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Song Wanyue was a little proud, and waved her cell phone towards Jingxiang: "See? This is the instinctive sense of crisis as the husband of a beautiful woman."

Jingxiang, who witnessed her series of actions just now, couldn't help but applaud her: "I have always been worried that Duan Baiting is such a cunning man, and you will be controlled by him."

Song Wanyue is not scheming. Although she is pretentious, she is consistent inside and out.

It's all written on his face that he's a bit mean.

When you are with someone of such a high level as Duan Baiting, even if you use all your strength, you probably won't be able to bend the other person's little finger.

But no matter how you look at it now, it seems that the hunter Duan Baiting is willing to play this clumsy little game with her.

Song Wanyue hung up the phone and withdrew the two messages she had just sent.

I went to the inner room for a SPA, planning to get a head-to-toe treatment.

"What a joke! As long as I want, there is no one in this world who will not be conquered by my charm."

She started to show off again, pulled out the wooden hairpin, and let her long hair fall.

Like a black waterfall, pouring down softly.

She had completely forgotten who was soaking in the private bath with a deathly pale face and cursing Duan Baiting as an unromantic bastard.

Shizuka raised her chin slightly and asked her, "Are you really not going to answer his call?"

Song Wanyue smiled at her very confidently, "Don't worry, he will definitely call again."

Sure enough, halfway through the massage, the cell phone on the table next to her rang.

Song Wanyue didn't care about the massage anymore. She half peeled off the mask on her face and asked the technician to hand her the phone.

Half an hour had passed since the last call.

I guess he is either preparing to go back or has already arrived home.

Song Wanyue answered the phone slowly.

Just said "Hello" in a sweet voice.

"Tell that person not to come." The man said in a calm tone, "Your husband is on his way home."

The tone was like a notification, not like he was talking to his wife, but rather like he was talking to a subordinate.

Song Xiaozuojing didn't like it very much.

She deliberately said, "It may be too late for you to go back now."

The technician pressed his hands on her waist twice, with a bit of force, which hurt her.

Song Wanyue snorted.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly, and his voice was much deeper than before: "Where?"

The technician was afraid of disturbing her call, so he didn't make a sound, but apologized with his eyes.

Song Wanyue was no longer in the mood for a massage and waved her hand to ask the technicians to leave.

He sat up and walked to the side to pour a glass of red wine.

The alcohol content is very low, but considering her alcohol tolerance, half a cup is enough. So she just took a sip, trying to keep herself in that slightly tipsy state.

"Since you are busy with work and have no time to accompany me, I have to find someone else to accompany me."

The Maybach was driving smoothly on the highway. The driver was silent throughout the journey without making any sound.

A man who can handle anything, no matter where he is.

Only when facing his spoiled wife did he feel helpless for the first time in his life.

He raised his hand and pressed his brow, understanding the principle of both soft and hard tactics, and softened his tone: "Send me the location and I'll pick you up."

"No." She was wearing a loose nightgown and sitting on the sofa, fiddling with her newly done manicure.

That sip of red wine quickly took effect on her. Song Wanyue's tipsiness was different from that of others.

The tone of her voice also changed from arrogance to a bit of coquettishness.

She said he was a good-for-nothing for making her look so ugly at home during the day.

He knew clearly that she cared most about her reputation, but he still deliberately said things that would cause misunderstanding.

Since she has misunderstood, why not just follow her wishes? Can't you just give her a chance and let her do it casually?

Instead, he pointed it out directly, making her embarrassed.

"I have been thinking about this all day today, and I will think about it at any time in the next year. This means that I will be haunted by this horrible nightmare for at least a year."

Duan Baiting did not respond too quickly after listening to this.

He really couldn't get along with his wife's way of thinking.

I don't understand why such a small thing could have such a big consequence for her.

It is undeniable that the natural physiological phenomena produced by the body every morning become somewhat difficult to control because of her presence.

But he is not so obsessed with sex that he would delay his work for sex.

