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Song Wanyue took two steps at a time, wishing she could just walk until the end of the work day and thus escape the disaster.

She originally thought that the work she was doing was far from worthy of appearing in front of Duan Baiting.

But I didn't expect that this person actually asked for it by name.

She was in a state of confusion. When she came out of the elevator, she happened to meet Secretary Qin who was about to go downstairs.

She stood in front of the person and tried to get close to him with a warm smile: "Good afternoon, Secretary Qin."

Secretary Qin stopped and glanced at the direction she turned: "Miss Song, are you going to the president's office?"

Song Wanyue nodded, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Knowing that she had something to ask, Secretary Qin stood there and waited for a while.

Although she still had important tasks assigned by Mr. Duan, Miss Song was obviously different from others.

At least in Mr. Duan's eyes, Miss Song is above everything else, let alone work.

Song Wanyue hesitated for a long time before she opened her mouth to speak: "Mr. Duan...how is his mood?"

She thought she had something to ask, but she didn't expect it to be this question.

Even Secretary Qin, who was usually at ease with the question, was stumped by the question. After thinking carefully, he said, "It seems... there's nothing special. I received a work-related call after coming to the company this morning. I just finished a meeting two hours ago. I'm in the office now, reviewing several contracts in person."

Song Wanyue caught the last sentence.

——Personally reviewed several contracts.

It seems that these are the ones she gave to Brother Su.

Song Wanyue smiled bitterly and said thank you.

Secretary Qin was stunned for a moment, then saw her push open the door of the president's office with a nervous look on her face.

The back view looks as desperate as someone heading to death.

The office was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Song Wanyue had been standing here for a while. Duan Baiting was busy with his own things except for looking up at her when she first came in.

He doesn't do many things personally, there are relevant persons in charge.

But recently, meetings have been held one after another, and he has been looking through the meeting materials compiled by his secretary.

Song Wanyue counted her fingers and lowered her head.

It's a bit like when I was in school and didn't listen carefully in class, the teacher called me to the office after class and ignored me.

She pursed her lips and her thoughts began to drift away.

Duan Baiting was so drunk yesterday that he definitely didn't remember what happened.

Although the content of the submitted documents is somewhat different from my usual work level, it does not prove anything.

She could just insist that it was her own rapid progress.

Anyway, she is thick-skinned and can lie without blushing or feeling nervous.

Time passed minute by minute, and Duan Baiting finally finished the tasks at hand.

He took off his glasses, turned sideways, and fixed his eyes on Song Wanyue.

Without the lenses to cover them, his peach blossom eyes, which were not sentimental at all, were naturally cold.

It seems that the peach blossoms blooming in the cold winter are really out of place.

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty when being looked at, but she tried to be confident: "Mr. Duan, is there anything you want me to do?"

Duan Baiting's eyes stayed on her for a few more seconds without saying anything.

Song Wanyue still hasn't been able to see through his true heart at any time or place.

A person who is as calm as a still pond does not so much show his emotions as have few mood swings.

A calm and lifeless lake.

Duan Baiting put the document on the table and pushed it in front of her: "Did you do it?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and did not dare to answer.

Song Wanyue didn't answer, and Duan Baiting didn't speak either.

He was good at waiting and at making the atmosphere solemn.

He did not rush her, but slowly brewed a pot of tea and considerately poured her a cup as well.

Jin Jun Mei produced in Wuyi Mountain.

"Drink some water and moisten your throat before answering."

He raised his chin slightly, signaling her.

Song Wanyue walked forward hesitantly, picked up the teacup, and drank it in small sips.

Duan Baiting asked her, "How is it?"

Song Wanyue put down the teacup and answered truthfully, "The taste of tea." She

didn't know much about tea and usually relied on coffee to stay awake. To her there is not much difference between tea and other teas.

Unless it is of very low quality, it will taste sour.

Duan Baiting's question stumped her, but she could only answer it obediently.

The more serious you are in a field you know nothing about, the more you appear to be adorable and innocent, which makes people feel sorry for you.

Perhaps she felt a little foolish after answering this question, so she took another sip and savored it carefully.

"And...and..."

She stuttered and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Duan Baiting's eyes were fixed on her serious, embarrassed and painful expression.

The curve of his lips was a little difficult to suppress, but he managed to hold it in.

His face was calm and steady, and his tone was somewhat nonchalant: "I shouldn't have said that I drink nonstop."

