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Duan Baiting exhaled a puff of gray-white smoke, holding it between his slender fingers, and looked from top to bottom.

Because of the backlight, his facial expression was difficult to discern, and his tone and manner were cold: "Manager Sun, how can you be sure that the other person is not single?"

These words stunned Manager Sun for a moment.

First, I did not ask her about her current relationship status in advance.

Second, Mr. Duan actually took the initiative to talk to him about this matter.

The only interaction between me and this big shot is at work. Even when talking about work, I report unilaterally.

Not to mention that in private, there was a huge difference in social class between the two. At the company, that's when they're closest.

Secretary Qin next to him quietly stepped aside, away from the dispute between the men.

Manager Sun smiled awkwardly and said, "I am indeed presumptuous, but seeing that she usually keeps to herself, I guess she doesn't have a boyfriend. After all, if I were a man, and had such a beautiful and outstanding girlfriend, even if we were not in the same company, the sense of crisis as a man would make me visit her every day."

"Really?"

His tone was indifferent. He bit the cigarette, took another puff, and then stomped it out with his foot. He bent down, picked up the half-empty cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can.

The driver drove the car to the door, Duan Baiting walked down the steps, and Manager Sun heard him say lightly, "It seems that her boyfriend needs to visit her every day."

Secretary Qin followed and smiled at Manager Sun who was completely stunned: "Then we'll leave first."

Manager Sun repeatedly pondered the words Duan Baiting said before he left, as well as the tone of his voice when he spoke.

Could it be that he and Song Wanyue...

Song Wanyue's appetite has improved recently. She used to only eat two meals a day, but now she eats four meals a day.

Xiao He is a typical family-loving man who prepares meals and brings them to the company every day.

Song Wanyue fell in love with the sweet and sour pork ribs he made after she tasted them once. From then on, he would prepare an extra one every day.

While eating the sweet and sour pork ribs he made, Song Wanyue gave him a thumbs up and said, "With someone like you, do you still have to worry about not being able to get married?"

"What?" Xiao He muttered, "I'm a man, how can I get married?"

Song Wanyue liked to tease him. In her opinion, the most fun thing was to tease the old-fashioned man and the innocent girl together.

She raised her arm and put it on his shoulder: "Why don't you marry me and be my little wife."

She didn't know when the office became quiet. She glanced around and saw that everyone who had been slacking off just now suddenly started working very seriously.

Even Brother Su, who was always the calmest and most dignified, seemed a little uneasy, as if a cat had met a tiger.

Coming out of the tea room, he lowered his head and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Duan."

This address gave Song Wanyue a knowing blow.

She turned around suddenly and saw a man in a suit and tie appeared at the door of the Legal Department.

He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door. His brows were calm and his expression was indifferent.

His appearance undoubtedly made the atmosphere within a hundred miles around him become much more solemn.

The extremely strong aura he exuded forced everyone to not dare to breathe.

The sudden appearance of the big boss has made everyone prepare for danger.

You know, he never sets foot in such places. He always sits in the president's office, waiting for others to find him.

Thinking of the great turmoil that the Legal Department experienced last year, everyone felt uneasy. Could it be that there was a problem with the contract again?

The one who was most frightened was Brother Su, whose hands holding the cup couldn't stop shaking.

He was unaware of the coffee spilling out: "Duan... Mr. Duan, is there something wrong with the contract?"

The project contract with Zhisheng Technology was taken to the President's Office yesterday, and Mr. Duan came here on his own initiative today. It seems...

there is a big problem.

Brother Su's face turned pale as he calculated his monthly expenses in his mind.

Car loans, mortgages, plus all the family expenses, add up to tens of thousands a month.

If I lose this job, everything will be gone.

He was torn between his conscience and his desires, but the man standing in front of him remained calm.

A refined temperament, cold and noble.

I don't know where his eyes are looking, his eyes are deep.

The two people who were locked in gazes had stopped their teasing long ago. Xiao He felt a tingling sensation on his back and asked Song Wanyue in a low voice: "Do you think Mr. Duan heard what happened just now?"

Song Wanyue pretended to be calm and took a sip of tea: "Did you hear anything?"

The jasmine tea in the cup was filled for her by Duan Baiting before she went out today.

He said that drinking tea can also help refresh the mind, but it should be drunk during the day and try to drink less in the afternoon.

Xiao He lowered his voice even lower than before: "Didn't you ask me to be your concubine?"

