6

It tastes good when you see others eating it, but when you put it in your mouth, it seems just so-so.

The special thing about salad is that it is healthy, clean and delicious.

After lunch, it's time for lunch break.

With his permission, Song Wanyue was able to take a nap in his lounge.

Although in her eyes, the permission was essentially a tacit consent.

She asked it in her heart, but he didn't answer her, which meant he tacitly agreed.

Song Wanyue was lying on the spacious sofa, muttering about being too cold.

The CEO's lounge was turned into a morgue.

Duan Baiting's eyes were colder than the temperature of the constant temperature system.

Song Wanyue immediately gave in and closed her eyes, pretending not to see it.

Her sleep quality is very good and she falls asleep almost within seconds.

This sleep was extremely peaceful and sound.

The president's office is indeed incomparable to the offices of ordinary employees. The soundproof walls make it impossible to hear any noise from outside.

So when Song Wanyue woke up, it was already three hours later.

There are still two hours left before the end of get off work.

She was stunned for a moment.

How could I take such a long nap?

Duan Baiting didn't know how to call her.

She sat up and saw the blanket she was wearing. The temperature in the room had also risen slightly.

The black cashmere blanket still has a faint scent of sandalwood.

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and moved closer to smell it.

The scent of sandalwood was slightly more pronounced.

It was the same cold aura as Duan Baiting.

Two doubts emerged in Song Wanyue's mind.

Is the blanket his? Or did he cover himself with the blanket?

Anyway, he still has some awareness of being a husband.

Although Song Wanyue and he had a business marriage, they still had to go through the necessary procedures.

She put on her shoes, stood up and prepared to go out. As soon as she opened the door a crack, she heard voices coming from outside.

In the president's office, the board of directors are reporting on their work.

Duan Baiting sat in an office chair. Compared to the cramped and urgent sitting posture of the other people in front of him, his sitting posture looked casual and relaxed.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his long legs, and flipped through the documents and contracts in his hands.

Under the gold-rimmed glasses, the eagle-like eyes were cold and dangerous.

When he doesn't speak, it's the most oppressive time.

The senior board members who were a generation older than him were also waiting in silence.

My heart had already risen to my throat.

After reading all the recent financial statements and project plans, Duan Baiting took off his glasses and spoke slowly: "Did you accidentally give me some pieces of waste paper?"

He raised his eyes, smiling, "Or are these all?"

The people opposite him all lowered their heads and held their breath. Some even secretly wiped the sweat from their foreheads with tissues, and their hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease.

Even Song Wanyue could feel the low pressure in the office.

She shivered involuntarily and subconsciously wrapped the blanket in her hand around herself.

It seems that my cheap husband is usually quite restrained in front of me, but he is even more cold and gloomy when he is outside.

No one dared to answer and be the first to speak out.

Duan Baiting was not in a hurry to ask further questions. He casually called out a name and said in a light voice: "Mr. Xu, you are a veteran of the company. You have a lot of experience, so please tell me about it."

The man whose name was called was startled and spoke stutteringly: "Mr. Duan, this quarter's finances... the finances are... have increased compared to last quarter. As for project planning... these are also being gradually promoted. Mr. Sun is in charge of the biomedical field, and I think he must be confident about the future plans."

This big pot suddenly fell on his back, and Mr. Sun wanted to kill the other party with his eyes.

Layers of cold sweat covered my back.

"Mr. Duan, this... this project actually... actually..."

Song Wanyue was stunned as she watched through the crack in the door.

The leader who used to be solemn and respected in front of these employees was like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of Duan Baiting.

He smiled, put one hand in his pocket, and stood up slowly.

He has the aura that a leader should have, and he is even more economical.

Even if he said nothing, but just glanced at them, his cold gaze still frightened everyone.

Although he was smiling at the moment, the smile did not reach his eyes.

"It seems like it's time to change the board of directors."

After hearing this, no one dared to breathe, waiting for the death sentence to be announced.

The atmosphere in the office dropped to freezing point, the whole atmosphere was frozen.

Then -

a cartoon-like childlike ringtone came from the lounge next door.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Xiaobai! Where are you!!! Xiaobai!!! Answer the phone quickly!!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned over here.

Including Duan Baiting who was looking sullen and angry.

Song Wanyue was so frightened that she could hardly hold her phone.

As luck would have it, someone called her on WeChat at this time, and as luck would have it, her WeChat ringtone was still Crayon Shin-chan's voice.

Through the crack in the door, I met those pairs of eyes filled with doubt and inquiry.

The senior executives on the board of directors are all smart people. How could they not tell that the ringtone was obviously coming from a girl's cell phone?

Is there a woman hiding in Mr. Duan's office?

This goes against his usual cold and ruthless style.

This man only has work in his eyes. At a young age, he has been imbued with the habits of a businessman. He is ambitious and puts profit first.

He did not live up to his surname, and even carried it forward to the fullest.

Even better than his great-grandfather.

Working under him, in addition to having to withstand high pressure, trying to figure out what your boss is thinking is also a big challenge.

Even these savvy people who are over 40 years old are helpless.

He was so deep and reserved that no one could tell what he was thinking.

The emotional card doesn't work on him, let alone falling in love.

Over the years, apart from the secretary who has been with him for many years, no one has ever seen him get close to any opposite sex.

Even if they get married, it is a marriage based on interests.

Such a person actually hides a woman in the office?

With doubts in mind, everyone looked towards the door on the left side of the office.

That's where the office and lounge are connected.

Song Wanyue had already closed the door out of guilt.

She answered the phone and lowered her voice: "What's wrong?"

