5

After Sister Tao resigned, several other people in the department followed suit.

The Ministry of Justice can be said to have undergone a major reshuffle.

In order to save money, Xiao He usually brings his prepared meals from home.

Perhaps to thank Song Wanyue for driving him yesterday, he also made a special portion for her.

Song Wanyue was "tortured" the whole night yesterday. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and dozed off at her workstation.

Xiao He came over to wake her up and asked her why she felt like all her yang energy had been sucked out.

She sat up weakly, opened the coffee beside her, bit the straw and took a big sip, and corrected him: "My Yin energy has been sucked dry."

Xiao He was silent for a few seconds, looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he carefully leaned close to her ear: "What is your relationship with Mr. Duan, and why did he drive to block you yesterday?"

Song Wanyue answered without changing her expression: "He was attracted to me and wanted to pursue me."

Xiao He was so shocked that he was speechless.

Song Wanyue sometimes thought he was quite cute, cute in a silly way.

He believes everything others say. If I tell him now that the end of the world is coming, he will probably immediately ask for leave to go home and pack his luggage, ready to escape at any time.

People from the neighboring department came to visit and were gossiping in front: "I heard that President Duan will be here today, and Secretary Qin and several assistants are here."

"Doesn't President Duan never care about our company? Why does he come so often recently?"

"Maybe the Overseas Department is not so busy, so it focuses on the domestic market."

"I didn't see him in person yesterday. Is President Duan as handsome as he is in the photo?"

The discussion was very excited.

There is a photo of him on the company's official website, but because it is a group photo, his face is not very clear.

But just from the vague outline and figure, you can tell that he is a very handsome guy.

When others wear haute couture, the clothes complement the person, but when he wears haute couture, he complements the clothes.

The black suit fits him neatly, with a distinct inverted triangle figure, a thin waist, broad shoulders and long legs.

Her waistline was almost higher than the chest of the man taking a photo with her.

The girl who replied happened to be delivering some information yesterday, so she had a chance to take a look: "He is much more handsome than in the photo. His aura is so strong that others are shocked and retreat away from him. Even Vice President Liu, who usually acts domineering, doesn't even dare to breathe in front of him."

Several employees looked expectant, probably longing for an office romance where a domineering president falls in love with me.

Song Wanyue gulped down a cup of coffee and her mind finally became a little clearer.

What does their conversation mean? Is Duan Baiting here to talk? Or will Duan Baiting come to talk all the time in the future?

In the afternoon, the new manager of the legal department came to hand over the work.

She was transferred from another place and is a strong woman like Sister Tao. But she seems more businesslike than Sister Tao.

The new official made three big moves when he took office. As soon as he arrived at the company, he gave two interns, Song Wanyue and Xiao He, a good scolding.

Half an hour later, the two men walked out of the office dejectedly.

Even Song Wanyue, who was always optimistic, became unconfident after being criticized by her.

The manager called Song Wanyue alone, handed her a contract, and asked her to take it to the president's office.

"It's the acquisition contract for Huifeng Building Materials."

When Song Wanyue went over, the office door was open.

Duan Baiting was wearing a neat suit, but he didn't look as serious as usual.

With his coat open and a lazy posture, he stood leaning against the black desk, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

Tanyi's building is located in the heart of CBD, and you can see the Bund on the other side of the lake.

This transatlantic call was from his classmate in the UK: "Have you decided to settle down in China this time?"

Duan Baiting smiled faintly: "Almost."

The man whistled and spoke with a smile: "I heard that you got married some time ago, and I thought there was not much love. Kian, when you have time, bring your sister-in-law to us to meet her and see what kind of beauty she is that can even win your heart." Faced with

this teasing joke, he did not refute.

He just replied: "If there is a chance."

Song Wanyue knocked on the door outside: "Mr. Duan."

He turned around and saw her waiting outside in a professional suit, holding the contract and the rules.

After ending the call, Duan Baiting slowly buttoned up the front of his suit, turned his chair and sat down.

It has returned to its former meticulousness.

For some reason, every time she met him in the company, Song Wanyue always felt intimidated and restrained.

Even if he said nothing.

It's probably the food chain suppression in nature.

Song Wanyue handed him the contract with both hands.

Duan Baiting took it and started to read it.

As if asking casually, "Have you thought about what to eat for lunch?"

He didn't look up at her when he asked this. Eyes still on the contract.

"My colleague brought me lunch." She added, "He cooked it himself."