Duan Baiting raised his wrist to check the time.

It was already getting dark at this point and the snow was falling heavier.

An orange warning was issued yesterday, with heavy snowfall and level 7 gale.

If you don't go back before eight o'clock, forget about going back today.

The road was covered with snow and the car was slippery.

The driver was driving with his eyes and nose focused, and he didn't know who the call was made to.

But from Duan Baiting's helpless and at-a-glance expression, it can be seen that it can only be Miss Song with the princess-like temper.

"I apologize to you. It was my fault for not being considerate enough."

The driver was so shocked that he did not notice the red light and nearly collided with the car in front.

Fortunately, I braked in time.

He looked at the rearview mirror, gripped the steering wheel awkwardly, and stammered to apologize to Duan Baiting.

He has been with Duan Baiting for so long, and the reason he kept him was because he was quiet and drove steadily.

This is the first time I've made this mistake.

Duan Baiting just glanced at him and didn't say much.

Obviously, he couldn't spare any extra energy to deal with other things now.

Song Wanyue alone was enough to give him a headache.

Not daring to make the same mistake again, the driver concentrated on driving.

But the car was too quiet, even though he paid special attention to professional ethics and didn't listen to what he shouldn't have.

I heard every word.

"It's up to you. Do whatever you want, okay?" She unexpectedly heard a coaxing tone from the man who was so rational to the point of being unkind. "Send me your location."

About a minute later, the call was hung up, and the man clicked on the location sent by the other party.

Tell the driver to turn around and go to Fengxu Street.

It took more than 20 minutes to drive there. There was no traffic jam at this point and the road was smooth all the way.

Song Wanyue's tipsiness was not the same as being drunk. Her consciousness was completely clear, but she was a lot bolder than usual.

Shizuka came over after taking a shower and saw Song Wanyue's eyes were blurry and her cheeks were flushed.

Knowing something was wrong: "Have you been drinking?"

She pursed her lips and smiled, and gestured with her hands: "A little bit."

This vixen-like seductive smile made Shizuka deeply doubt the little bit she mentioned.

"Really just a little bit?"

"Really." Song Wanyue tried to prove that she was sober and recited a multiplication table to her on the spot.

Now Shizuka finally believed what she said.

Given her usual drunken state, if you asked her what one plus one equals, she might not be able to answer.

"Why are you drinking?"

Song Wanyue had already changed into her own clothes and was sitting there obediently, like a good student waiting for her parents to pick her up.

She told Shizuka that she drank to give herself courage.

Shizuka was puzzled. It was the 21st century and Wu Song needed to drink alcohol to give himself courage to fight the tiger. What was she drinking to give himself courage?

Song Wanyue said seriously: "I can't just let go of what happened during the day. I want to settle the score with Duan Baiting."

Jingxiang was silent for a moment: "Then I wish you good luck."

She began to mutter and told Jingxiang her revenge plan.

What are the tricks of killing with a borrowed knife, making something out of nothing, and sneaking through Chencang.

Shizuka touched her little head, wondering if she had accidentally let the hot spring water get into her brain while taking a hot spring bath just now.

Song Wanyue told her out of anger that just wait and see, sooner or later Duan Baiting would call her dad.

She looked so confident of winning that Shizuka couldn't bear to hurt this little cutie's self-esteem any further.

So he encouraged her spiritually: "I'm going upstairs to watch a movie to avoid running into Duan Baiting later."

She still didn't have much of a good impression of Duan Baiting, and every time she met him, she was a little afraid of him.

Naturally, we should avoid it if we can.

Song Wanyue had also thought about trying to reconcile Jingxiang's views on Duan Baiting before.

I even specifically asked Shizuka if she had any misunderstandings about him.

Jingxiang said: "I think Duan Baiting is too cold-blooded, and he has an arrogant and hypocritical attitude. "

Then Song Wanyue fell silent.

Well, she wasn't wrong about him.

So the matter was finally put on hold.

About ten minutes after Shizuka left, Duan Baiting pushed open the door of the private room.