It was Xiao He who called her: "A new official has three major changes to make when he takes office. We were just burned by this one. Have you healed the wound so quickly and forgotten the pain? Sister Wu is angry. She wants to know where you are."

Sister Wu is the newly appointed department manager.

Song Wanyue couldn't just say that she was taking a nap in the president's lounge and overslept.

If this gets out, I'm afraid the rumor will spread throughout the company in less than half an hour.

She said she overslept with Mr. Duan in the president's office.

She asked Xiao He to help her for a while and she would go down soon.

Judging from the situation outside, it's probably coming to an end.

She hung up the phone and prepared to go listen again, with her ear pressed to the door.

The door was opened from the outside. She didn't react in time, lost her support, and fell out due to inertia.

Fortunately, what greeted her was not the hard and cold floor, but the warm embrace of a man.

Song Wanyue looked up, her arms subconsciously still around his waist.

Hmm...feels good.

Duan Baiting looked down at her expressionlessly.

Song Wanyue: "..."

The people in the office had been cleared out, and there were only the two of them left.

It was eerily quiet.

She knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't try to argue and just admitted her mistake.

Duan Baiting did not respond to her perfunctory apology.

He took the phone from her hand and glanced at the dialog box.

His eyes clearly fell on the note above, the three words "He Quchen".

But he still asked knowingly: "Who called?"

"Didn't you see it all." Song Wanyue left his arms, "He said the manager was looking for me, and I asked him to cover for me."

Duan Baiting let go of her hand, returned the phone to her, and sneered: "No wonder the company's financial growth this year is a mess."

Song Wanyue: "..."

There is no need to be so sarcastic.

-The

first thing Duan Baiting did after returning to Tanyi was to clean up and purge.

As a result, the Ministry of Justice also became under great pressure.

Song Wanyue lay at her workstation, regretting her decision.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have persuaded him to come back. I thought that with his presence in the company, I would have an extra support.

This is not a backer at all, it is clearly a Five Finger Mountain that can crush her to death.

"I heard that there was a major reshuffle on the board of directors. A while ago, A Lian from the Planning Department was so arrogant that she thought she had climbed into the bed of the senior executives and was sure to get a promotion next time. Now, everything is in vain and she has got herself involved in vain."

It was a rare chance for free time, so people from other departments came to visit and gathered in the tea room to chat about gossip.

"Why wasn't Vice President Liu fired together?"

"Although Vice President Liu is domineering, he has strong business capabilities. I heard that General Manager Duan thinks highly of him."

Song Wanyue yawned as she stood next to a shredder destroying discarded documents.

In addition to being busy with work, he also has to deal with Shizuka's intermittent sadness.

Her father recently found a marriage partner for her. He is ten years older than her and has started to go bald in his thirties.

Shizuka complained all day long, saying that if she had known this would happen, she should have had a cross-border online romance like Song Wanyue.

In this case, I can just pack my bag and go to the UK to find him now.

As the only person who knew about this matter, Shizuka would bring up Song Wanyue's secret crush every now and then.

Song Wanyue retorted: "What cross-border online romance? We're not in love at all."

Jingxiang loved to tease her the most. The delicate girl who was angry and jumped up and down was cuter than ordinary people. She deliberately imitated her tone at that time and called out in a coquettish voice: "Brother Kian~"

Song Wanyue felt that her ears were numbed by "electric shock".

Goose bumps spread from my neck to my entire arms.

"It's been so many years, and you're still bringing this up."

Shizuka laughed at her: "I won't be able to forget it even after a hundred years. You said you haven't even seen his photo, but you fell in love with him after chatting online for half a year. He said he was three years older than you, does that mean he is really three years older than you? What if he is in his forties or fifties? Moreover, the water quality in the UK is poor, and there are many bald people. He studied abroad there, so he might be a bald man too."

Song Wanyue didn't want to continue chatting with her, so she made up an excuse and hung up the phone.

She had nothing to say about this long-forgotten past.

After putting down the phone, continue with the work you were doing.

Several colleagues who were gossiping nearby saw her and asked her with a smile: "Wanyue, the company is so busy now, doesn't that Vice President Liu has no time to bother you?"

The noise of the shredder mixed with their voices, like a hypnotic sound.

Song Wanyue was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting each other. She mechanically put the discarded documents into the shredder one by one: "Thank God, I don't have to see his stupid face."

But it was still a little early to say this.

As it was getting close to getting off work, Sister Wu called her to the office and said that there would be a dinner party later and someone from the legal department needed to go.

She asked Song Wanyue to go.

Song Wanyue was a little incredulous: "Let me go?"

Sister Wu asked her: "Are you not confident?"

Song Wanyue nodded immediately: "Yes, of course."

She just didn't expect that Sister Wu actually valued her so much.

Why would he bring her, an inexperienced intern, to such an important business dinner?

Although she has to work overtime today, she is in a good mood.

Duan Baiting called her and said they would go home together today.

Song Wanyue refused: "I have to work overtime."

After sending the message, she received a reply ten minutes later.

Duan Baiting: How come I didn't know that the Legal Department had to work overtime today?

Song Wanyue: Mr. Duan is busy with all kinds of things, including reorganizing the workplace and laying off employees. How could he possibly understand the life and death of our grassroots employees?

Her sarcasm received no response.

It was expected.

Duan Baiting is a person who always turns a blind eye to people or things he doesn't like.

Aloof and cold.

Song Wanyue changed her clothes and took Sister Wu's car to her destination.

I even brought a computer with me so that I could draft contracts at any time.

Sister Wu glanced at the computer bag on her lap, hesitated for a moment, and still said nothing.

He gripped the steering wheel slightly with both hands.

It was not until they arrived at the destination that Song Wanyue understood why Sister Wu was hesitant to speak in the car.