"He?" Duan Baiting stopped and looked up calmly, "Is he a male or a female?"

Song Wanyue said honestly, "He is a male."

"The one who was in your car yesterday?"

She nodded.

The office was silent.

Song Wanyue could almost hear her own heartbeat.

Duan Baiting stopped talking and continued to look through the documents calmly.

If they were at home, they would be husband and wife, on the same level.

But now it's the company, he is the boss and the judge of all matters.

And I am just an intern with little influence.

How dare I touch upon something that is too great?

Since Duan Baiting didn't say anything, she could only continue to stand here.

Not knowing how much time had passed, she reached out and rubbed her thighs which were beginning to feel sore, and said in a aggrieved voice, "Duan Baiting, my legs hurt from standing."

It had only been five minutes.

He checked the time and closed the cap on the pen in his hand: "Go downstairs and order two meals for me."

Isn't this his secretary's job?

I grumbled in my mind but said nothing.

But...

"Order two?"

He nodded: "One is for you."

Official business must be handled officially, and everything must be clarified: "The company should reimburse the money for the meal, right?"

She can treat her colleagues to a meal, but Duan Baiting is an evil capitalist who spends hundreds of millions in one night. She must settle every penny with him.

Even though the hundreds of millions he spent were now worn around her neck.

Duan Baiting took out a card from his wallet and handed it to her: "There is no upper limit on the amount."

Song Wanyue asked further: "Do I need to return it to you after ordering the meal?"

"No."

She shook the hard black card in her hand and suddenly felt like someone was keeping her.

Although her parents don't lack her pocket money on weekdays, they still control her monthly spending.

I'm afraid she'll develop a habit of spending money lavishly.

Her mother said that children should be loved and pampered, but not beyond that limit, otherwise it would become spoiling.

So now, she is spoiled by Duan Baiting?

-Song

Wanyue went to the western restaurant downstairs and ordered two meals. Seeing that there were few people in the McDonald's next door, she went in and bought a spicy chicken burger meal.

I happened to meet Xiao He who was buying coffee.

The two men met each other. Xiao He saw that she was carrying so many meals in her hands and asked her, "How can you eat so much by yourself?"

Song Wanyue said, "And one more is for Mr. Duan."

Xiao He almost bit his tongue out of fright, "Duan... Mr. Duan asked you to order meals for him?"

"Yes." She deliberately took out the black card and shook it in front of him, "He also gave me this, saying that he has no credit limit. Do you think he wants to support me?" I

had only seen black cards on TV before, but I didn't expect to see it in real life today.

Xiao He was shocked but still tried it himself: "Let me touch it, let me touch it."

Song Wanyue thought he was really funny. She raised her finger and put the card into her coat pocket: "No, what if it gets broken?"

She recently found that teasing him was a very fun thing.

In front of Xiao He, he entered the president's special elevator openly.

When the elevator door closed, she admired with satisfaction the look of shock on his face that made him speechless.

I picked up the food and went into the president's office, where Duan Baiting was answering the phone.

The conversation was all in English, but with her level of English, she could only understand the general idea.

It's work-related matters.

According to what Song Wanyue knows so far, there is very little information about Duan Baiting. He grew up in the UK and his original development focus was also there.

The reason I returned to China is because I have some ancestral properties here that need to be taken care of.

But now, he seems to be intent on shifting his focus back to the country.

By the half-open window, the cigar in his hand was half burned.

There is an ashtray next to it.

The way he spoke English was a little different from usual, his laziness, which he could control at will, made his coolness fade a little.

It's more of a gentle, elegant gentleman feeling.

He flicked the ash with his slender fingers and chuckled, "Sure."

His peripheral vision just happened to linger on the door, and he looked over.

Song Wanyue was waiting there with the food.

He glanced at her fingers that had turned white from being rubbed by the handle of the plastic bag, crushed the cigar, and put the ashtray far away.

The air purification system in the office is on all day, and the slight smell of smoke quickly dissipates.

Song Wanyue was still waiting there obediently for his instructions.

Duan Baiting pointed inside, motioning her to go in first.

That was Duan Baiting's lounge.

Being able to eat inside is always better than having to go back to your workstation to eat.

Song Wanyue didn't struggle at all and obediently went in with the food.

He was so hungry that he put Duan Baiting's portion aside and prepared to feast on it.

In the past, her parents were very strict at home and didn't allow her to touch unhealthy food like McDonald's.