As soon as Song Wanyue saw him, all the embarrassing past events came to her mind.

Drinking alcohol to give yourself courage is no use.

He immediately buried his face in the pillow. I feel too embarrassed to see people.

Finally, it was Duan Baiting who pulled her out from the sofa.

Smelling the alcohol on her, he frowned: "How much did you drink?"

Song Wanyue lied with her eyes open: "Just half a bottle."

He glanced at the remaining wine in the bottle on the table.

There was still two-thirds left in the goblet next to it.

I guess she didn't drink much.

"Can you walk?" he asked her.

Song Wanyue shook her head and stretched out her arms to him: "Hug."

Duan Baiting: "..."

He put down the bottle of wine in his hand, walked back to the sofa and bent down.

Song Wanyue climbed onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

He also did not forget to emphasize: "Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgiven you yet."

"Yeah." His tone was very light.

The person was carried out and the car was parked downstairs.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly got out and opened the car door.

After getting in the car, Song Wanyue was relatively well behaved and didn't make any noise.

But when the driver turned around and prepared to drive home, she said she didn't want to go home.

She didn't want to go back to the place where she had embarrassing memories just yet.

After a while, Duan Baiting agreed to her request and asked the driver to drive to Tingshui Hotel.

The nearest five-star hotel is nearby.

We arrived in ten minutes and checked into the presidential suite by swiping our card.

Song Wanyue took off her clothes to take a shower. Duan Baiting saw her in this state and thought she might fall down while walking.

"Wash tomorrow, go and rest first."

The fact that a person with mysophobia could say such words was enough to show how worried he was about Song Wanyue after she drank.

Once Song Wanyue gets stubborn, even ten bulls can't pull her back: "I can't sleep without a bath."

She said aggrievedly.

Duan Baiting endured again and again, feeling that all the little patience he had in his life was used on her.

In the end, I compromised and made the final concession.

"The bathroom door is open."

Song Wanyue blinked: "Are you going to peek at me taking a shower?"

Duan Baiting: "..."

He tried his best to remain calm: "I have to make sure you are safe."

Song Wanyue tried very hard to find any signs of lying in his eyes.

Unfortunately, disappointingly, he was not at all intimate.

He actually didn't want to peek at her taking a bath. Song Wanyue cursed him for being tasteless in her heart.

A beautiful woman bathing, such a pleasing sight, but he was not interested.

She dialed the hotel's internal line, and ten minutes later, room service had everything carefully prepared.

He also brought a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket and some scented candles to add some fun. I probably thought they were going to take a bath together in this bathtub.

What a pity this guy is such an old-fashioned person!

Song Wanyue complained about him harshly in her heart.

-She

obediently opened the bathroom door and the bathtub was facing the sofa.

Duan Baiting is like a modern version of Liu Xiahui, and he really managed to keep his mind calm.

He crossed his long legs, sat in a relaxed posture, and casually took a book from the bookshelf next to him.

Occasionally he would look up to make sure she was still alive.

Song Wanyue lay in a bathtub full of flower petals, looking at him with resentment.

He remained unmoved, lowered his head and continued reading the original French book in his hand.

I don't know if it's because I was angry or because I soaked in the bath for too long the whole day.

I just soaked in the hot spring for more than an hour, and now I soaked in the bath for another half an hour.

Coupled with that sip of red wine, Song Wanyue felt dizzy and weak.

Just when she felt herself sinking, a pair of strong arms pulled her out of the bathtub.

Song Wanyue leaned dazedly in the other's arms, making an uncomfortable low moan in her throat.

"Duan Baiting, I feel uncomfortable." She no longer had the arrogance she had just now, and she pitifully grabbed the collar of his shirt to express her grievances.

He took a towel to wipe the water off her body, then put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

"Where does it hurt?"

"All of it."

She was really feeling uncomfortable, with a heavy head and weak all over.

Duan Baiting reached out and touched her forehead and found that she had a slight fever.

