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Song Wanyue felt guilty as if she was caught cheating in bed, but it was obvious that she and Xiao He were innocent.

But when Duan Baiting looked at him with such cold and scrutinizing eyes, he felt a chill from head to toe.

"We...we just..."

She couldn't even speak clearly and stuttered. It undoubtedly adds credibility to this seemingly confusing relationship.

Duan Baiting said no more; he hated talking nonsense.

He opened the passenger door and said simply and shockingly: "Get in."

Song Wanyue hesitated: "But my car..."

He tried his best to retain his remaining patience: "Isn't there another one?"

The direction of his words was too obvious.

Being called suddenly, Xiao He stood up straight subconsciously: "Duan...Mr. Duan."

Duan Baiting glanced at him casually.

Just a glance at each other made Xiao He feel so embarrassed that he lowered his head.

Duan Baiting didn't take him seriously.

In his opinion, Song Wanyue would not damage their marital relationship, which was used to consolidate their interests, for such a person.

Although she was spoiled by her family, at least she understood what she needed at the moment and

he had the power she needed.

And what is there in this person.

Was it the cowardice of hiding in the car after the accident and waiting for Song Wanyue to get out and deal with the situation, or was it the poverty of his family?

Duan Baiting got into the car and stopped urging Song Wanyue, waiting for her to make her own choice.

Should I go home with him or continue to follow this man.

The autumn is indeed bleak, and the hands holding the steering wheel are beginning to feel cold.

As time slowly passed, there was only the rustling of cold wind outside.

Duan Baiting opened the car window, took out a cigarette and rolled it around on the cigarette lighter.

When tobacco burns, the smoke is gray.

He took off his glasses and threw them back into the center console.

So Song Wanyue happened to see this scene: a black Porsche parked on the side of the road, the driver's window was lowered, and a hand holding a cigarette stretched out of the window.

The cuffs of the white shirt complement the stiff black suit.

The watch on his wrist was no longer the Richard Miller that she had broken.

Whether it was the way he flicked off the cigarette ash or the blue veins on his wrists.

They all silently expressed his emotions at the moment.

Not that bad, not that good either.

Song Wanyue took photos of the accident in advance and looked at the crooked front of the car. It should be able to be driven still.

She asked Xiao He to drive the car back today and then take it directly to the 4S store.

Xiao He glanced at the Porsche in front of him, then looked at her: "You and Mr. Duan..."

He knew what he was questioning.

Duan Baiting's attitude towards her was already intriguing enough, coupled with what he just said: You come home so late every day recently.

If Xiao He still can't see the clues, we can only say that he has some problems with his brain.

Song Wanyue made it short: "Things are a bit complicated. We do have some relationship, but it's definitely not what you think. You must keep it a secret for me, do you hear me?"

What she said was as good as saying nothing.

Xiao He nodded, but at the same time felt a little worried: "I think Mr. Duan seems to be in a bad mood. He won't hit you, right?"

Song Wanyue felt sorry for Duan Baiting in her heart. How much he was disliked by these employees that he was considered to have a tendency to domestic violence.

It's no wonder that Xiao He thought too much. Duan Baiting did have the temperament of a gentleman with a sleek appearance but a rotten inside.

Especially when he puts on glasses and looks at you from top to bottom through the thin lenses.

That moment of silence and the arrogant indifference.

Song Wanyue didn't say much to Xiao He, but just repeatedly told him not to spread what happened today in the company.

She must keep her relationship with Duan Baiting a secret.

By the time she sat in the passenger seat of the car in front, Duan Baiting had already finished his cigarette.

Many times, Song Wanyue felt that Duan Baiting seemed to exist in another time and space in this world.

It's not that he is so unique or one of a kind.

Rather, he looked as quiet and peaceful as someone in an ancient temple with green lamps burning in the background.

Even in a bustling crowd, he was "ostracized" by the bustle.

Including now.

He started the car and left. Song Wanyue didn't dare to look into his eyes and could only stare at his clothes awkwardly.

This is a handmade haute couture piece from London's Savoy Row, sewn stitch by stitch.

When worn on him, it gives off a gentle and elegant feeling that requires no embellishment.

It's just that he was too cold, even colder than the winter in North City.