Song Wanyue had not yet gotten over the smell of tea, and it took her a long time to realize the meaning of his words.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes as big as grapes: "Ah?"

Duan Baiting opened the document and let her read the contents page by page.

All of this was done by him after he got drunk yesterday and Song Wanyue brought him a computer and asked him to do it.

His eyes naturally examined her: "Did the company hire you to take shortcuts and do these crooked ways?"

Song Wanyue was used to assessing the situation. Seeing that the wind had changed and was completely unfavorable to her, she did not struggle, just surrendered and admitted her mistake.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault. I won't dare to do it again next time."

He said coldly: "Will there be a next time?"

"No, no." Song Wanyue shook her head like a sieve, "If there is a next time, I will pack up and leave on my own initiative, and will never take up the company's five insurances and one fund."

Duan Baiting clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs. At home, they are husband and wife, and in the company, they are superiors and subordinates.

This was not a small mistake. Given his usual picky nature, the worst that could have been done was a demotion or transfer.

To put it more seriously, you have to go to the finance department to settle your salary yourself and you don't have to come back next month.

"Do you think that if you just apologize verbally and admit your mistake, the matter can be let go?" He tapped the table with his fingers, his emotion and tone were also cold.

The temperature in the office became much colder.

Song Wanyue didn't dare to breathe.

If she were at home, she would not be afraid no matter how serious Duan Baiting was.

But this is in the company, and I am one level lower than him, no... several levels lower than him.

Besides, she was indeed the one who made the mistake first, so she could only accept the punishment.

With a depressed look on her face, shoulders and head drooped, she replied weakly: "I have no objection to whatever punishment Mr. Duan wants to give me."

Although she said she had no objection, Duan Baiting could hear some reluctance in her cowardly tone.

I guess I'm extremely dissatisfied with him in my heart.

He calmly lowered the corner of his lips that was raised, and took out a pen and paper from the drawer: "You can't be too obvious if you let the water go. You have to write a self-criticism."

Song Wanyue said "Oh" and walked over aggrievedly.

After she heard everything he said, she raised her head instantly and regained her vitality: "Write a self-criticism?"

"What?" He asked calmly, "You don't want to write a self-criticism?"

"Write!" Song Wanyue nodded desperately and took the paper and pen, fearing that he would go back on

his word. "I'll write it!" This kind of punishment was like that of a kindergarten teacher, and it was not even as severe as criticizing her. She called Tingting all the time in a particularly affectionate manner: "Tingting is still the best to me."

She was about to sit down opposite Duan Baiting, and Duan Baiting pointed to the table and chair next to her: "Go write there."

Soon, someone knocked on the door outside, and Secretary Qin came in with a man in a suit.

He is over fifty years old, with white hair on his temples, but his temperament is elegant and clear.

You can tell at first glance that he is of extraordinary status.

He called Duan Baiting "Xiaoting", and his words were full of the kindness of an elder.

Duan Baiting also had great respect for him.

The topics we talked about were all about work. Recently, the leaders have been vigorously promoting biomedicine.

The first project Duan Baiting embarked on after returning to China was related to this aspect.

The man came to him for this very reason.

There were too many professional terms for Song Wanyue to understand, so she could only yawn and continue writing her review.

Finally, the man's eyes were on her.

Just a back view, head lowered, ponytail hanging on shoulders.

Slender and graceful.

He asked with a smile, "Is this Wanyue?"

He noticed her presence as soon as he entered the door. The topic we talked about was quite sensitive and was considered a business secret. Duan Baiting did not ask her to avoid it in advance.

With his caution and vigilance, he was completely defenseless against her.

It was easy to guess her identity.

When Song Wanyue heard her own name, she was stunned for a moment, and turned back curiously, just in time to meet the man's kind gaze.

At the same time, she heard Duan Baiting hum lightly.

He said, "Wanyue, this is Uncle Wu."

Song Wanyue stood up obediently: "Hello, Uncle Wu."

The little girl was sweet-looking and had a sweet voice.

She was wearing a light blue herringbone halter dress and her long, slightly curly hair was tied into a high ponytail.

A full and smooth forehead and a round and smooth oval face.

A very blessed appearance.

I had only heard that Duan Baiting got married before, but the wedding was too low-key and there were too few people invited to attend.

The man felt very regretful that he couldn't go there in person.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I feel relieved.

The little girl is very cute, and her every frown and smile is very vivid.

I used to worry that not many girls could stand Duan Baiting's dull personality.