I guess I caught a cold.

But the heating in the hotel was turned on very high, so she shouldn't catch a cold even if she took a bath naked in the bathtub.

Song Wanyue confessed to him, probably when they were taking a hot spring bath just now.

His voice was weak, and his former bright and flamboyant aura was gone.

In an instant, she turned from a beautiful and rich girl into a delicate little white lotus.

"Headache." She cried.

Duan Baiting held her in his arms: "I'll take you to the hospital first. Can you move now?"

Although she was spoiled, she was not to the point where she could not take care of herself.

I used to care about my reputation so much that I could endure even a broken bone.

But in front of Duan Baiting, even if her hair was split, she wanted to squeeze out two tears.

Said the tail of the hair hurts.

Now I have a fever and a headache, which is even more serious.

It was as if the end of the world had come. I wished he could feed me water and medicine personally.

"No need for an injection. I'll just take some medicine and have a good sleep and I'll be fine."

"Okay."

Perhaps it was the tutoring he received since childhood that helped Duan Baiting always have a high tolerance for patients.

Song Wanyue frequently took advantage of her status as a patient and pressed her limits.

He was not allowed to walk or read, and was asked to stay with her.

Duan Baiting agreed to all of them.

She had just taken the medicine, but it didn't work immediately. She still felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

I felt chills all over my body and covering myself with a blanket didn't help.

She looked at Duan Baiting with tears in her eyes: "Tingting, I'm still so cold."

He tucked the quilt in for her and took out the remote control to raise the room temperature.

However, Song Wanyue reached out to unbutton his shirt: "Use your body to warm me."

Duan Baiting: "..."

He took her restless hands away from himself, put on his torn shirt, and reminded her in a deep voice: "Just behave yourself when you are sick."

Alcohol makes cowards brave, and Miss Song herself is brave.

It's like giving her another layer of BUFF.

Now I have the additional identity of a patient. If I don't use my privileges, I would be a fool.

"What should I do if I'm very cold?" Her voice was a little nasal, soft and delicate.

Looking up at him, the corners of his eyes were red and his nose was also red.

The clothes she was wearing were prepared by the hotel, a champagne-colored La Perla bathrobe.

Inside is a suspender long skirt in the same color.

The texture is soft and close to the skin.

Because of her previous action, the nightgown had already slipped off her shoulders.

The nightgown underneath was held together by only two extremely thin straps, revealing her deep collarbone and swan neck that was slender and fair.

The skin after SPA is more delicate and smooth than before.

Song Wanyue sniffed: "People talk about the seven-year itch. We've only been married for a short time, and you don't like me anymore?"

He really couldn't understand her way of thinking, but he still patiently coaxed her to sleep first.

"It's normal to have a cold and chills. Drink some hot water, lie down and don't move."

"No." Once her stubborn temper came up, it was more than just indulgence.

He was arrogant and willful, and he wanted to get out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Don't be bullied by him.

Duan Baiting took two steps to catch up with her, his brows slightly frowned, his tone a little stern: "It's eleven o'clock, and it's snowing heavily outside. Where can you go now?"

Song Wanyue shook off his hand: "Don't worry about it, I have somewhere to go."

Duan Baiting pressed his forehead, his tone helpless: "Is it like this at home?"

"It's not like this at home. No matter what I say, my parents will listen to me."

It seems that the problem lies with her parents.

She dotes on you unconditionally and is reluctant to punish you even if you make mistakes. She will lose her temper if something doesn't go her way.

Considering that she was still a patient, Duan Baiting did not use any harsh measures, but went over and locked the door.

"Don't even think about going anywhere tonight. Get some rest." He said in a tone that brooked no room for argument.

Song Wanyue said nothing, lowered her head, and stood there motionless.

He was silent for a moment, and his faint sigh represented his compromise. He had already unknowingly followed the old path of her parents' unprincipled doting.

"Go lie down on the bed before I regret it."

Song Wanyue was stunned at first, then looked up.