Anyone who gets close to him will be affected by this cold current.

"Duan Baiting, are you angry?"

she finally asked.

The man said nothing.

When he doesn't speak, that's often when he feels the most oppressive.

The car was stuck at an intersection. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, his left elbow resting on the car window and his chin supported by the back of his hand.

He had a somewhat distracted look, with nothing in his eyes.

Song Wanyue was now 100% sure that he was angry.

And he was very angry.

She sighed inwardly, feeling that married life was more complicated than her mother said.

The car drove smoothly back home, and he kept receiving phone calls on the way.

But he didn't even look at it and just hung up.

Until now there has been no time to deal with the long queue of work.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, feeling that she had made a big mess this time.

She does come home late these days.

I didn't get back until almost eight or nine o'clock.

The library is a good place to study, and it is also a good place to sleep.

She would doze off after reading for ten minutes.

If Xiao He hadn't woken her up before going home, she would have slept until the library closed.

Duan Baiting had also noticed that something was wrong with her over the past few days, and he even casually asked her during dinner one day why she came home so late recently.

"The company requires overtime?"

Song Wanyue shook her head and told him that she had been busy preparing for exams recently and studied in the library until late every day.

He didn't have any doubts, but asked casually, "Do you need me to pick you up?"

Song Wanyue naturally didn't want to trouble him.

The main reason was that I felt guilty. What if he saw me sleeping in the library under the guise of studying?

Where is her face?

Combining the premise of this series, plus the scene that I accidentally encountered today.

Song Wanyue called Jingxiang and told her about this.

Shizuka was shocked on the other end of the phone: "Even though I know what kind of person you are, it's hard not to think of something wrong. Have you heard the saying that cars and men should not be lent out? The worst thing is that he drove your car and hit your husband's car, and you were sitting in the passenger seat."

After listening to her analysis, Song Wanyue realized belatedly that the matter seemed to be a bit serious.

But even if Duan Baiting didn't believe in her as a person, he should have believed in his own figure, appearance, charm, and her taste.

How could she leave him and cheat on Xiao He?

She and Xiao He are colleagues and sisters, a relationship that couldn't be purer.

Jingxiang said helplessly: "Baby, if Duan Baiting appeared in front of you in a car with another woman, and the girl was driving his car and he was sitting in the passenger seat, what would you think?"

She blurted out subconsciously: "I would be unhappy."

"That's it." Jingxiang understood the interests involved, which not only concerned the two of them, but also the entire Song family. She advised Song Wanyue to comfort the man quickly and not to implicate her family because of such a trivial matter.

Duan Baiting's reputation spread to Shanghai, and countless rich ladies admired and fell in love with him.

But in addition to good reputations, there are also many bad reputations.

His mood is unpredictable and his cunning is hard to fathom.

It is said that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, and being around him can maximize the benefits.

But matching this is the huge risk that this relationship could collapse at any time.

In the evening, Song Wanyue did not go to the library again, but curled up on the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

Aunt Qin was crocheting a sweater nearby.

She said winter is coming soon and the winter in the north city is incomparable to that in Shanghai.

"In previous years, homeless people have frozen to death. When they were found, their bodies were stiff and frozen."

Song Wanyue seemed to be listening to some horror ghost story: "Frozen?"

Aunt Qin nodded. Seeing that half of her face was hidden behind the pillow, with only a pair of eyes showing, she found it funny for a moment.

She said to comfort him, "I just heard it. It might be an urban rumor made up by someone."

Xiao Huan took over the conversation, "It's not a rumor. It's true."

She was helping Aunt Qin at the side, with wool wrapped in her hands, and told Song Wanyue mysteriously, "People have frozen to death in our hometown before. Later, when the temperature dropped every year, we could hear the sound of footsteps outside. My mother said that those who froze to death were going door to door begging for clothes and food." Song

Wanyue was most afraid of this kind of ghost story in her life.

He was stunned for a moment and silently pulled his feet back into the blanket.

The little face was pale, without a trace of blood.

Xiao Huan is not very old, two years younger than Song Wanyue. Seeing that someone was scared by her, she was actually quite proud in her heart: "The temperature has dropped suddenly recently. Maybe I can hear it at night."