Song Wanyue started to play dumb: "Really?"

"Yes."

She felt a little guilty: "How could I say such a thing? You must have heard it wrong."

Xiao He nodded and let her wish her luck: "I hope I'm the only one who heard it wrong, and the big guy standing at the door had better not have heard it wrong."

The man said nothing, but his mere appearance made the temperature in the department drop sharply.

Everyone had a grim look on their faces, and the sound of typing on the keyboard was trembling.

Xiao He couldn't bear it any longer and kicked Song Wanyue under the table: "Hurry up and take this big Buddha away. If you don't leave, our department will be frozen into Frozen. Look at Brother Su, he's shaking like a sieve."

Song Wanyue glanced towards the door cautiously. Duan Baiting should have been looking at her, so her eyes immediately met his.

She felt a chill on her back and quickly lowered her head.

His expression was obviously very indifferent, not even one-tenth of what it was when he was in the meeting.

"I... I'm scared too."

Xiao He took a deep breath and felt that the air in the department had become thinner: "But you can't let all of us be buried with you."

Seeing Su Ge's condition, Song Wanyue really couldn't hold on for another ten minutes.

He sighed, and finally got up and went out obediently.

She walked past Duan Baiting without looking at him and secretly tugged at the hem of his clothes.

She walked ahead without looking back. After a while, she heard the sound of unhurried footsteps behind her and she breathed a sigh of relief.

On the terrace outside the building, the plants are distributed in a regular pattern.

It is already late spring, the temperature is just right, neither too cold nor too hot, and the breeze is gentle.

Song Wanyue stopped only after confirming that no one would disturb her.

Duan Baiting sat down on the bench next to him, his long legs stretched naturally under his trousers. He unbuttoned the front buttons of his suit jacket with one hand, revealing a dark gray shirt underneath. The Egyptian cotton material was soft and textured.

When he's in a bad mood, he becomes silent, as if that's what an emotionally stable adult should be like.

Negative emotions are digested by oneself and will not affect the people around you.

He hasn't said a word from now until now.

Song Wanyue saw him light a cigarette, but before he could take the second puff, she took it away.

She put out the cigarette on the box above the trash can next to her.

Duan Baiting looked up nonchalantly.

Song Wanyue said, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

He nodded and put the lighter back into his trouser pocket.

But unexpectedly, Song Wanyue would not let go of even this. She walked up to him, put her hand into his trouser pocket, and fumbled around randomly.

After touching the rough and hard lighter, he didn't stop and seemed to be looking for a second rough and hard one.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to stop her: "How can you do this in the company?"

She looked innocent: "If you have the guts, don't be tough."

The clouds above her head were like expanded cotton, covering the sun in large clumps.

The entire terrace is hidden in the shade.

Duan Baiting let go of his hand helplessly: "Well, I'm cowardly."

Seeing that the atmosphere was finally broken, Song Wanyue took the initiative to admit her mistake to him: "I was just joking. How could I find a concubine? My heart can only hold you."

"Really?" Duan Baiting sat back in his chair, his expression calm, and his tone of voice was also nonchalant, as if he was asking casually, "Then what about the person who sends you flowers every day?"

"Ah?" Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, and thought about it for a while before she remembered.

It turns out that this is what Duan Baiting really cares about.

"I don't even know who sent it. If I knew, I would have thrown the flowers in his face right away."

Duan Baiting's expression looked a little better: "Not to the point of throwing them in his face." "

Do you know who it was?" Song Wanyue asked.

"You've met someone from the R&D department."

Song Wanyue looked confused: "Ah? When?"

Duan Baiting looked at her face carefully, and confirmed that the confusion in her eyes was not pretended, then he continued: "When he was in the predicament of forgetting his wallet and his mobile phone was out of battery, it was you who rescued him and paid for him."

It was difficult for her to search her mind over and over again for this kind of experience that was forgotten as soon as it happened.

It happened half a month ago, and Song Wanyue finally remembered: "He was standing at the cashier counter that day. I was in a hurry to pay the bill and was only ten minutes away from being late, so I paid for him. Who would have thought that he would fall in love with me because of these twenty-eight yuan.

Duan Baiting's tone was neither salty nor bland: "You even remember how much it was. " "

Hasn't American style always been twenty-eight? "

This guy is always jealous in a suppressed way, as if it is naturally fermenting in a sealed bottle. Once the bottle cap is opened, the sourness is dozens of times that of ordinary vinegar.

