was having a headache because of her pestering, so he made the final concession: "Half an hour."

Having succeeded, Song Wanyue, with a satisfied smile on her face, lay in his arms again and took a nap.

It really took half an hour, not a minute more or less.

Song Wanyue decided to quit while she was ahead and did not stay in bed this time.

After washing and changing clothes, Aunt Tan had already prepared breakfast in the dining room.

Duan Baiting was neatly dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit and sapphire cufflinks.

As he walked down the stairs, he expertly tied his tie for himself.

Song Wanyue was drinking soy milk. From the second he appeared, her eyes had been following him.

At least for now, she finally understood why Shizuka was so resistant to marrying that bald man.

Even if it is a loveless marriage, marrying a handsome man and seeing such a face every morning will make you feel refreshed and happy.

Duan Baiting dragged out a chair and sat down, adjusting his tie with one hand.

Aunt Qin knew that he didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, so she prepared a cup of American coffee for him.

The TV in front was broadcasting financial news, and the host was explaining the rise and fall of the stock market.

Duan Baiting took a sip of coffee and watched casually.

Song Wanyue didn't understand either, so she cut a small piece of toast with her knife and fork and dipped it in some honey and butter.

She eats very slowly, a habit she developed since childhood.

My mother once said that we should chew our food slowly and eat without talking.

Duan Baiting would occasionally look away from the TV and glance at her.

I saw her with her head down, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, eating in small bites.

She has fair and delicate skin, an oval face, and is full of collagen.

When chewing, the cheeks bulge.

Maybe he was not fully awake yet, his eyes were half open, and he stopped eating.

The hand holding the knife and fork was just placed on the edge of the dining table.

The head drooped a little bit. When his forehead was about to touch the plate, Duan Baiting reached out and held it back.

She woke up suddenly, sat up straight, and looked at him with sleepy eyes: "Is there an earthquake?"

Seeing her look like she had just woken up from a dream, Duan Baiting laughed: "If you are sleepy, go upstairs and sleep for a while."

"No." In order to save time, she abandoned her good habit of chewing slowly and ate the piece of French toast in just two or three bites. "If I am late again, I will be laughed at again."

She still remembered the saying that was spread throughout the company - if you hang out with Sister Song, you will go hungry nine times a day.

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who laughed at you."

Song Wanyue was embarrassed to tell him.

It's better not to tell him such embarrassing things.

Seeing how sleepy she was, Aunt Qin said with a smile, "I'll make you a cup of coffee to wake you up."

Song Wanyue shook her head, "No need to be so troublesome."

She took the cup in front of Duan Baiting and took a sip.

His whole face suddenly became distorted with bitterness: "You didn't put sugar in it?"

Aunt Qin chuckled beside him: "Bai Ting doesn't put sugar in his coffee. I'll make you another cup with sugar and milk."

Duan Bai Ting's gaze fell back to the coffee cup in front of him.

It's made of white ceramic, and now there's a lip mark on the rim of the cup, very light and shallow.

He gently turned the coffee cup, and his fingertips caressed the lip print.

His eyes were lowered, a smile flashing across them.

Fool.

After finally getting rid of the bitter taste in her mouth, Song Wanyue's sleepiness was completely gone.

She looked at the time and saw that there was still half an hour left before the clock-in time, so she had enough time.

I went upstairs to get my bag, and when I looked in the mirror I felt that it didn't match my outfit today.

She pays particular attention to her appearance, which must be exquisite from the hair to the heels, and so perfect that there cannot be a single flaw.

I changed several sets of clothes and chose after a long time before finally settling on a Chanel plaid skirt.

The hairstyle is a big side-parted wave, and even the curled arc at the end of the hair is carefully groomed.

More than ten minutes of procrastination wasted, making the ample working time rush again.

He hurried downstairs, changed his shoes and took out his cell phone to call a taxi.

Just then he saw the dark black Porsche parked at the door. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. Duan Baiting even got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.

Aunt Qin came out with a potted plant and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

No wonder she took so long to drink a glass of American coffee just now. It turned out that she was waiting for her.

Song Wanyue felt inexplicably warm in her heart: "Why didn't you urge me?"

Aunt Qin smiled meaningfully: "I was afraid that urging you would panic, so I simply didn't let me go."

Duan Baiting had smoked most of a cigarette, and when he saw her come out, he put it out and opened the car door and went in.

After Song Wanyue sat in the passenger seat, she reached over the center console to hug him, not hiding her happiness at all: "Hehe, Tingting is so nice."

Duan Baiting pinched her face with one hand and pushed her away from his shoulder.

He reminded in a calm voice: "Seat belt."

Song Wanyue looked obedient: "I know."

She seldom rode in his car. In the past, it was almost always the driver who drove.

It is said that driving is the best way to see a person's true character.

Even if you encounter malicious cutting in, your driving skills are average. He never even frowned from beginning to end.

I have to say that if you are an emotionally stable person, you will feel safe enough even if you just stay by his side and do nothing.

At least at the moment, that's what Song Wanyue thinks.

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Because he was worried that his colleagues would find out that he was riding in Duan Baiting's car to work.

So Song Wanyue got off the car at the coffee shop in front in advance.

Thanks to Duan Baiting, I was not late today and I arrived a few minutes early.

But there were many people who arrived earlier than her.