Aunt Qin reached out and hit her: "Okay, stop scaring Wanwan."

Song Wanyue was so scared that her smile froze, but she was still pretending to be stubborn: "It doesn't matter, I'm brave and not afraid of this."

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Xiao Huan and Aunt Qin's room is on the first floor. Duan Baiting is not at home these days, so Song Wanyue lives alone on the second floor.

After nightfall, it was extremely quiet.

The house covers an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters, and you can see the artificial lake behind it.

It was like there was a tape recorder in Song Wanyue's mind, repeating Xiao Huan's words that afternoon.

——The temperature has dropped suddenly recently, maybe you can hear it at night.

She comforted herself in her heart that there were no ghosts in the world, no ghosts.

But in the silent darkness, she could clearly hear the faint sound of footsteps.

From far away, it got closer and closer, and finally stopped precisely outside her door.

She closed her eyes resignedly.

Have those ghosts installed a positioning system? Even though the house is so big, they can still find her residence accurately.

Her heart had already contracted to a paralyzed state, and Song Wanyue wished she could bang her head against the wall and pass out.

It is best to wake up at noon the next day.

She clasped her hands together and prayed that the door would not be pushed open.

He curled up in the quilt, shivering.

When Duan Baiting opened the door and came in, he saw this scene.

The bed was curved like a small mountain, and as it huddled up to the edge of the bed, a corner of the nightgown could be vaguely seen sticking out.

The "mountain" was shaking violently as if it had encountered an earthquake.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and turned on the light.

When he walked to the bed, he vaguely heard restrained crying coming from inside.

His frown deepened.

The culprit had no idea that it was because of him that Song Wanyue was so scared.

"Song Wanyue."

He called her name, wanting to confirm whether she was okay.

The person in the quilt screamed: "Ah! There are clothes in the closet and food in the kitchen. Don't come to me, don't come to me!!"

Duan Baiting went straight over, lifted the quilt, and pulled the person out of the bed.

Song Wanyue's face was pale, her body was wet, and her silk pajamas stuck to her body.

So thin that it looks like she's wearing nothing at all.

She struggled desperately in Duan Baiting's arms: "Ah!!!!"

Duan Baiting's eyes were deep. He clamped her twisting body, pinched her face with one hand, and made her look at him: "Look clearly who I am."

Song Wanyue slowly calmed down.

The room has a suspended ceiling and no main light design.

At this moment, she seemed to be enveloped by bright light, and she was able to see clearly that the person holding her was a human, not a ghost.

And that person was her husband.

Duan Baiting suppressed his inner anxiety: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanyue shook her head. The moment she saw him, she seemed to have found a backer and a savior.

The fear of surviving a disaster made her hug him and start crying.

Her once smooth long hair was now soaked with cold sweat, with a few strands sticking to her face. His face was pale due to excessive fear, and tears were hanging from his eyelashes.

Under the silk skirt, her figure is well-proportioned, yet slender.

At this moment, she was held in Duan Baiting's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, the trembling aftershocks had not yet passed.

The feeling of fragility and brokenness all over the body is completely different from the vitality of the past.

Duan Baiting had no idea what was going on.

This is also the reason why he is anxious.

What happened to her, what did she encounter, and why was she so scared.

He could only comfort her first, and then ask her the reason after she calmed down.

After listening, he fell silent.

Song Wanyue sobbed: "Are you...are you...laughing at me in your heart?"

"No."

Song Wanyue didn't believe it: "Then why don't you say anything."

He held her in one hand without any effort, walked to her dressing room, and let her pick out a pajamas from the full closet.

"I just thought that you should take a shower first."

He explained in such a calm tone, so calm that it was convincing enough.

She did need to take a shower first.

Because of shock and fear, my whole body felt like it was soaked in water.

Even Duan Baiting's shirt was soaked by her.

Such a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder said nothing at the moment.

Song Wanyue hugged his neck and apologized to him in a muffled voice.

Since she didn't choose one herself, he just picked one for her.

Turning back to the bathroom, he heard her apology and asked casually, "What are you apologizing to me for?"

Her voice was weak: "I got your clothes dirty."

She was not usually so polite, but today was unusual.

Where she couldn't see, the corners of his lips raised in an unnoticeable arc.