Song Wanyue was outgoing and quickly became close to the man.

Holding a purple clay teapot, inside was the tea that Duan Baiting had just brewed.

He poured a cup and handed it over with both hands: "Uncle Wu, have some tea."

He really knows how to offer favors to others.

The man took the teacup and said with a smile, "Thank you, Wanyue."

Song Wanyue had a different expression when facing her elders.

Well-behaved, sensible and considerate.

"This is what Wanyue should do."

The tea was finished. It was good tea. After all, it was brewed by Duan Baiting himself.

Originally, this pot of tea was prepared for the other person.

Song Wanyue flattered him all the time and occasionally slandered Duan Baiting in her words: "Tingting is really something. Uncle Wu has been here for so long and she didn't even serve him tea earlier. She only knows how to talk about work and doesn't know how to care for her elders at all."

Wu Changhuai and Duan Baiting's father were close friends, and Wu was also a student of old man Duan.

He had close contacts with the Duan family. In his early years, when Duan Baiting was living alone abroad, he was the only one who often called to show concern.

Occasionally, when I am not busy at work, I will travel overseas to visit him.

Duan Baiting watched silently with a smile in his eyes.

This person will find someone to support him.

The elders all like children who are well-behaved and sensible, and Song Wanyue happens to be both.

Although it was pretended, it was done quite well.

Wu Changhuai glanced at the paper and pen on the table in front of the chair where she had just sat.

Curiously, he asked, "What's written here?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips in grievance, with a pitiful look on her face, "I made a mistake, so Tingting punished me to write a self-criticism here."

"Write a self-criticism?" Wu Changhuai frowned slightly, obviously not quite understanding.

Song Wanyue has been used to playing pitiful roles in front of her parents since she was a child, and her crying scenes are better than those of ordinary actors.

Three seconds with red eyes, five seconds with tears in the eyes.

She tried to hold it in: "It's okay, it's my fault, it's normal for Tingting to punish me."

Duan Baiting looked at her leisurely, with a look of understanding as if he saw through everything.

Her childish tricks were believed by others.

Wu Changhuai's face was solemn, and he criticized Duan Baiting: "Although this happened in the company, Wanyue is your wife after all, you should be more tolerant of her."

Song Wanyue made a face at Duan Baiting behind the man, looking smug.

Duan Baiting withdrew his gaze, nodded and said he understood.

Wu Changhuai came here today mainly to discuss business, and I used my position to give him a shortcut.

After that, I had other work to do, so I didn't stay here for long.

Before leaving, he specifically told Song Wanyue that when she was free next time, she could go to his house for dinner with Bai Ting.

Song Wanyue nodded obediently, and even took the initiative to do Secretary Qin's work and personally sent the man to the elevator.

Duan Baiting took off his coat and casually put it on the back of the chair. The hem of the light blue shirt was neatly tucked into the waistband of the pants.

The waistline is tight and inward, and the legs are slender under the black trousers. The body proportions are far better than those of catwalk models.

He stood leisurely in front of the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the paper.

Two long pages full of irrelevant content.

When Song Wanyue opened the door and came in, Duan Baiting had already read the second page of her self-criticism.

She came over with a smile and took his arm: "Brother Tingting, you won't be angry, right?"

He smiled: "Why should I be angry?"

"Well, Tingting is so generous, how could he bear to be angry with me."

Song Wanyue put on a full show, and after coaxing the elders, she came to coax Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting sometimes marveled at her energy and wondered how she could maintain this state all the time.

Every performance is flawless.

He brushed away the loose hair around her ears and pressed the mastoid bone behind her ears.

Rubbed it slowly.

She felt a tingling sensation running down her spine and throughout her body.

Her eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

The bone behind the ear is one of the parts she cannot touch.

Because they are extremely fragile and sensitive.

She was like a young animal with its life held at the fingertips. She had no ability to protect herself and could only look up pitifully.

Trying to awaken the few bits of conscience in his cold heart.

Duan Baiting turned his eyes away as if he saw nothing, picked up the two pages of paper and handed them to her: "Read it out."

Song Wanyue was stunned when she saw the content: "This...how can I read this."

"You wrote it yourself, and you can't read it?"

His casual words blocked all the words Song Wanyue was going to say.

Duan Baiting gave her one last chance: "Read it once, and I won't care about everything that happened before."

Hearing him say that, she felt she had to read it.

She took a deep breath and blamed herself for writing such a corny thing.