Seeing him turn and walk towards the bedroom, she unbuttoned her shirt with one hand.

Miss Song, who thought that "I only need to be coaxed," immediately smiled and said, "It would have been great if it had happened earlier."

She ran back to the bedroom excitedly, kicked off her slippers and climbed onto the bed.

Looking at him with a smile.

Duan Baiting looked helpless as he sat down beside her and covered her with the quilt.

Song Wanyue hugged his body as she wished, and did not forget to apologize to him: "I was also wrong just now, Duan Baiting, I apologize to you, I am too willful sometimes."

He did not react much, just a low "hmm" in his throat.

She turned over in his arms and carefully took his hand: "I just... want you to pamper me more, Duan Baiting, I like the feeling of being coaxed by you. Duan Baiting

lowered his head and glanced at her right hand that was tightly clasped in her palm.

Her hand was very soft, as if she had no bones. The fever caused by the cold made her whole body in a burning state.

The effect of the medicine began to take effect slowly, and she was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting.

Duan Baiting passed his arm over her and lowered his head.

Seeing this, Song Wanyue's heart was numb, but she still covered her mouth.

"It will be contagious to you. "

Her face was full of worry, which made him couldn't help but chuckle.

He reached out and turned off the light.

In the dark night, Song Wanyue heard his gentle words: "Go to sleep. "

Sleepyness completely swept over her entire senses.

That night, she had a deep dream. In the dream, she was taken by her mother to attend Grandpa Duan's funeral.

She had met Grandpa Duan several times, the old man who was intimidating without anger.

At an age when she didn't understand what aura meant, Song Wanyue only knew that once she got close to him, she would feel inexplicably timid.

She didn't dare to look up, nor did she dare to look him in the eye.

Only once did he take the initiative to talk to her and asked her age.

She answered timidly.

The old man smiled and said that he had a grandson who was three years older than her and was living alone abroad.

Curiosity overcame fear, and she bravely asked him: "Alone? Aren't his parents with him?"

"His parents don't like him, so no one wants to take care of him."

Song Wanyue was stunned. As a princess who had lived in a castle since she was a child, she could not understand why there were parents in the world who did not love their own children.

She asked innocently: "Grandpa, you don't care about him either?"

He smiled and shook his head: "Grandpa doesn't like him either."

The scene changed to the funeral.

It was raining that day. Song Wanyue was attracted by the flowers in the yard and ran to take a few photos.

On the way back, I met a brother who was tall, cold and noble.

He was wearing a smart black suit and a white mourning band on his arm.

Maybe he received a call from someone and turned back in a hurry.

Song Wanyue looked at him and felt that he had become one with this gloomy rainy day.

His eyes were calm, but that calmness was not the strength in the face of suffering.

It is a kind of indifference, an indifference to everything around.

Then Song Wanyue woke up.

The scenes in the dream actually happened and are still vivid in my mind.

Her first impression of Duan Baiting was that he was pitiful.

My parents don't love me, and my grandpa doesn't love me.

He was thrown abroad at such a young age to fend for himself.

Coupled with the bloody rumors he had heard about the Duan family in the past, it added a touch of bitterness to his life.

So it is not without reason that this person's temperament is so twisted now.

It seems that there is still a long way to go to influence him with beauty.

Song Wanyue sat on the bed and sighed repeatedly.

He was no longer in the bedroom.

The waiter brought breakfast, which was both Chinese and Western style and was particularly rich.

Song Wanyue experienced Cixi's luxurious life and tried a little bit of everything. I plan to leave the rest to Duan Baiting.

After eating and drinking, I remembered to call Duan Baiting.

As soon as the other party answered the phone, she started complaining.

"Where did you go, leaving a sick person alone?"

It was very quiet on his end, unusually quiet, as if he had deliberately found a quiet place to answer her call.

"There's a shopping district nearby. I'll ask the driver to pick you up and you can walk around the area. I'll go back after I finish dealing with things here."

He did not forget to remind her, "Remember to wear more clothes. You can't stand the cold now."