"Yeah."

Song Wanyue felt embarrassed and simply kept silent. Let him carry me to the bathroom.

Duan Baiting noticed something was wrong: "Are you still scared?"

"No." She didn't want to continue this topic and leaned dejectedly on his shoulder, "Will you laugh at me?"

He answered ambiguously: "Probably not."

What does 'probably not' mean?

Her eyes suddenly turned red and she moved away from his shoulder.

Face him.

It feels like I have suffered a great injustice.

She bit her lip to hold back the tears.

He was indeed a little abnormal today. He was so childish that he teased her on purpose.

"Everyone is afraid of something. It's normal." He wiped away her tears. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Although his tone was not gentle, it was rare for him to explain things to her so patiently.

Song Wanyue felt better: "You said that everyone is afraid of something, do you have one too?"

Duan Baiting thought about it seriously, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to have one.

The little girl is particularly difficult to deal with after being frightened, and her emotions fluctuate violently like the waves.

She started crying again when she heard something that didn't suit her taste.

Duan Baiting sighed softly and wiped away her tears again: "You didn't have it before, but you have it now."

She sniffed and held back her tears: "What is it?"

Her fan-shaped peach blossom eyes were full of tears as she looked at him so closely.

It was so clear that he could even see himself in her eyes.

There was a look of fondness on her face that was unfamiliar even to him.

His tone was helpless: "I'm afraid of seeing little girls cry."

This answer obviously did not satisfy her: "There are so many little girls, are you afraid of all of them?"

He followed her and narrowed the scope to the smallest: "The one in front of me."

She was finally satisfied.

"You haven't come back for a few days, and I thought you didn't want me anymore."

He had just finished crying and his voice was very nasal.

Her body was covered in sweat, and Duan Baiting didn't dare turn on the air conditioner, fearing that she would catch a cold due to the sudden change from hot to cold.

"I went to England the day before yesterday, and my plane landed just an hour ago."

It took exactly one hour to get back from the airport.

In other words, he came back immediately after returning to China.

Song Wanyue was relentless, and rather than asking for culpability, she pursed her lips as if she was acting coquettishly: "Then why didn't you tell me that you were going abroad?"

He pointed out bluntly: "I never told you before."

The nature of his work meant that he had to fly all over the country.

It could be in New York today, and on the prairies of Romania tomorrow.

Song Wanyue was speechless, as if it was indeed the case.

"I thought you were angry with me because of Xiao He."

He said calmly: "Not really."

Yes, he was pure and honest, and Xiao He was not even in his eyes at all.

Not to mention that he was upset about it.

"But I do care a little." Duan Baiting held her for a long time without showing any sign of effort. "Were you with him those days?"

If she continued to lie to him now, she would definitely be seen through.

Song Wanyue didn't plan to hide it, even if it was embarrassing: "He also signed up for next year's exam. I thought studying alone would not be as efficient as studying with someone else. So we agreed to go to the library together every day."

Duan Baiting looked into her eyes and saw no evasion or guilt.

It should be the truth.

He hummed lightly: "How's your study going?"

Song Wanyue's eyes instantly became erratic and she looked around: "It's...it's okay."

The traces of concealment were so obvious that the word "lie" was almost written on her face.

Not surprising.

After this calm conversation, Song Wanyue's uneasy heart after being frightened finally settled down.

Duan Baiting carried her to the bathroom: "Change your clothes first after taking a shower."

Song Wanyue glanced at the empty bathroom. It seems that having a house that is too big also has its disadvantages.

She hesitated and didn't dare to go forward, so she turned around and asked him, "Can you...can you stay here with me?"

How could someone show all his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on his face. When you feel sad or wronged, the corners of your eyes droop.

The bathroom ceiling light was warm. She was holding her pajamas, and she had lost her former vitality. She stood there with her head drooped.

A hand grasped the cuff of his suit, preventing him from leaving.

During the few seconds that Duan Baiting was silent, she became visibly lost.

He raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Go in, I won't leave."

These six words seemed to have the effect of bringing her back to life, and she instantly regained her vitality.

"Don't lie to me."

"Okay."

The bathroom is very large, with dry and wet areas separated. Song Wanyue usually likes to take a bath, but today, perhaps to save time, she stood directly under the shower.