As soon as I entered, I saw Ava and Xiao He chatting animatedly in the tea room.

Song Wanyue frowned, feeling quite betrayed.

She and Ava are irreconcilable, but Xiao He is so close to her.

So for the whole morning, Song Wanyue ignored Xiao He.

As it was getting close to getting off work, Xiao He finally realized something was wrong.

He asked Song Wanyue if he had offended her in any way.

Song Wanyue snorted coldly: "Go find your sister Ava, don't come talk to me."

Anyone with a little hearing could hear the sarcasm.

Xiao He explained to her: "We just happened to meet in the tea room. She asked me what brand my clothes were. She thought they looked nice and wanted to buy one for her brother. We didn't say anything else."

Song Wanyue didn't believe his lies.

Xiao He swore to the sky: "If I tell even a single lie, I will be struck by lightning or hit by a car when I go out!"

Song Wanyue squinted in doubt: "Really?"

Xiao He's eyes were sincere: "Really!"

Only then did Song Wanyue soften her attitude towards him.

She was like a kid forming cliques: "We entered the company together, you have to stand on my side, understand? We two are the best in the world."

Xiao He's mouth corners were harder to suppress than M416. She looked so serious and spoke in a soft tone.

Quite cute.

Since he couldn't suppress it, he simply gave up and nodded with a smile.

Song Wanyue came close to him and whispered, "You are playing with her, and if she says something bad about me, just tell me."

Xiao He was curious and asked her, "What will you do if I tell you?"

She paused, probably thinking about what she should do if she found out that the other person said something bad about her.

I thought about it for about ten minutes.

She frowned: "I will be angry."

......

......

Ava rarely appeared in front of Song Wanyue during those days.

After learning that Xiao He had also signed up for next year's judicial examination, Song Wanyue had a study partner with whom she could study.

I can't learn it at work, and I can't concentrate on learning it at home.

So the two decided to go to the library together.

Song Wanyue drove her Lamborghini to pick him up, and Xiao He's eyes widened.

He carefully touched the car body around and around, unable to suppress his eagerness, he asked Song Wanyue: "Can I drive it around?"

Song Wanyue nodded generously: "Of course."

She was too lazy to drive.

She threw the car keys to him and sat in the passenger seat.

It's about half an hour's drive from here to the city library.

Just enough time for her to get some sleep.

Song Wanyue put on a blindfold and leaned the seat back: "I'll take a nap first, and call me when we get to the destination."

Xiao He nodded, holding the steering wheel with both hands, looking a little excited.

This was his first time touching the steering wheel of a luxury car.

I couldn't sleep very soundly in the car, at best I could just have a light sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, Song Wanyue was awakened by a sudden brake.

I was almost thrown out, luckily I was wearing a seat belt.

But I still hit my head.

She covered her eyes with her hands because of the pain, took off her blindfold and asked Xiao He what was wrong.

Xiao He's hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel: "Fuck... I accidentally hit... a Porsche. It hit suddenly. The car was parked here, who could... see it."

He counted with trembling hands, wondering if his salary plus bonus this year was enough to pay the compensation.

Song Wanyue had just woken up and her consciousness was still confused. She only vaguely heard: crash... suddenly... stopped here.

Taken together, it is a rear-end collision caused by the sudden braking of the vehicle in front.

That is the other party's responsibility.

She got out of the car, covering her forehead. Even though she was aggressive, her naturally soft voice still reduced her momentum by half: "How do you drive? You can't see behind..."

The man standing on the roadside answering the phone heard the voice and turned around.

He was wearing a black woolen coat with a standard three-piece suit underneath, which was worn neatly and meticulously on him.

The pair of rimless glasses gave him a sense of otherworldliness and dignity.

There are rows of sycamore trees on the roadside, with fallen leaves dyed yellow by autumn. .

At dusk, the breeze blowing by is cold and bleak.

The cool aura around him was very appropriate.

The words that came to my lips suddenly stopped coming out.

Duan Baiting calmly fixed his eyes on her. After briefly explaining the remaining matters to the other party, he hung up the phone.

He walked over and looked at the place where he was hit.

The taillight is broken and a large piece of paint has been scratched off, so it needs to be refinished.

He reminded her casually: "This is a parking area, not a no-driving section."

In other words, Duan Baiting's car was parked there properly, and it was her car that was careless and hit him.

Duan Baiting didn't waste time talking to her and deliberately asked: "Do you want to settle it privately or with the traffic police?"

She blinked, confused: "Private... If it's a private settlement, which kind... private?"

Noticing that her forehead was red and swollen, Duan Baiting frowned: "What's wrong with your forehead? Did you hit it?"

She was still concentrating on the private settlement he mentioned and had no intention of caring about the injury on her forehead.

"You said we should settle it privately. What do you mean by privately?"

His breathing became heavier: "I'll settle the score with you when I get home. Let me treat the wound on your forehead first."

Seeing that Song Wanyue hadn't come back for so long, Xiao He also got out of the car.

He walked up to Song Wanyue and asked her, "How is it?"

Song Wanyue hung her head and said, "It shouldn't be very good. This is a restricted area. It's all our responsibility."

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly and glanced at the two of them.

There was a condescending look in her deep eyes, and her tone was gloomy: "You come home so late every day recently, just to be with him?"