Now that I have finally left home and out of my parents' sight, I can finally eat whatever I want without any worries.

The sense of ritual before eating is essential. She wiped her hands carefully with disinfectant tissue and then opened the lunch box.

Along with the lunch box, the door to the lounge also opened.

Duan Baiting had taken off his coat after answering the phone.

The dark grey shirt made him look cool and noble, making him look unattainable.

Song Wanyue called out hello, Mr. Duan.

Unlike the serious tone in the office, the tone now was deliberately flirtatious.

She has a pretty face that is harmless to both humans and animals, charming but not vulgar, and seductive but not coquettish.

When looking at people, he likes to stare into their eyes.

She knows her strengths well and knows how to make the most of them.

In the past, if someone was looked at by her like this, they would not be able to hold out for more than ten seconds and would quickly look away with a red face.

Duan Baiting, on the other hand, met her gaze calmly and gave her advice: "If your eyes are dry, you can put some eye drops. I have them in my drawer."

The smile on Song Wanyue's face froze a little, and then she thanked him with gritted teeth.

"Thank you, Mr. Duan, for your kindness!"

Duan Baiting raised the corners of his lips into an imperceptible arc and lowered his head to clean up the mess after work.

Song Wanyue ordered him a Nicoise salad at the French restaurant downstairs.

Duan Baiting is a man who has no appetite, completely different from Song Wanyue.

-He

glanced at the fast food in front of Song Wanyue and frowned slightly: "Is this your lunch?"

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty.

Her family usually doesn't allow her to eat these unhealthy fast foods.

I was just thinking about how I had finally escaped from my parents' sight, but I forgot about Duan Baiting.

Could it be that he wanted to be a spy for her parents?

Mama's girl Song Wanyue clenched the piece of chicken that had just been dipped in sauce in her hand a little awkwardly.

"I...I just smelled it. I ordered salad and I'll eat that."

She put the chicken nuggets back into the box aggrievedly, tears almost coming out.

Seeing her like this, Duan Baiting stopped what he was about to say.

His expression relaxed: "Eating too much fried chicken will make you thirsty. I'll ask Secretary Qin to pour you a glass of water."

Song Wanyue was stunned. This was a sequel she had not expected.

He dialed the internal line of the president's office, and soon, Secretary Qin came in with two cups of brewed tea.

He was not surprised at all when he saw Song Wanyue in Duan Baiting's lounge.

She brought the tea over: "Miss Song, if you are not used to drinking tea, I will make you a cup of coffee."

Song Wanyue smelled the tea: "No, I like drinking tea. Thank you."

Song Wanyue grew up in the south, and the tea culture in her hometown has a long history.

Because her grandmother loved drinking tea, Song Wanyue was influenced by her and also started to like drinking tea.

She took a sip and found it delicious.

She asked Duan Baiting: "Where did you buy this tea?"

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Do you like it?"

The tone of his voice was always very calm, without any ups and downs.

My grandfather once said that such people are thoughtful and cunning, and it is not easy to make close friends with them.

But no matter how difficult it was to become close friends, grandpa still married her to him.

"I think my grandma would like it, so I want to buy some for her."

After finishing her tea, she went on to drink Coke, with no taboos on taste.

Duan Baiting's gaze stayed on the Coke for a few seconds.

He looked away and hummed softly.

"I'll have someone send it there in a few days."

Song Wanyue suddenly understood why her mother always envied other people's sons-in-law.

It seems that this is the only good thing about it. You can send some gifts to your elders every now and then to show your respect to them.

Song Wanyue has had no resistance to delicious food since she was a child and wants to eat everything she sees.

Her greatest strength is that she is not picky about food.

She looked at the Nicoise salad in front of Duan Baiting and thought it seemed quite delicious.

Her eyes were too straightforward, and I could tell what she was thinking without her saying anything.

Duan Baiting pushed the bowl over.

Song Wanyue raised her eyes and bit the tip of her chopsticks: "What are you doing..."

He raised his chin slightly: "Not eating?"

Song Wanyue was still a little embarrassed: "Are you full?"

Duan Baiting said briefly and put down his chopsticks: "Yeah, I'm full."

He wanted to tell her that he had touched the food next to him, so she could move it aside and eat the food on the side.

But Song Wanyue picked up a piece of tuna and put it into her mouth.

Duan Baiting's eyes deepened. His chopsticks had touched that place.