Song Wanyue teased him, "It turns out that the high and mighty Mr. Duan can also be petty sometimes. If your subordinates knew about this, what would they think of you? "

He remained calm: "I'm just exercising my normal power. "

"Are you calm now?

He answered truthfully: "I'm not angry. " "

His expression and eyes were indeed as indifferent as usual.

Song Wanyue nodded: "But there are indeed a lot of people chasing me. Besides him, there are also..."

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and even interrupted her: "Who else? "

Song Wanyue was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

She laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.

"How can Xiao Tingting be so cute? If I had known you looked so cute when you were jealous, I should have let you be more jealous earlier. "

Duan Baiting's temples tightened and he took a deep breath; "Song Wanyue. "

Song Wanyue smiled sweetly, put her arms around his neck and took the initiative to show her goodwill, and spoke to him in a sweet and coquettish voice. She

was always good at finding his weakness in this regard: "You're wrong, you're wrong, I shouldn't tease you. I will keep my distance from these people in the future. If he sends me flowers again, I will go straight to him and tell him that I have a husband, and that I love my husband very much and that my mind is full of him. "

She rubbed against his shoulders and neck, causing wrinkles on his shirt and suit.

Occasionally, her lips would linger on his slender neck, sucking and biting.

Until the man finally responded, he put his arms around her waist and hugged her.

Duan Baiting glanced at her empty ring finger: "You don't want to make our relationship public, but you have to wear the wedding ring. "

The reason why she didn't wear it was not because she wanted to hide her married status, but because she felt it was too ostentatious.

Such a big diamond, a one-of-a-kind piece. The sky-high price was visibly visible to the naked eye.

Although judging by her usual dress, everyone in the department knew that her family was wealthy.

But she was far from going out with a ring worth hundreds of millions on her hand.

Duan Baiting stroked her ring finger with his fingertips: "Then I'll order another pair that's not so exaggerated. "

Song Wanyue responded with a smile: "Okay, whatever you say. "

Duan Baiting raised the corners of his lips and finally smiled.

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The company has been quite busy recently. It is said that Mr. Duan disappears for a while every day. When he comes back, either his shirt collar is messy or there are kiss marks on his neck and behind his ears.

People in the company are speculating that Mr. Duan's secret lover must be an internal employee of the company.

As for who it is, it remains to be investigated.

Another thing that no one cares about is the transfer of the position of the R&D manager. It is said that he has been transferred to other branches.

The original position is retained, but it is no longer in the headquarters.

Song Wanyue's workstation is finally quiet, and no one sends her flowers on time anymore.

During lunch in the afternoon, Song Wanyue received a call from home. Her father was coming to Beicheng to attend a full moon banquet held by an old friend for his grandson.

He planned to stop by to see his home.

"Is Baiting at home? "

Since the last incident, the family's impression of Duan Baiting has improved a lot. Although they are not too close, at least they are not resistant to him.

Song Wanyue thought about his erratic whereabouts. When he was busy, even she rarely saw him.

There was some uncertainty in her words: "He should be here. "

"What do you mean should be there? "Dad's tone sounded a little excited," I got two bottles of white wine from your Uncle Huang. His performance was unstable last time. I didn't expect that the little bastard could drink so well. We must win this time. "

Song Wanyue was speechless: "As an elder, do you think it's interesting to argue about this with a junior? "

When she got home that day, Song Wanyue went to the study room hesitantly.

Duan Baiting's new project was headquartered in Italy, and he had been traveling back and forth between the two countries almost every day.

As the exam was approaching, Song Wanyue would study in his study room every day.

Duan Baiting would sometimes go to the living room by himself for fear of disturbing her.

It was the same today. Because there was a cross-border video conference in half an hour, Duan Baiting was afraid of distracting her, so he packed up and prepared to move to another place with his computer.

Song Wanyue held his hand and looked up, wanting to say something but stopping herself: "That..."

Realizing that she had something to say, Duan Baiting stopped: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanyue scratched her head, a little embarrassed to speak: "My dad...he came to Beicheng to attend the full moon banquet held by my uncle for his grandson, and said he wanted to visit us by the way."

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, put down the computer and sat down again: "Well, I'll ask Aunt Qin to prepare it."

"My dad also brought two bottles of white wine, saying that he didn't beat you in drinking last time. You should drink less then, okay?"

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Duan Baiting smiled: "Are you afraid that I will drink too much?"

She nodded honestly: "It's too painful after being drunk."