In that case, Song Wanyue couldn't postpone it and nodded in agreement reluctantly.

She went shopping in SKP with the card given to her by Duan Baiting.

She doesn't have to carry the things herself, they will be sent directly to her home.

The SAs of these high-end luxury brands usually treat each client differently based on the client's situation. Song Wanyue is a VIC client of the brand and usually receives invitations to fashion shows directly.

Including flying to Paris to watch the show, all itineraries are fully covered by the brand.

As soon as I entered the store, I was directly arranged to the VIP room.

Models wearing new clothes and carrying new bags walked the runway in front of her.

Song Wanyue recovered from a serious illness, but she still felt a little weak. She lazily sat on the sofa drinking coffee.

He raised his hand and pointed randomly: "This, and this. Apart from these two, pack up the rest for me."

He used to spend money without blinking an eye at home, not to mention that he now has someone to support him.

If you don't have a credit limit on your card, you can buy as much as you want.

Finally, I picked out a few sets of jewelry.

Before leaving, I saw the silver tie clip on the counter.

He pointed casually and said, "Please pack this for me too."

Duan Baiting arrived half an hour ago. Song Wanyue was doing hand care at that time and did not answer his call.

By the time I saw the missed call, an hour had passed.

There is another message below.

[Duan Baiting: B2 parking lot, come directly here when you are done. 】

I actually made him wait for an hour, and I don't know if he was angry or not.

Song Wanyue felt guilty for a rare moment.

After getting out of the elevator, follow the driver's lead to find the parking space.

Duan Baiting usually drives the black Cullinan when he goes out.

The car window rolled down, and the man who had been waiting for a long time saw his wife, dressed in jewels and precious stones, carrying the rare leather Birkin, like a little peacock returning from hunting.

She opened the car door and the scent of jasmine on her body spread inside the car.

All the prey she "captured" was held in the hands of the driver behind her.

I opened the trunk door and put it down carefully, afraid of bumping it.

These are some clothes and bags, and they are in stock in the store.

The remaining jewellery and limited editions that need to be transferred from the headquarters will have to wait for some time.

I originally thought that Duan Baiting would at least be a little angry, angry at me for making him wait for so long.

After all, this person has no patience and a bad temper.

In the end, he said nothing, but just touched her forehead to see if the fever had subsided.

When the fever subsided, he looked away, started the car and prepared to leave.

Song Wanyue gave him the tie clip she bought casually as if she was presenting a treasure, saying that she had carefully selected it.

He lowered his eyes and took a look: "Well, leave it there."

His tone was indifferent and his reaction was also indifferent.

Song Wanyue snorted in dissatisfaction in her heart. She had told him that they were carefully selected, but he didn't react at all.

Although it was a gift I bought for him using his credit card.

But she swiped the card herself, so it was sincere enough.

But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll be more generous and not argue with him.

She sent the photos to Shizuka to share her spoils of the day with her.

Shizuka saw the breast chain at a glance.

Several thin silver chains were tied from the neck down to the chest.

It has no shielding effect and can only provide a cosmetic effect.

It can be paired with a suspender or a tube top skirt.

Of course, you can also wear it directly inside to add some interest to the couple.

[Shizuka: This is too sexy. Remember to let me see the effect picture when the time comes. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: That won't do, it would be spreading obscene and pornographic content. 】

Soon, she sent a voice message.

Song Wanyue clicked it and put it to her ear, but she forgot to switch to the earpiece to play it.

Shizuka's powerful accusation echoed in the car.

"You've changed. Now you only show the good things to Duan Baiting!"

Fortunately, he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said.

Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bit of traffic jam at this point, and it took several minutes to move forward a short distance.

Duan Baiting asked casually, "What good stuff?"

Song Wanyue kept it a secret, "I can't tell you now, I'll let you open your eyes later."

She was typing, preparing to reply to Shizuka.

The next second, another message came.

——By the way, Zhou Wenyang has come to North City.