She slowly peeled off the pajamas that were wet and stuck to her body, and looked at the indentation behind her buttocks.

The plump and straight curves have a light red mark on them.

It was the place where Duan Baiting's arms had just hugged me.

He was really strong and could easily pick her up with one hand.

She was extremely bold in other things, but she was shy and reluctant to talk about this matter.

She liked being held by him like this.

Every time this happened, she could clearly feel his hot body temperature, tight muscles, and heavy breathing.

As she lowered her head to look at him, he raised his eyelashes and looked into her eyes.

The distance between them was so close that she could kiss him by lowering her head.

It's a wonderful feeling.

People who are usually high and mighty will put you on a high pedestal and then look up to you.

She leaned against the wall, letting the warm water flow over her fair body.

Put your hand on your chest and feel your heartbeat.

Duan Baiting, Duan Baiting, Duan Baiting.

She repeated the name over and over in her mind.

"Duan...Bai Ting."

She was not sure whether he was still outside, so she called his name softly with hesitation.

The next second, the man responded to her in a low voice: "Hmm?"

Her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Maybe it was because of the hot air in the bathroom, his thinking ability started to become disordered and his speech became incoherent.

"You can't make fun of me. I've been afraid of ghosts since I was a child."

Her voice was soft, like a piece of mochi hidden in a cream cake.

When you take the first bite, it's sweet, and as you continue to bite, it becomes soft and sticky until it sticks to your teeth.

Duan Baiting leaned against the wall, smoking half of a cigarette.

The deep eyes became dim and unclear under the cover of gray smoke.

He raised his head slightly, and his slender neck stretched out an alluring arc.

His Adam's apple rose and fell as his breathing became increasingly heavy.

"I know," he said.

"You know?"

Song Wanyue was stunned. The glass door opened and her head popped out.

Her freshly washed hair was still loose, hanging on her thin, fair shoulders.

She seemed not to understand that she had already exposed herself, and her expression was still in a state of confusion. "I don't think I told you that, how did you know?"

The temperature in the corridor was not as high as that in the bathroom, and she was not wearing anything, so her body was all wet.

If the wind blows, you will definitely catch a cold.

Duan Baiting reached out and pressed her head, trying to push her back into the bathroom.

The action stopped at that moment.

The pair of bright black eyes were looking at him, without any impurities in them, as beautiful as glass beads.

The skin that was smoked by steam was white with a hint of pink.

She licked her lips recklessly: "That..."

Her Adam's apple rolled again and again, and her eyes darkened.

Duan Baiting took the last puff of his cigarette and pressed it against the wall to put it out.

He reached over her shoulder, pushed open the bathroom door, loosened his tie with one hand, and said in a soft voice: "Let's take a shower together."

Song Wanyue was still in a daze, not understanding the current situation.

In the misty bathroom.

Duan Baiting held her with one hand, pushed her against the wall and kissed her.

The suffocating feeling brought by the rapid French kiss brought her back to her senses. Her entire mouth was invaded by the man, and he seemed to want to go deeper.

Song Wanyue was so scared that her shoulder blades clenched.

The man's large, powerful hands thrust haphazardly into her wet hair and pressed her toward him.

The tip of his tongue licked her upper palate again and again, and her throat made indistinct whimpers for mercy.

Two lines of physiological tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

The blue veins were like winding mountains, undulating along the back of his hand and down to his muscular arm.

His arms around her waist formed a sharp contrast with her snow-white and soft body.

He was still wearing a suit, which was so neat that there was not a single wrinkle on it. Only the tie was a little loose.

The cold and abstinent temperament is natural.

The well-dressed leader of the group, who looked like he had just come down from a party, was now carrying out his "atrocities"

. Song Wanyue was pale and soft, delicate and powerless.

At that moment, he became a sheep to be slaughtered, without any ability to resist.

He stopped and looked at her lips which had become red and swollen due to his impatient kiss.

Song Wanyue's thin shoulders were shaking from crying, and she sobbed with red eyes: "Duan Baiting..."

Duan Baiting kissed her lips briefly again and again to calm her anxiety.

The hoarse voice was almost coaxing: "Good girl, call me husband."