It is because of personal experience that one knows how painful it is.

Doing stupid things and having blackouts are no big deal; the headache after waking up from the alcohol is the most unbearable.

He said casually: "If drinking a little wine can make your family have a better impression of me."

Song Wanyue said: "That's nothing, who relies on drinking to change the impression."

She pouted, full of dissatisfaction with her father. The last time was the only time she saw Duan Baiting drunk.

Duan Baiting listened to her chattering for a long time with a serious look in his eyes, then he lowered his eyes and curled his lips with a smile.

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Of course." She didn't hide anything. If human love is expressed in numbers, then she gave him ten points out of a total of ten points of love, but the vigorous love she showed exceeded one hundred points.

God gave humans the ability to speak and use body language to help them express their emotions.

Song Wanyue never hesitates to express her love.

"You should drink less, don't make me worry."

Duan Baiting is actually not good at responding to other people's love, he has too little.

The biggest reason comes from his personality. Too introverted and too deep, always with a calm appearance but emotions hidden deep inside.

His current status and his past situations have destined him to be unable to express his emotions freely.

He thinks he can handle anything with ease.

It was just like the inheritance dispute many years ago. He was the final winner, but everyone felt that he was the pitiful one.

But in fact, he is the manipulator behind the scenes and the winner of the chess game.

There are deep and shallow cunning people, but he seems to be in a vast ocean.

After three thousand meters there is a second and third three thousand meters.

What the other person can see is only what he is willing to be seen by the other person.

But, now.

Song Wanyue smiled and kissed him, telling him not to worry about her.

He lowered his eyes, held the person in his arms, and really felt like he was walking on solid ground.

No longer a vain seabed.

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Dad arrived in the evening and Duan Baiting postponed all his plans.

The chef in the house was specially hired from Shanghai to cater to Song Wanyue's taste.

The large table of dishes we cook now are all local Shanghai dishes.

Once a man sits down at the table, no matter how big the gap is, he can temporarily put it aside.

Not to mention that there is the identity of father-in-law and son-in-law between the two.

Song Wanyue had no sense of participation in the whole process. Both of them controlled her and did not allow her to drink.

She could only lower her head and eat.

Whenever Song's father drinks, he loves to talk to others about his daughter's bad habits, and his habit has never changed: "Wanyue speaks later than her peers. At that time, her mother and I were scared. We thought she was dumb and had intellectual problems. We went to the hospital for several check-ups."

"She is spoiled and has been spoiled since she was a child. She won't go out on rainy days because she thinks it's too dirty outside."

"One year she had a quarrel with Yi Jin, and the two of them had a falling out. She wanted to reconcile with her, but she couldn't bring herself to find her actively. She actually spent money to find a fortune teller on the Internet and asked others to tell her when the two of them could reconcile. As a result, she was defrauded of 30,000 yuan. After Yi Jin knew about it, he came to her house to laugh at her, and the relationship between the two was broken."

Song Wanyue didn't expect that such an embarrassing past would be dug up, and she hurriedly got up to cover her father's mouth: "Don't... don't talk nonsense."

She glanced at Duan Baiting evasively, but saw that he had a gentle smile.

She pursed her lips. She had originally intended to keep this matter to herself.

Song's father was obviously drunk later on, and Duan Baiting also drank quite a bit, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

Seeing this, Song Wanyue took the wine away: "Okay, stop drinking."

Song's father stammered: "I haven't finished drinking yet."

Song Wanyue threatened him: "If you drink again, I will call mom and complain."

When he heard that she was going to complain, Song's father spread his hands and begged for mercy.

He drank so much that he couldn't walk, so Song Wanyue could only ask the servants to help him back to his room.

Duan Baiting originally wanted to help, but as soon as he stood up, he staggered back onto the sofa.

Song Wanyue sighed, and after helping her father, she went to help him.

She could only ask Aunt Qin to keep an eye on her father for her.

As for Duan Baiting, he obviously drank more than his father.

After drinking so many glasses of liquor, no matter how good your alcohol tolerance is, you won't be able to handle it.

The maid prepared a hangover soup and Song Wanyue brought it to Duan Baiting to drink. Fortunately, he was very well behaved after getting drunk and would not go west when told to go east.

After feeding him the sobering soup, she put down the empty bowl and asked him if he wanted to vomit.

He shook his head.

Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Can you still walk?"

He nodded and stood up with difficulty. Although his steps were weak, at least he could still take care of himself.

Song Wanyue supported him from the side.

Back in the room, she took off his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

Her fair neck was slightly red at this moment, her collarbone was sunken in shadow, her eyes were a little drunken, and she was looking at her mistily.

As if he finally realized who was standing in front of him, he opened his arms and hugged her, burying his face in her waist.

Song Wanyue lowered her head and touched his head, her tone involuntarily becoming much gentler: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

His voice was low and a little dull: "A little."

Song Wanyue sighed: "You usually manage not to drink a drop of alcohol at drinking parties, why don't you restrain yourself and drink so much at this time."

"It's different." he said.

Song Wanyue was curious: "Why are they different?"

"He is your father."

Song Wanyue was even more puzzled: "Huh?"

Duan Baiting left her waist and abdomen, and the drunkenness in his eyes became more obvious. The difference between white wine and red wine is that the later you drink, the more you get drunk.

His voice was already a little unclear, and his breathing became heavy: "I can care less about what anyone thinks of me, but not your relatives."

Song Wanyue clearly felt her heart contracting. She sat down in front of him, face to face: "Am I so important?"

After getting drunk, he was unusually frank: "Yes, very important."

"How important?"

Duan Baiting did not answer. After a long silence, he shook his head.

He just said, "If I hadn't met you, I might have continued living like this. But now that I've met you, and if you leave again..."

He fell silent again.

Song Wanyue asked: "What will you do if I leave again?"

He leaned on her shoulder, his voice hoarse and painful as if it was burned by flames and polished by sandpaper: "I dare not think about it, don't ask me."

When a person is drunk, all emotions will be opened up.

Happy people become emotional, rational people become crazy, and introverted people become passionate.

This was the first time Song Wanyue saw Duan Baiting speak to her in this tone.

He is fragile and sensitive. It wasn't visible before.

Or maybe, he only becomes sensitive and fragile when facing things related to her.

Song Wanyue's heart softened all of a sudden.

Otherwise, why do they say that men are one-third drunk and can act until you cry.

Song Wanyue knew that he was not acting.

Duan Baiting's arrogance did not allow him to use his emotions to gain sympathy.

Song Wanyue fed him water several times. Fortunately, he was very well behaved after being drunk. He neither went crazy nor vomited.

He just lay there quietly, occasionally closing his eyes and staying quiet for a long time, and occasionally opening his eyes to look at her sitting next to him.

Then he held her hand, placed it in his palm and rubbed it.

Song Wanyue knew that he was worried that she would leave.

So she smiled and told him, "Sleep well, I won't leave you."

He shook his head and sat up on the bed with his elbows: "I'm not sleepy."

Song Wanyue hurriedly put a pillow behind him so that he could lean on it more comfortably: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

He still shook his head: "Not bad."

She saw that his condition had indeed recovered a lot, but he was still drunk.

"If you can't sleep, why don't you watch some TV?"

He nodded: "Okay."

But he seldom watches TV, and when he does, he only watches some financial channels.

"I'll read to you?"

He still nodded: "Okay."

Song Wanyue understood that now no matter what she said, he would nod obediently.

What a cute big golden retriever this is.

She resisted the urge to hug him and give him a good squeeze.

Suddenly I thought of the work I had not yet completed. Anyway...he couldn't sleep either.

She had evil thoughts and brought the computer: "Then let me test you."

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Su Ge praised Song Wanyue highly and asked her if she had secretly gone somewhere for further studies and why her work level had improved so much today.

"Even I can't compare to him."

This was the first time that Brother Su praised someone, and the other employees in the department were shocked.

Even Xiao He asked her privately: "Where did you go to study? Even Brother Su praised you."

Song Wanyue smiled guiltily.

She also didn't expect that Duan Baiting, who studied finance, had such profound attainments in law.

Brother Su received a call and came over excitedly: "Secretary Qin called just now and said that General Manager Duan asked you to go. General Manager Duan must have seen the adjustments and plans submitted today and wanted to personally praise you. Song Wanyue, don't forget us old colleagues when you are on the rise."

Song Wanyue, who was about to be on the rise, looked pale: "Does General Manager Duan need to personally review this?"

Brother Su was also puzzled: "Originally, it was not necessary, but I don't know why, General Manager Duan specifically asked for it."

He patted Song Wanyue on the shoulder and emphasized again: "Don't forget us."

Song Wanyue laughed dryly twice and walked like a tortured person: "Ha...ha, no problem, if...I can come back alive."